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SNIKT
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Logan didnt say anything, but just waited, the top half of his face hiding in shadows and the smoke of his cigar drifting lazily upwards in the moonlight.
Kitty paused, then slowly lowered herself onto the seat beneath the window. She looked out across the ground, her breath leaving a slight mist on the chilled glass. She looked down at her hands on her lap.
I . . . I dont know if I can do this, Logan.
Logan waited for more, but the silence stretched. The kid had more to say, but didnt know how to say it.
This is about the mission, aint it?
It wasnt really a question. Kittyd been quiet since their last mission, when theyd arrived to save a mutant whod just manifested his powers and accidentally almost burned his apartment complex to the ground. In the end no one was seriously hurt (besides Logan, but he shrugged it off. It didnt matter anyway, and the kid hed sniffed out hiding in the smoldering closet was safe). Still, once everyone was out and Storm was doing her best to quell the raging inferno, things had got out of hand.
Logan took a deep breath of smoke.
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Logan put the boy down, who took one last terrified look at him and darted away. Logan stood slowly, uncurling from the bowed position hed taken as he jumped out the two-story window to protect the kid from the glass and flames. He skin cracked on his back, burnt yet damp with blood and puss out from the burns and gashes from the glass, and frowned down at the tatters of his jacket, and the charred wife beater underneath.
Damn. Was this the third leather suit in a month? What the hell was up with these uniforms, anyway? One-Eye was gone along with his anal insistence on black leather, and it was a hell of a lot cheaper to replace jeans and a t-shirt than a full leather suit.
Wolvie? Kitty asked, staring at him. By the look on her face, he mustve looked pretty bad, but he shot her a wolfish grin, that probably looked close to feral in his current state.
Good goin back there, he said. He voice was dry and rough. He cleared his throat and turned to spit out a mouthful of blood and thick saliva, and wiped his arm across his mouth. You did good. The young, maybe 12-year-old mutant kid at her side made this mission a success, no matter the collateral damage. His parents stood close by, hovering and nervous just in front of the crowd.
The crowd was restless. Not unusual, considering most their homes and everything inside just got scorched to nothing. They were lucky no one was killed. But then, I guess most people aint that willin to just accept the lucky and forget tryin to pin the blame. Just against human nature, I guess.
So they started shouting, the whole lot. Callin us freaks, blamin us for everything from the fire to the rising price of celery at the local grocer, tellin us to go back to hell, that we were all filthy animals deserving to be put down, blah, blah, blah. But then it turns out some smartass in pajamas had decided his gun was among his greatest valuables, so he grabbed it on his way out of his over-priced apartment.. I saw it out of the corner of my eyeaimin at Kitty, or maybe the kid. Maybe hopin to get both at once. Hardly had a chance to react, but at least it was enough.
PRYDE! PHASE!
His shout came simultaneous to the gunshot. Kitty grabbed the kid and flickered slightly, and Wolverine dove, pushing Bobby out of the way.
Three consecutive bullets hit him full in the chest, knocking him backwards as one chipped against a metal-sheathed rib and exploded into his still smoke-healing lungs. He hit the ground hard, his own blood immediately flooding his mouth and making him choke. He rose up nonetheless, bent almost feral as he put a hand to his leaking chest.
SNIKT!
Logan! Kittys voice was terrified. Whathadnt she ever seen him bite the bullet before?
Well, actually . . . probably not.
Dammitthat hurt. Itd been a good year since hed taken a bullet to the gut like that. He must be getting soft.
He didnt say anythingdidnt have the words to spare, with his lungs cut up like next weeks Thanksgiving turkey. He just stepped forward, shredding the mans gun and giving him a blow to his jaw to send him into next week, remembering at the last minute to retract his claws. The man went down like a bag of potatoes.
Logan straightened slowly, one hand still over his chest. He could feel the bullets working their way out, and it wasnt a feeling that hed categorize as nice.
