The Man Behind the Gun

Chapter two

The other side was cold, really cold. Winter as it seems. Lincoln held onto the unconscious boy in his arms, his breath seemed to come out as small clouds.

What a moron he is, to want to be the Boys guardian. In his situation, it could have been any kid.
Why did it have to be this kid then?

He sighed, rubbed his eyes, and pulled the boy onto his lap, sitting on the ground in mid of a forest, snow was falling.

Gordon winced, as he bit into his hand and held it over a few branches he had found. his blood turned into hot red flames as soon as the drops touched the wood, and the Alchemist took his hand away and licked the wound clean, then bound it with a bandage.

The Boy was still sleeping. 
Gordon took off his jacket, rolled it together and laid the boy down on it, so it was like a pillow.

He then began to work: He took out his Hunting Knife, cut down big branches and piled them on to a big cluster. Afterward, He wiped his forehead and proceeded to hunt. after what seemed like hours, he catched a big stag and slew it, then dragged it to their small camp, where he skinned it and put the fur to the pile, while the meat rested on a big rock he had cleaned, the innards were buried.

As he made sure that the meat was now roasting in the fire on a stick, he spread out his arms and laid down his hands on the pile of branches and fur. Their energies connected, and the Wood and skin shifted and turned until there stood a small tent. Not much, but he was just an alchemist and exhausted. So he went over to Harry and shook him awake. Within a start, Claws and Blades were in the air, only a few inches from his face. Hadrien went pale and Gordon smirked. "Why, good morning, Princess. Slept well?"

Harry flushed red and grumbled. "I-I am so sorry. That's the first time that happened." He retrieved his claws and blades made of bone and gave an unsure smile. "What now?"

Lincoln nodded and pointed towards the tend."It seems to be in winter. This Tent there is newly created, but small. Would you be so kind and make it bigger on the inside? So we won't have to freeze at night."

Hadrien nodded and wanted to pull out his wand, but did not find it. "W-Where is my wand???"

"This here is another world, kid. You have no wands because they are useless here. Use your hands instead. That is most likely why you had slept so long. Your body adjusted itself so you could use your powers and wandless magic easier."

The young man gulped and nodded, as he tried to concentrate. He had seen Dumbledore and Voldemort use it so often. He would just have to concentrate. But how? he was a mess, he just left everything behind. There is nothing left.

Behind him, Gordon sneezed, and Harry was pulled into reality. It's cold. It's Winter. Did he really want his Savior to freeze to death, after all, he has done? This man is alone, Alchemists are stronger in power then wizards, but have no magic to protect them. He would die out there, because of him.

Blue light surrounded his cold fingers like warm gloves and went over to the tent. He felt how his magic rushed inside and twisted it, filled it, strengthened it. Soon it looked almost like the tent of Hermione. How did he do that? Was he really that powerful?

He turned towards Lincoln, shocked, but he turned too fast and his legs gave in. Lincoln rushed forward and held him up, then dragged him inside: it really looked like Hermione's. But smelled like fresh wood.
"Wow Kid.  You did it, you did more then I expected! You really are something special, huh?"

Harry looked up and saw the Man grin, as he was sat down on a chair. Everything was just like Hermione's!

"Now, you must be really tired. You used so much magic, you even conjured beds, furniture, and a kitchen! Impressive, kid! I will bring our stuff inside, then cook our meat. Rest, will ya? I will wake u when the supper is ready."

The Wizard nodded, crawled into one of the beds and fell straight asleep.

Gordon smiled at that, and tucked him in, then went out, brought their package in and the meat, and put out the fire.

The Bountyhunter scanned the area, feeling like he was being watched, but shrugged it off as he did not feel any soul energies out there, except those of the animals and plants.
'Must be my imagination.'

With a sigh, he went back in and put on the inner fireplace.
Time to cook dinner.
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Irritation spread in the doctor's mind as he looked out the window. One of his eldest friends followed his Gaze. "What happened, Charles? Normally that's how I look, ya know?"
The Professor sighed and turned his head towards the buff man. "Logan. I am irritated and confused, you must understand. Cerebro showed me today two Mutants, of which the younger one just awoke. I have never realized their presence before, so I was curious and tried to see what they were doing. But they blocked my mind with ease."

The Man called Logan huffed surprised. "Telepaths?"

Charles shook his head. "No, I don't think so. As I used Bird's eyes to see what they were doing, I was shocked. The elder, male and athletic build, was unbelievably strong and fast and was able to gather ingredients to build a Tent. But he did not just build it, no! He touched the materials and they began to turn and mix together and build a tent on their own! And the kid..."

Logan smelled Charles distress and furrowed his brows. "What's with the lad, Professor?"

The man in the wheelchair looked out of the window again and sighed. "The Kid was even stronger. It strengthened the tent, and it seemed as the boy made it bigger on the inside. Powers that can bend and morph the things around them, both of them... And the Boy. He has Claws... Like you. Bone Claws."

As this was said, Logan froze and a lump of dread formed in his chest. "Do you think we are related? The Lad and me? Are these two maybe Family?"

The Telepath turned to him with eyes deeply sad. "I really don't know, Logan. So many questions, but I can't give you any answers. The Man seemed rather adamant to protect him. He had hunted with ease a stag, and it seemed that he knew exactly where I was as I watched him. He can feel the auras of the creatures around. And the way he moved, was the way a predator moves. I most likely haven't seen all of his powers, and who knows if they aren't against what we do.  To approach them now, since the youngest of them just awoke, may end into a massacre. You are a feral, Logan, and the two of them are most likely too. Do not put them into a situation where they believe you to be dangerous. Who knows what they are capable of."

The Feral Mutant huffed uneasy, already standing with one leg in the Hallway. "Where are they, Charles?"

Just as the silence began to settle, the telepathic man in the wheelchair sighed tiredly. "In Canada, near Saguenay, Québec. Don't get into a fight, Logan. You are still Wolverine."

Wolverine nodded and rushed out.
He needed to find them.

Even when they are not related to him, the kid as similar powers.
For the first time since he can remember, he wouldn't be alone.