Sequels X-Men: Dark Horizon (My X4)

[BobJM]

Since everyone has become a screenwriter lately, I thought I would jump on the bandwagon. I have already fully mapped out an outline for the film and have successfully written about 15 pages. I thought I would take this project step by step, posting up scenes every other day or so, judging on the number of responses.

So, here's a basic premise of X-MEN: DARK HORIZON

In a world where humanity has finally come to terms with the mutant population, tragedy strikes. Fueled by a catastrophic assassination, the government finally passes the Mutant Registration Acts, in an attempt to get a better control of the mutant community.

All over the country, riots break out. A national paranoia grips the day as neighbors turn against neighbors, entire families afraid to step outside their doorstep. A dark horizon for the world, indeed...

But, in every age of darkness, there is a ray of hope: The X-Men. Torn by their personal involvment and their responsibility to become peacemakers, the X-Men face their greatest challenge yet.
But when Bolivir Trask assigns a mysteriously military man named John Bastion to create a new project, things become deadly.

After a daring attack on the mansion, the X-Men are forced to leave behind teammates and run for their lives, taking shelter in the woods and in the sewers with their newfound friends, the Morlocks.

As stakes are rised higher with each passing moment, the X-Men must call upon help from some new recruits including the mysterious Gambit, whose loyalties are questionable, and Banshee, who's power makes him a great assest. With civil unrest and a war about to spark, the X-Men must race the clock and defeat this terrible foe before it is too late.

As the world trembles, the Sentinels slowly rise...

 

[BobJM]

Scene 1:


[CENTER]X – M E N : D A R K H O R I Z O N [/CENTER]



BLACK.

Sounds of feet splashing in water, rapidly increasing by sheer numbers

INT. NEW YORK SEWERS – NIGHT

Like any other series of sewers, New York City’s isn’t the cleanest place in the world.

If the foul and malodorous stench of the murky waste doesn’t kill you, the sight of rotting walls and half-starved rats will.

Overall, not the friendliest part of the Big Apple.

Suddenly, a MAN, garbed in a grungy old trenchcoat, sprints down a channel of sewage, the cloudy green water splashing up all around him.

It’s odd, however, to see a man run through some of the dirtiest water ever, without so much as a grimace of disgust on his face. It’s as if he’s used to it down here, as if he lives here...

He is, though, exhausted by the look on his face. He seems to have been running for quite some time.

All of the sudden, the man stops, revealing his face for the first time. The lack of light from the sewer and the vision of his red pupils could send a chill up anyone’s spine. His name is GAMBIT. We will learn more about him later.

He has stopped at the middle of an intersection, a point where five different sewer tunnels meet.

He twists his head to the right, eyeing down the vacant tunnel.

Silence fills the air.

He turns his head again, this time to the left, as if he is suffering some sort of paranoia.

He sticks his hand into his jacket, still keeping his eyes on high alert. His hand emerges with a single card in his hand as if it were some sort of throwing projectile.

The sounds of footsteps splashing in the sewage can be heard, originating from a close area.

Gambit turns around, staring down the tunnel that he just came from.

With slight hesitation, he slips the card back into his coat and continues onward, running towards the channel that lay before him.

INT. NEW YORK SEWERS: TUNNEL – CONTINUOUS

Gambit runs through the putrid passageway, continually turning his head back in case of any unwanted visitors.

He quickly turns left and heads down another channel.

INT. NEW YORK SEWERS: ELSEWHERE – MOMENTS LATER

In this section of the sewer system, all is quiet and calm. Nothing moves, nor is any sound made, let alone the sound of the water dripping in through a drain from the street above.

Leaning up against the wall, blending in with the green mold that has developed, a SOLDIER waits, heavily armed with state-of-the-art weaponry.

He lifts up his walkie-talkie device and speaks into it.


SOLDIER #1

Confirmed, target is a mutant. Moving towards Manhattan at an increasing speed. Waiting for permission to strike. ​

An AGENT’S VOICE can be heard responding, almost overpowered by the constant static.


AGENT’S VOICE
The target is giving off some strange energetic-like waves. Our GT Unit is going nuts. Wait for command.