And that was about it. I healed up, we got the kid out with his parents, blah, blah, blah. All the details are part of Storms job.
But Kittys been quiet ever since. Dunno if it was the bullet or what that freaked her out, but she looked just about ready to sick up right after that. Theyre just kids, after all.
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Logan looked at Kitty, and waited.
I . . . that man . . . the one that shot you . . . .
What about him?
That was his son you saved. I . . . I heard him talking, when you were in the building, and when you came out . . . and he shot you.
Logan let out a long breath of smoke. Hed seen too muchlived too much, he supposedto really be surprised. He grunted.
What of it?
Kitty stared at him. You saved his son. We saved probably that whole city block and everyone on it, and he s-shot you. And if you hadnt warned me . . . . I mean, Im just a kid, and he was trying to kill me. Just because Im a mutant, and hes not.
So hes an ungrateful bastard, Logan shrugged. Kittys eyes dropped. Damn. Why him? He didnt know how to deal with these kids.
Look, kid. If you want someone to cheer you up and tell you the worlds all sunshine n daisies, youre talkin to the wrong guy. The fact is mostve the worlds opinion of mutants right now is about on par with rats and rabid dogs. The kid still didnt meet his eyes, so Logan spoke again. Youre . . . what? Sixteen?
Almost fifteen.
Oh. Even younger than he thought. Damnshe was too young for all of this. All the kids were.
Fifteen, then. Kid, you go out and face things thatd make Mr. Trigger-Happy mess his pants and run cryin like a baby. Youre one of the best out there, tooyou got good instinct, and a good head, and youre not one to run from a fight. But if you need to take a break from the field for a couple years, I dont think anyone would think any less of ya. You should be worrying about . . . school, boys . . . . Even seventeen would be too young for a kid like her to have to face the underbelly of the world.
She looked down. My . . . my grandpas parents were in Poland during World War II, Logan. All his brothers, sisters, cousins . . . they all died. Just because they were different. If I can do something . . . I cant let it come to that.
And that was why he liked this kid.
Then whats the problem? She didnt answer, but glanced up at him. Spit it out, kid. I can smell youve got something to say.
Kitty looked up. What if next time the person who gets shot doesnt heal, Logan? she asked softly.
Damn. It had to be that.
Logan took the cigar from his mouth. I dunno. They were just kids. Kids acting as soldiers. Working with One-Eye, Storm, Beast . . . hell, even . . . even Jeannie . . . that was different. They knew what they were facing, and if something happened . . . when something happened, well, it happened. I guess we just gotta hope that doesnt happen.
But it did happen. Itd happened to the professor, Jean, Cyke . . . The kids had felt safe, protected by them, but if they could die just like that . . . what was stopping them from being offed just as easily?
It was always the survivors that suffered the most, wasnt it? He knew it in his bonessomewhere deep, somewhere that wouldnt let him forget.
Hed killed Jeannie. It wasnt openly spoken of, but that didnt mean it wasnt known. He knew some of the kids wondered if he would kill them, if they lost control too.
He didnt want to think about that, because deep down he knew the answer: hed do what needed to be done.
Damn him a hundred times over.
Was that why Xavierd kept him around at all? To put down the ones that he couldnt control?
Did he already know about the Phoenix? Had he planned that whole thing to happen from the beginning?
For all his talk of a better worldthat Logan was a man, and could be a good man at that
Had Xavier just been using him too?
Probably.
Frankly, hed always thought Xaviers excuses for having him around were weak at best.
Sometimes he really hated himself.
I aint gonna tell you the right way, cause the world aint like that. Charlie had a dream, and I aim to try and keep it. You go home if you want, go to college, find a cure for cancer or aids and save millions of lives more. We each fight in our own way. He stood. You think on it. Now go get some sleep.
Kitty stood as well. Thanks, Logan.
