Wolverine--The Next Generation

Meet Wolverine

Setting: Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

Year: September, 2001

Main Characters: Professor Charles Xavier (Professor X), Logan Howlett (Wolverine), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Jean Grey, Marie (Rogue), Bobby (Iceman), Marissa Carrington (Metallica), Eric Lehnsherr (Magneto), Mystique, Hank McCoy (Beast)

 

Author’s Note: What will happen when Wolverine finds love and possibly a family? Well, read and find out!!!

Almost anything that is in italics is what the character is thinking.

*Logan’s Point of View (POV)*

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—I’m the best at what I do… but what I do best isn’t very nice.” I stormed out the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. When we say “gifted”, we mean “mutant”. I’ve never considered being a mutant as a gift. A gift is something you can return. You can’t return telepathic abilities, or laser-shooting eyes, or a skeleton made of Adamantium with indestructable claws that extend from your hands.

            Professor Xavier was telling Scott, Storm, Jean, and I more about the situation with Magneto, and it wasn’t looking good. He was planning to launch an attack on New Orleans, the Louisiana Superdome to be exact. The Superbowl was four or five months away and apperently, Magneto had a theory that an abundant amount of mutants were attending and Magneto was going to attempt them to join his Brotherhood. I volunteered to go it alone, undercover. Laser-beam (Scott) and the Professor both gave me the same answer—it’s too risky. I protested, naturally. “Nobody else can detect Mystique like I can. If anybody can smell her, it’s me.” But Professor X made another point, one I didn’t like, “But Magneto can also detect you. The metal in your bones is something he can sniff out like a blood hound could sniff out a rabbit. He’d give you away in no time—definetly not time enough for us to bring down Mystique.” I opened my mouth to talk, but Xavier cut me off, “No more discussion. It’s settled.” Storm broke in, “He’s right, Logan. It’s just too risky. You’re a valuble member to the team, and that’s why we need to work as one.” Cyclops made a wise-ass remark, “What about me? I’m valuble too!” Jean told him to shut up, which is good because she used her words. I probably would’ve given him a black eye. “This may be one of our last chances to stop Magneto and his Brotherhood. We can’t try anything too dangerous.”

“Fighting Metal-head isn’t dangerous?! We deal with danger every single day of our lives! Can you not see that?! Danger is inevitable in our lives, whether you like it or not, Xavier!” The Professor looked at me seriously, “Logan, I know how angry you are. I don’t have to read your mind to see that. But right now, we need you to do what you do best.”

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—I’m the best at what I do… but what I do best isn’t very nice.” I stormed out the door. Usually when I’m pissed off, I do one of two things: practice in the Danger Room or take Scott’s bike out for a spin. I decided to go for a ride on the motorcycle. It helps me clear my head. With the help of a technopath (ability to control technology with the mind), I rigged my helmet to play music while I was riding. It’s got a place for a chip that holds the music. I turned it on and “Highway to Hell” played. (AN: His helmet looks like this: http://www.jspowersports.com/img/helmets/vegastreet/redgraphicb.gif ) AC-DC is pretty good, so is Guns ‘n Roses.

            I had driven about 10 miles into New York City. (The school is only about 20 miles from NYC) I was driving along the more abandoned part of town. As I got nearer to an old alley, I noticed something wasn’t right. I stopped the motorcycle beside the curb and let it idle. I smelled the air. What I smelled was familiar and I dreaded the fact that I knew what it was: Mystique. I turned off the ignition and walked toward the smell. I was prepared for anything, and if it was Mystique that was there, anything that could happen would. I looked from side to side, making sure that no one else was in sight of me. I’ve seen the reaction of people when they see my claws. It’s not pretty.