INT. NEW YORK SEWERS: TUNNEL – CONTINUOUS

Gambit is still running down the same tunnel, his fatigue more apparent than before.

He stops once more and looks behind him.

AGENT’S VOICE (CONT’D)​

He definitely knows we’re here.


Gambit takes his eyes off the end of the tunnel and begins to look down at the sewage as if he’s searching for a valuable he dropped.

He begins stomping his feet around, moving the water around with his hands.

Suddenly, he stops. Smiles.

He calmly takes one step forward before he abruptly plunges into the shallow water, feet first.

INT. SEWAGE WATER – CONTINUOUS

Gambit begins to descend down the murky water through a small secret opening, no bigger than a manhole. Using his hands, he constantly pushes off the sides, making his way towards the bottom. His mouth is closed tightly, holding in as much air as possible.

Finally reaching the bottom, he begins to swim horizontally now, still holding his breath.

INT. NEW YORK SEWERS: TUNNEL – MOMENTS LATER

SOLDIER #2, dressed identical to his colleague, sprints down the tunnel, his eyes fixated on a small handheld tracking unit in his hand. He is about 100 yards away from the secret passage that Gambit just entered

SOLDIER #2​

Target is near, moving at a much slower rate than before. I’m going for it.


AGENT’S VOICE
You’re green-light to go. Be aware of target’s mutant ability. CIA’s been tracking him for a good six months before handing him over to us. Target is considered highly dangerous.


Soldier #2 suddenly stops in his tracks, his emotions hidden beneath his stealth mask and goggles.

AGENT’S VOICE​

Is there a problem, soldier?


He looks at the tracking device one more time, his eyes scanning it intensely.

SOLDIER #2​

Where the hell is this guy?


AGENT’S VOICE
You tell us, soldier.


Beat.

SOLDIER #2​

Command, according to our GT unit, I’m directly on him. Is he on the surface?


AGENT’S VOICE
Negative. We have troops stationed above ground and stationed at each manhole. Target has no exit.


Soldier #2 pauses for a moment, contemplating the current situation.

SOLDIER #2​

What would you like me to do?


Beat.

AGENT’S VOICE​

Stay where you are and remain on high alert.


INT. SEWAGE WATER – MOMENTS LATER

Still swimming in the gross and vile waters, Gambit’s air supply is dangerously dwindling.

He looks above him only to find another manhole-size passageway.

INT. NEW YORK SEWER: INTERSECTION – MOMENTS LATER

Gambit emerges from the green water like the monster from the Black Lagoon. He is at an intersection of tunnels.

He whips his head back, the water from his hair sent in all directions. He takes several deep breaths, recovering from his long swim.

His eyes are closed as water drips down his face and off his body. But suddenly, he stops.

Something’s not right.

He opens one eye at first; almost afraid to find out what is askew. Then, he opens his other eye, revealing the true extent of the danger that lay all around him.

Fifteen heavily armed soldiers surround him. Some crouched in the water and some standing on the catwalks that circle the spherical ceiling of the intersection.

COMMANDER​

Freeze mutant! Stay where you are and put your hands on your head.


Gambit smiles as if he is almost amused by the deadly predicament that he’s gotten himself into.

GAMBIT​

I give up, mon ami. You win and Gambit lose.


Beat.

GAMBIT (CONT’D)​

Problem is, Gambit still got one trick up his sleeve.


Gambit reaches into his jacket, causing the men to quickly tighten their grip on their weapons.

COMMANDER​

Hold it right there! I said freeze!


Despite the Commander’s demands, Gambit pulls out a deck of cards, slowly.

He smiles at his captivated audience and displays the deck, as if he were putting on some type of magic trick.

He pulls the cards out of the case, shuffling them just as good as any card dealer at a casino in Vegas.

COMMANDER​

FREEZE!


The guard takes his pistol out of its holster and shoots it four times. He purposely shoots the water all around Gambit, attempting to spook him.

Didn’t work very well.

GAMBIT​

OK...Now it’s Gambit turn, mon ami.


Gambit takes a card from the deck and clutches it in his hand. Instantly, the card begins to catch flame. However, the fire emitting from the card is an unusual pinkish purple.

