Clone (An X-Men fanfic)(Completed)(Editing)

Chapter 1: Weapon XXXXXV

I wake up to the dimness of an overhanging light and the silhouettes of three people against the dinghy cement wall that surrounds the room.

"Wer bist du?" My voice scratches the wet air, and I shift uncomfortably on a metal table.

"I thought you said she wasn't supposed to wake up, Jean." One of the figures says in the same language as the lab coats.

"It'll be ok, Storm, I'm taking care of it." A different woman replies, at this point I've slowly started to sit up.

"Was ist los?" They might not be the lab coats, but that's all I know and all I can remember.

"What's she saying Jean?" A deeper voice, probably male, says in the corner, I'd forgotten about him.

"She's uncertain of what's going on, just try not to scare her, I don't know if I'll be able to control where she teleports, if she even has the power to." What are they saying, I've never heard this tone of voice from anyone, I don't know what they're trying to do-

"Ha-allo, I um, Ich bin ein vogel?" Another voice, but this time it echoes as if in a metal chamber. A bird? What does that mean?

"Ugh, I think I just said I was a bird... how do you say this... uh Mö-rder?" Was!? Oh nein, I have to get out of here. These people are crazy.

"No- uh Nein, I meant Helfer!" Too late for apologies, I jump and scramble to teleport out of the room, only to find that I've teleported into a dense forest the likes of I've only seen in my dreams. A man's voice grumbles from behind some bushes, which causes me to teleport up the nearest tree.

"Don't know, Rogue, Jean said she would be somewhere in the vicinity of this area." More twigs snap and leaves crack as whoever the short man was talking to follows behind him.

"Well, maybe she was wrong, I mean she has kind of lost it on the powers spectrum." The strong accent of the girl with white and brown hair throws me off, so many new things.

"Sssshhh, I hear something, and smell something." The short man gets down on his haunches and crawls about, sniffing the ground like some beast and makes his way to my tree. Stopping, he looks up and I close my eyes, oh please go away.

"Logan, what is it?" She whispers harshly.

"Found 'er." I peek down below to see him starting to climb the tree with some sort of knife, or knives plural. The muscles in my shoulders tighten and my tail flicks back and forth nervously, where will I end up the next time I teleport? Rustling of the tree brings me back to my other dilemma, the man and the girl, who one of which is now heading towards me.

My breath hitches and I get ready to teleport away, but at the last minute I find myself unable to move; as if I were immensely and deathly afraid of it. Cracking, the branches underneath me break and I fall to the forest floor. The short man jumps in surprise and lands on top of me; a snarl coloring his face. His horrible knives pressed against my exposed throat and a growl in his.

"Logan!" The girl yells what I'm assuming is his name, but when he let's up, his knives nick my skin and my head swings in a dizzying motion.

"What are you doing, we're not supposed to hurt her!" She seems extremely upset by what just happened, but that doesn't mean anything other than that I could be a package.

"We can't take any chances, Rogue, especially with where she comes from." While they continue to go back and forth I slide away and stand up with wobbly legs. Maybe I can teleport away and find someone who'll help me, or just run blindly in the opposite direction of the two people.

Breathing heavily, I continue to try and teleport away while tumbling through brush and brambles, all the while hearing shouts behind me and watching black dots swim around my vision. A light shines through the leaves and up ahead a mansion comes into view, it's towers covered in vines and it's marble porch pristine. My foot catches on a root; flinging me face first into the ground and stuffing a fistfull of dirt into my mouth. The taste of iron suddenly falls onto my tastebuds, and in shock I touch my fingertips to my nose to find a dark red substance to have come from it. Blood I suppose. I've only ever seen my own in tubes.

Ignoring the pain coming from my temple, the footsteps so close behind me, and the darkness that lingers around the corners of my eyes, I lurch forward again and make my way to the wooden door with a curling brass handle and carved glass panel. There is no time to knock, so instead I burst into the home of complete strangers. When I finally realize what I'm looking at, my breath leaves me to fend for myself against this mirror, this reflection, this perfect picture of me.

"Was?" A strangled whisper, and it's all I can say, for what else can I say? His eyes widen and his mouth parts into a gasp.

"Who are you?" His voice sounds like mine but he speaks words that I don't understand, more lab words.

"Nightcrawler, watch out!" A pain like a fire starts in my shoulder and the same white haired girl has one hand on me and another holding a glove. The darkness that had started by the corners of my eyes starts to spread and I feel my legs give out from beneath me until I can't feel anything anymore.