Logan grunted, turning his back to her and heading down the stairs. He heard Kitty stand and move towards her room. Good luck, kid.
TBC . . . .
Kitty paused, then slowly lowered herself onto the seat beneath the window. She looked out across the ground, her breath leaving a slight mist on the chilled glass. She looked down at her hands on her lap.
I . . . I dont know if I can do this, Logan.
Logan waited for more, but the silence stretched. The kid had more to say, but didnt know how to say it.
This is about the mission, aint it?
It wasnt really a question. Kittyd been quiet since their last mission, when theyd arrived to save a mutant whod just manifested his powers and accidentally almost burned his apartment complex to the ground. In the end no one was seriously hurt (besides Logan, but he shrugged it off. It didnt matter anyway, and the kid hed sniffed out hiding in the smoldering closet was safe). Still, once everyone was out and Storm was doing her best to quell the raging inferno, things had got out of hand.
Logan took a deep breath of smoke.
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Logan put the boy down, who took one last terrified look at him and darted away. Logan stood slowly, uncurling from the bowed position hed taken as he jumped out the two-story window to protect the kid from the glass and flames. He skin cracked on his back, burnt yet damp with blood and puss out from the burns and gashes from the glass, and frowned down at the tatters of his jacket, and the charred wife beater underneath.
Damn. Was this the third leather suit in a month? What the hell was up with these uniforms, anyway? One-Eye was gone along with his anal insistence on black leather, and it was a hell of a lot cheaper to replace jeans and a t-shirt than a full leather suit.
Wolvie? Kitty asked, staring at him. By the look on her face, he mustve looked pretty bad, but he shot her a wolfish grin, that probably looked close to feral in his current state.
Good goin back there, he said. He voice was dry and rough. He cleared his throat and turned to spit out a mouthful of blood and thick saliva, and wiped his arm across his mouth. You did good. The young, maybe 12-year-old mutant kid at her side made this mission a success, no matter the collateral damage. His parents stood close by, hovering and nervous just in front of the crowd.
The crowd was restless. Not unusual, considering most their homes and everything inside just got scorched to nothing. They were lucky no one was killed. But then, I guess most people aint that willin to just accept the lucky and forget tryin to pin the blame. Just against human nature, I guess.
So they started shouting, the whole lot. Callin us freaks, blamin us for everything from the fire to the rising price of celery at the local grocer, tellin us to go back to hell, that we were all filthy animals deserving to be put down, blah, blah, blah. But then it turns out some smartass in pajamas had decided his gun was among his greatest valuables, so he grabbed it on his way out of his over-priced apartment.. I saw it out of the corner of my eyeaimin at Kitty, or maybe the kid. Maybe hopin to get both at once. Hardly had a chance to react, but at least it was enough.
PRYDE! PHASE!
His shout came simultaneous to the gunshot. Kitty grabbed the kid and flickered slightly, and Wolverine dove, pushing Bobby out of the way.
Three consecutive bullets hit him full in the chest, knocking him backwards as one chipped against a metal-sheathed rib and exploded into his still smoke-healing lungs. He hit the ground hard, his own blood immediately flooding his mouth and making him choke. He rose up nonetheless, bent almost feral as he put a hand to his leaking chest.
SNIKT!
Logan! Kittys voice was terrified. Whathadnt she ever seen him bite the bullet before?
Well, actually . . . probably not.
Dammitthat hurt. Itd been a good year since hed taken a bullet to the gut like that. He must be getting soft.
He didnt say anythingdidnt have the words to spare, with his lungs cut up like next weeks Thanksgiving turkey. He just stepped forward, shredding the mans gun and giving him a blow to his jaw to send him into next week, remembering at the last minute to retract his claws. The man went down like a bag of potatoes.
Logan straightened slowly, one hand still over his chest. He could feel the bullets working their way out, and it wasnt a feeling that hed categorize as nice.
And that was about it. I healed up, we got the kid out with his parents, blah, blah, blah. All the details are part of Storms job.