He smiles mischievously and suddenly slams the card into the water. As if there was something in that murky filth, the card instantly gives off a bright, radiant light, blinding the soldiers as they shield their unsuspecting eyes.

Taking advantage of the momentary reserve of danger, Gambit leaps up into the air, his trenchcoat looking like a cape as he soars up high.

In midair, he takes a two medium-sized, silver bo staffs from his inside coat pockets. Still in air, he connects the two, making a longer, more efficient weapon.

With a smile on his face, he descends towards the Commander, who is still a bit dumbfounded by the recent events. Savoring every moment, Gambit slams the staff down on his skull, instantly rendering him unconscious.

As the light dies down, the soldiers prepare for attack. Gambit, using his heightened agility, leaps up into the air once more, immobilizing several more soldiers with a deadly spin of the staff.

Not wasting anytime, Gambit pulls out several more cards as they glow in that all-too-familiar flame. Seeing this, several soldiers step back.

Gambit hurls the cards, as if they were projectiles, straight at three unsuspecting soldiers. The impacting sends them soaring into the brick walls behind them.

As the fight continues, it becomes evident that the soldiers really have no chance at all. With Gambit’s mutant powers and unusual speed, he is able to take down all fifteen soldiers in only a few minutes.

Once the mutant-powered melee is through, he stands there, his eyes burning in that same color purple as the flames on the cards. He is panting heavily, full of rage and exhaustion.

GAMBIT​

You may be good, mon ami...Gambit be better.


Scanning the immediate vicinity, Gambit takes one final look at the fallen soldiers. He smiles, happy with his efficiency.

With a polite bow, Gambit is gone, vanished into yet another tunnel.

EXT. NEW YORK CITY SURFACE – NIGHT

An ordinary manhole...nothing spectacular. What is spectacular, however, is the five soldiers stationed at it, armed to the teeth.

Unbeknownst to them, the manhole lifts slightly. Nothing can be seen in the darkness...except a pair of red eyes.

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Here it is, the first 6 minutes or so of X-Men Dark Horizon. I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry about the format though, despite the changes I've made to it after copying it, it still hasn't gotten quite right.

 

[BobJM]

Anyone???

Ouch...

 

[Dernhelm]

sounds good. you made gambit dam cool. Lol

cant wait for the next part

 

[BobJM]

NEWS BROADCAST:

EXT. BOSTON – DAY

The air is filled with the sounds of sirens, police and ambulance alike.

A REPORTER stands in front of all the pandemonium as what seems to be hundreds of police cars arrive.

She stands there, her hand gripping her Channel 5 FOX microphone.


REPORTER
A citywide paranoia fills the day as the alleged murderer is yet to be detained. Neighbor against neighbor, entire families afraid to step outside their doorstep. Just behind me, a squadron of police and law enforcement officials have gathered, at what has been confirmed to be the murder’s apartment.


Behind her, the police are emerging from their vehicles, armed and ready to storm the building that lay behind them.


REPORTER
For all those tuning in just now, we have breaking...tragic news. Presidential Candidate, Senator Graydon Creed of Massachusetts, was assassinated this morning at a Democratic rally, right here, in the heart of Boston. This truly is a day of sadness and of mourning. With elections only a few weeks away, Creed, only 40 years of age, was taken too early from this world. A nation funeral is already set for this Friday. Wait...


She pushes her earpiece with her finger, struggling to hear over the chaos behind her.

Her face instantly changes from gloom to fear.


REPORTER
It’s just been confirmed that the assassin is indeed a mutant.


She turns back, her eyes locking with one of the S.W.A.T. officers there.

She turns back, facing the camera pointed in her face.


REPORTER
Reports are still coming in, as—-Hey!!


Two S.W.A.T. officers grab the woman by the arms, carrying her away. Before she gets off camera...

She looks up, screaming.

A beam of golden, hot plasma, originated from the killer’s apartment window, shoots through the azure sky, sending shivers down the spies off the officers witnessing it.

Everyone ducks down, the camera and angle now tilted as it becomes apparent that the camera man has dove down to the ground as well.

The Reporter’s head sticks into the screen one more time.


REPORTER
There you have it; the mutant community is a menace! We can’t live with—


Static.

 

[BobJM]

INT. CAPITOL BUILDING – SENATE HEARING – THE NEXT DAY

Packed with photographers and reporters, this usually stuffy room just got a lot warmer.

There's a dais - a raised panel of senators from all states- and a second, lower panel.

Seated at this lower panel is the hearing’s Chairman. Sitting next to him is SENATOR CAMERON HODGE of New York. Not exactly the biggest fan of the mutant community.

Despite the constant chatter between the competing reporters and the obnoxious flashes of each camera, our attention only drifts to one object...One MAN...One MUTANT.

DR. HENRY McCOY.

Standing at the center podium, it is obvious that Dr. McCoy is no ordinary man. While his taste and sense of style may be identical to that of any other man around him, there’s something that makes him different...makes him special.

Could it be the dark blue fur that covers his entire body? Or perhaps the fangs or even the claws? Or maybe it’s just the way that his glasses rest on the tip of his blue-skinned nose?

While he’s normally a pacifistic man who always looks to solve things diplomatically before violence, there’s nothing he’d rather do right now than tear of Hodge’s head.

EXT. CAPITOL BUILDING – CONTINUOUS

Occurring just outside of Capitol Building, a riot has broken loose.

Hundreds of humans- mutants, too- all gathered to state their position. Signs are held up from the human protestors, saying things like “Die mutants!”, “Leave us alone!”, etc. Mutants, who are just as up in arms as the humans, are just as cruel too.

S.W.A.T. and National Guard troops are stationed along the lines of the street, using their fiberglass shields to hold back the angry citizens. Antiterrorist sniper teams are stationed on all near rooftops.

INT. CAPITOL BUILDING – SENATE HEARING – CONTINUOUS

Back inside, Dr. McCoy and Senator Hodge are in the middle of their debate. Tensions are high and everyone in the building is on edge, each becoming fearfully aware of the hysteria going on outside.


DR. MCCOY
Senator Hodge, what you’re suggesting is that every mutant- teenagers to seniors- is a highly dangerous criminal. To stereotype an entire community of millions is not only imprudent, it’s mad.


SEN. HODGE
Dr. McCoy, these Acts are not a “death sentence” to any mutant, as you have stated it to be earlier, it’s—


DR. MCCOY To have mutants register and reveal themselves to the general populous is not only suicide on their part, but genocide on a much larger scale. With mutant-related hate crimes steadily increasing every day, mutants live in fear. Surely you could understand why many feel it best to remain unknown.


Hodge smiles, happy that McCoy has just fallen into his trap. He picks up a manila folder, stuffed with surveillance photos and government information. Hodge turns to the audience.


SEN. HODGE
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. McCoy would like you all to believe that mutants are the victim in the grand scheme of things, but I kid you not...it is us who are the victims.
(Holds up the folder)
Ever since the discovery of mutants, what has it been...12 years now?...Humanity has witnessed the true potential...the true danger of their so-called gifts. But, I ask you this now, do gifts deface New York City’s Lady Liberty? Threaten U.N. leaders? I don’t remember opening any gift on Christmas morning and finding out that I could use it to kill 214 U.S. soldiers. Or...more recently Senator Creed...A dear friend of mine.


DR. MCCOY
Senator, you can’t—


SEN. HODGE
(Turning to McCoy)
Dr. McCoy, mutants are just as dangerous as registered weapon. And weapons, guns for example, are registered because of their level of danger...their level of threat to the entire community around them.


Dr. McCoy attempts to stay calm, using every fiber in his body to stop from throwing himself at his opponent and clawing his eyes out.


DR. MCCOY
You can’t compare an inanimate object to a breathing, living person. The difference there, Senator, is control. The owner of that gun could very well be a mass murderer, shooting everything in his path. Or the owner could be one of New York’s finest. Just because there is a real danger in that gun, doesn’t mean that that power will be misused.


SEN. HODGE
You can turn this any way you would like to, Doctor, but whichever way this topic is turned about, the truth is still there. A respectable U.S. senator was assassinated only two days ago, a death that could have been prevented, would we have known the danger level of that mutant responsible. Now, what’s to stop another fanatic such as him from killing...perhaps on a bigger scale? There is no true way, Dr. McCoy, I can tell you that...but there is something we can do, something that could very well protect the people around them. Knowledge is power, and knowing the threat and preparing against it is key to a better, safer environment.