But Kittys been quiet ever since. Dunno if it was the bullet or what that freaked her out, but she looked just about ready to sick up right after that. Theyre just kids, after all.
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Logan looked at Kitty, and waited.
I . . . that man . . . the one that shot you . . . .
What about him?
That was his son you saved. I . . . I heard him talking, when you were in the building, and when you came out . . . and he shot you.
Logan let out a long breath of smoke. Hed seen too muchlived too much, he supposedto really be surprised. He grunted.
What of it?
Kitty stared at him. You saved his son. We saved probably that whole city block and everyone on it, and he s-shot you. And if you hadnt warned me . . . . I mean, Im just a kid, and he was trying to kill me. Just because Im a mutant, and hes not.
So hes an ungrateful bastard, Logan shrugged. Kittys eyes dropped. Damn. Why him? He didnt know how to deal with these kids.
Look, kid. If you want someone to cheer you up and tell you the worlds all sunshine n daisies, youre talkin to the wrong guy. The fact is mostve the worlds opinion of mutants right now is about on par with rats and rabid dogs. The kid still didnt meet his eyes, so Logan spoke again. Youre . . . what? Sixteen?
Almost fifteen.
Oh. Even younger than he thought. Damnshe was too young for all of this. All the kids were.
Fifteen, then. Kid, you go out and face things thatd make Mr. Trigger-Happy mess his pants and run cryin like a baby. Youre one of the best out there, tooyou got good instinct, and a good head, and youre not one to run from a fight. But if you need to take a break from the field for a couple years, I dont think anyone would think any less of ya. You should be worrying about . . . school, boys . . . . Even seventeen would be too young for a kid like her to have to face the underbelly of the world.
She looked down. My . . . my grandpas parents were in Poland during World War II, Logan. All his brothers, sisters, cousins . . . they all died. Just because they were different. If I can do something . . . I cant let it come to that.
And that was why he liked this kid.
Then whats the problem? She didnt answer, but glanced up at him. Spit it out, kid. I can smell youve got something to say.
Kitty looked up. What if next time the person who gets shot doesnt heal, Logan? she asked softly.
Damn. It had to be that.
Logan took the cigar from his mouth. I dunno. They were just kids. Kids acting as soldiers. Working with One-Eye, Storm, Beast . . . hell, even . . . even Jeannie . . . that was different. They knew what they were facing, and if something happened . . . when something happened, well, it happened. I guess we just gotta hope that doesnt happen.
But it did happen. Itd happened to the professor, Jean, Cyke . . . The kids had felt safe, protected by them, but if they could die just like that . . . what was stopping them from being offed just as easily?
It was always the survivors that suffered the most, wasnt it? He knew it in his bonessomewhere deep, somewhere that wouldnt let him forget.
Hed killed Jeannie. It wasnt openly spoken of, but that didnt mean it wasnt known. He knew some of the kids wondered if he would kill them, if they lost control too.
He didnt want to think about that, because deep down he knew the answer: hed do what needed to be done.
Damn him a hundred times over.
Was that why Xavierd kept him around at all? To put down the ones that he couldnt control?
Did he already know about the Phoenix? Had he planned that whole thing to happen from the beginning?
For all his talk of a better worldthat Logan was a man, and could be a good man at that
Had Xavier just been using him too?
Probably.
Frankly, hed always thought Xaviers excuses for having him around were weak at best.
Sometimes he really hated himself.
I aint gonna tell you the right way, cause the world aint like that. Charlie had a dream, and I aim to try and keep it. You go home if you want, go to college, find a cure for cancer or aids and save millions of lives more. We each fight in our own way. He stood. You think on it. Now go get some sleep.
Kitty stood as well. Thanks, Logan.
Logan grunted, turning his back to her and heading down the stairs. He heard Kitty stand and move towards her room. Good luck, kid.
TBC . . . .