DR. MCCOY
Senator Creed...Excuse me...I—Senator!!


This last line is a real audience pleaser. It is met with thunderous applause, drowning out McCoy’s voice.

Hodge turns to the crowd, smiling and raising his hands up for the continuous flash of cameras. Hodge turns to McCoy, watching as he leaves his podium and walks out the room, his folder tucked under his arm.

 

[BobJM]

Before I continue on with anything, I just wanted to apologize for the abnormally large font. My computer has been acting weird lately. The rest of my script, however, will be in much smaller, regular font.

However, I would like to get a little feedback from some people. If not, I'll just take this thread to the fan fiction section.

 

[Sean Madrox]

It seems like a solid start to the movie, waiting to see more characters than Gambit and Beast.

 

[BobJM]

Here's a bit more. Thanks for those who have posted.
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INT. CAPITOL BUILDING – HALLWAY – MINUTES LATER

As Henry walks down the white halls, he loosens his tie, his head hanging low. While he may have been able to hide his emotions earlier at the hearing, there is no chance for him whatsoever. His silence...motions...all point to one thing.

His defeat.

MAN (OS)
Dr. McCoy! Dr. McCoy!

Not even turning to face the man, McCoy waves him off.

DR. MCCOY
Please, no questions now.

MAN (OS)
Is that how ye treat an ‘ol friend, laddie?

McCoy’s mood instantly lightens as he turns to greet his old friend, SEAN CASSIDY.

DR. MCCOY
Sean! It’s great to see you! What you are you doing here?

They both shake hands, both obviously glad to see one another.

SEAN
Just a spectator, lad. Heard about the hearings, thought I’d come for some moral support.

The two walk down the barren hall together, heading for the door.

DR. MCCOY
Yes, well, after that I think that we could all use some support...I—I can’t believe I just lost to that...that—

SEAN
There’s nothing ye can do it about it now, lad. Ye did ye’re best and that’s what counts, eh. We’ve had some tough journeys, Hank. This is simply our latest. We can get through this.

Sean pats McCoy on the back, reassuring his optimistic ideals. The two reach the door. McCoy turns to Sean.

DR. MCCOY
Thanks, Sean, I needed that...I’m actually on my way to the institute. Ororo’s been stressed lately, running the school by herself. I thought I would go and see if I can be of any help. Do you need a place to stay? I know it’s a good distance from here, but nothing is too out of reach when you have your own personal X-Jet.

The two men laugh.

SEAN
I’d love to lad, but Moira and I are heading out tonight.

DR. MCOY
Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.

SEAN
Thank ye, laddie. Send Ororo my love.

Hank walks out the door, ready to brave the perils of the rioters that lay all around him.

Sean smiles and then turns away from Hank, walking back down the hall.

He takes out his cell phone, dials, and waits. And then:

SEAN
The X-Men know nothing...

INT. OVAL OFFICE – DAY

A familiar room. A place that we’ve seen time and time again through national announcements and such. Despite the always changing leader, the room seems to remain untouched. Same paint, same desk, same everything.

PRESIDENT DAVID COCKRUM sits at the desk, signing various bills, documents, etc. There is a knock at the door.

The SECRETARY walks in, following her knock on the door.

SECRETARY
Mr. President, Secretary Trask is here for your meeting.

PRESIDENT
Thank you, Alice. Send him in.

She nods her head, complying. She turns and walks out the door, leaving it wide open for the MAN to enter.

President Cockrum pushes his papers to the side, giving his full attention to SECRETARY OF HOMELAND SECURITY BOLIVIR TRASK.

Trask is a large man, muscles to match his brain. He walks in calmly with a manila folder in his hand. In it are several documentations and photographs. On the top, stamped in red is TOP SECRET. Bolivir casually tosses the folder on the president’s desk.

PRESIDENT
What is this?

The President begins to sift through the pages, his jaw dropping further with each page turned. He continues to scan it as Trask speaks.

TRASK
That, Mr. President, is our answer...Project Wideawake.

President Cockrum takes his eyes from the folder for a moment, glancing up and meeting Trask’s eyes.

PRESIDENT
Bolivir, there’s no need for any of this...The Registration Acts have been—

Trask cuts him off.

TRASK
Mr. President, you know as well as I do that the Registration Acts will never hold up.

PRESIDENT
(Pointing to the folder)
And you think this will? Is this—is this even legal, Secretary?

Trask smiles, as if amused by the President’s naïve nature.

TRASK
Legal, Mr. President? We decide what is and what isn’t. You can save billions of lives with this project.

The President stands up, infuriated by this.

PRESIDENT
And kill millions, Mr. Trask. You’re taking about declaring war on U.S. soil.

TRASK
Mr. President, you have to realize that the mutant community poses are real threat to our people...Our nation.

The President closes the folder and hands it to Trask.

PRESIDENT
Secretary Trask, your intentions and your plan of action are illegal, inhumane, and un-American, all of which are traits that I make a point to avoid. This project, as of now, is officially terminated.

Bolivir takes hold of the folder, clenching onto it, rage surging through him.

The President ignores this and sits back behind his desk. He takes out his pen and the several documents that he pushed away earlier.

TRASKMr. President, this decision isn’t up to you anymore. If you choose not to sign this, then you’re turning your back on the nation you swore to protect. Someone needs to ensure our country’s survival. If not you, Mr. President, then who can the citizens depend on?

President Cockrum once again puts his pen down and moves his documents aside.

PRESIDENT
They’re not as bad as you make them out to be.

TRASK
They’re rioting in the streets, for Christ’s sake!

Beat.

TRASK (CONT’D)
Mr. President, there is no easily way to approach this situation. The last few years have taught us that. Project Wideawake is merely the muscle behind the Registration Acts. If the mutant community rejects the Acts, which we already know they have, order will need to be restored.

Trask looks at Cockrum, watching as the president contemplates the situation.

TRASK
Mr. President, safety is—

PRESIDENT
Bolivir, I don’t like this...But, you make a valid point. You have one chance and one chance only. I want an update every week—

TRASK Yes, Mr.—

PRESIDENT
Written by my own personal liaison. Bolivir, this country is already on the brink of civil unrest. We don’t need any more complications.

The President moves to the window, observing the lawn that lay before the immense White House.

PRESIDENT (CONT’D)
I’ve spent almost two years trying to establish a peaceful bond between the mutant community and our government.

TRASK
I understand, Mr. President. However, I have one more introduction.

The door swings open, revealing a MAN standing in the doorway. His silver hair is perfectly kept, his statue equal to any military man. His name is JOHN BASTION. We will learn more of him later.

PRESIDENT (OS)
Who is this?

BASTION
Your savior, Mr. President...your savior.

 

[BobJM]

EXT. XAVIER MANSION – DAY

TITLES: 3 WEEKS LATER

Rain pours down hard on the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, creating a haunted house-like scene. Lightning strikes and dark clouds gather, replacing the azure skies.

A MAN, clad in a leather jacket rides through the mansion’s automatic gates, riding on a motorcycle. His hair is long, wild...feral, just like him. His name is LOGAN. We know him all too well.

INT. XAVIER MANSION: THRESHOLD – MOMENTS LATER

The main doors swing open, revealing Logan at the doorway, a backpack hanging off of his shoulder. He shakes of the water, mimicking a dog just in from the morning roll in the mud. He takes off his soaking jacket and lets is slide off his arms and fall onto the finished wooden floors. Without even a second thought, he walks down the hall.

INT. XAVIER MANSION: HALL – CONTINUOUS

Logan walks down the halls, ignoring the beautifully crafted wooden walls, paintings, and sculptures. He’s much too focused on something else:

His cigar.

He is about to bring it up to his mouth when- BEEP! The last bell of the day goes off.

LOGAN
S***.

Logan’s faced this scenario one too many times. He simply leans up against the wall and keeps his head down.

A few moments pass before the sea of students pass by him, each one of them a mutant. Some move along, their powers unnoticeable. Others, however, have more physical mutations, making them stand out in the crowd.

Logan raises an eyebrow at a boy who runs by him with crustacean-like pincers. Logan’s head rises once again at a familiar face.

ROGUE.

The shy, teenage girl he had met up in Canada has matured in the past years, growing into a beautiful young woman. Her style in clothing has drastically changed too. Only a few years ago, Rogue wouldn’t go anywhere without her gloves. Her entire body was always concealed, protecting others around her. Logan isn’t used to seeing her this way...isn’t used to seeing her so exposed.

Another familiar face registers...BOBBY DRAKE, Rogue’s boyfriend for the past five years. The two walk hand in hand, acting as any young couple in love.

LOGAN
Either of you guys seen Ro?

Rogue looks up startled, surprised- in a good way- by Logan’s presence.

ROGUE
Logan!

She goes up and gives Logan a hug, embracing him with a friendly kiss on the cheek.

LOGAN
How you been, kid?

She looks down at her hands, uncovered...bare...human.

ROGUE
Great...really great.

LOGAN
Good.
(Turning to face Rogue and Bobby)
So, uh, you guys—

Bobby cuts him off, his eyes drifting to the cigar in Logan’s hand.

BOBBY
(Jokingly)
You forget this is a school?

Logan dismisses it.

LOGAN
My last one.

ROGUE
Doubt it.

Rogue laughs playfully, teasing with Logan.

BOBBY
Storm’s in her office, watering the school flowers.

Logan looks at Bobby, confused for a moment. Catching on, however, Logan looks outside at the pouring rain and smiles.

LOGAN
Guess I should’ve known.

Beat.

BOBBY
Yea, so uh, we’ll see you later, Logan.
(To Rogue)
Come on, Marie.

Bobby takes hold of her hand, gently. Rogue looks back at him and smiles, then turns to Logan.

ROGUE
I’ll see you around, I guess...Good luck.

Rogue and Bobby walk away.

LOGAN
For what?

ROGUE (OS)
She’s totally pissed!

Logan smiles and shakes his head. He turns, heading towards Ororo’s office. He stops, realizing it’s a great time for a smoke. He lifts up his cigar, only to find that the tip of it is covered in a frosty ice.

INT. OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER

Inside what used to be Professor Xavier’s headmaster office, ORORO MUNROE sits at her desk, eyes tightly shut. She seems to be in deep concentration, not moving a muscle or hair.

KNOCK.

One eye opens to the sound of the visitor at the door. Her eye is white, however, completely immersed in the opaque hue. No pupils. Just white.

ORORO
Come in.

The door slowly opens, revealing Logan at the doorway.

CRACK! BOOM!

Bolts of lightning cut through the dark skies as the thunder roars. And then, something amazing happens.

Ororo’s opaque color fades away, revealing her beautiful brown eyes. She exhales, as if a great weight has been lifted off her.

Logan looks outside, something more amazing occurring. Mimicking Ororo’s eyes, the storm fades away too, revealing the azure sky stretching across the horizon.

LOGAN
Ororo, I—

ORORO
Where were you this morning, Logan?

Logan takes out his cigar and throws it in the garbage bin. He takes a seat in front of Ororo’s desk.

LOGAN
I’m trying, Ro.

ORORO
Trying, Logan?!? You’ve missed four classes this week!

Ororo is furious, throwing her emotions right on the desk.

ORORO
I need you Logan. You told me, promised me, that you would be here...help me with all of this.

Logan sits there silently.

ORORO
Do you even care?

LOGAN
I never asked for this...any of this.

ORORO
You think I did?

Ororo stands up out of her seat, moving to the bay window behind her. She looks out it, staring at three gravestones aligned in a row.

ORORO (CONT’D)
I mean...I know I’m not Jean, Logan, but...c’mon.

There is a silence that fills the room.

After a few moments:

LOGAN
I know you don’t think that.

ORORO
(Coldly)
You’re not around long enough to know.

Beat.

LOGAN
Ro, I—

ORORO
Sorry for wasting your time, Logan. I’m sure you’ve got to get an early start when you leave again.

Ororo walks out of her office, leaving Logan there alone.

 

[TKing]

i love it. how you introduced gambit was great. can't wait to read more scenes about him.

 

[Ororocity]

Very nice

 

[MaleRogue]

BobbyJoMo Next one please