Chapter 2: Choosing to go to Charles Xavier's Institute

I paced back and forth, growling in the process.

How was I gonna get a hold of Charles? I thought.

Snarling, I sniff the air.

Hmm.

Squinting my eyes, I quickly jumped up, and began to climb the tall pine tree. Biting back a growl, I squinted, looking around for a newbie human that would've been caught dead in this neck of the woods. When I did, I smiled, and began to climb back down. It was almost morning right before the dawn, and I'd spotted a huge tent that occupied more than one person.

Walking stealthily around the campsite, I unzipped the tent flap, and pushed it open a bit. I looked in, two humans were snoring loudly, and they stank like they hadn't showered in weeks. I wrinkled my nose, and continued on, closing the flap, and turning around beginning to look at the small campfire that was just about to burn out. I snorted.

If these men weren't careful, they could've started a fire.

I rolled my eyes heavenward and proceeded to find the thing that just now caught my eye. Grinning like the fool I was, I'd walked to the back of the tent, and saw something shining in the pre-dawn. One of the humans had his hand peeking out from underneath the fabric of the tent, he was still asleep no doubt, clutching a piece of silver that could only be described as a cell phone. Reaching out for the phone, I bent my head a little so I could make sure the man stayed asleep. Just as my fingers brushed the cellular device, the man turned over on his left side, grunting and proceeding to clutch the phone to his chest.

Grumbling under my breath, I walked back around to the front, opening up the flap, and stepped over the first man to grab the phone. As I bent forward and clutched the phone in my grasp, his eyes popped open. I let out a string of curses as I backed up, the phone in my clenched fist. He let out a girlish scream that I would've laughed at. He rubbed his eyes, like he couldn't believe someone had been breaking and entering in the tent.

"C-can I h-help you sir? You're trespassing on camp grounds here, and stealing isn't nice." He said, eyes round and eyed me up and down.

I curled back my upper lip, giving him a sneer. "Do you really think I care about either of those?" The man's blue eyes widened and he reached up to run a hand through his hair, before reaching over to grab his spectacles and push them up on the bridge of his nose. Smirking, I felt my free hand extend the metal claws. I watched the eyes of the man looked terrified. Of course he would've been terrified. "Listen here bub," I stated, quickly looking over my shoulder to see that the other guy was fast asleep. "I need to call someone, and you're here. That means I'm stealing your phone, ignoring the safety laws, and you'll be fine and dandy without your precious device. Got it?"

"Bu--" he trailed off. With my hand held up as the light began to descend in the sky, it glinted like a huge knife. I heard the man swallow hard, before nodding. "Go ahead, but good luck trying to get a signal. My phone's a piece of shit." He declared.

Narrowing my eyes, I gestured to the other man, "What about him? Doesn't he have one?"

"Who Tommie? Y-yeah, sure he does."

Rolling my eyes, I tossed the phone back at the guy, and reached over picking up Tommie's. Straightening up, I backed out of the tent, eyes trained on the two men. "Don't follow me, and speak to nobody about this." I let out a growl. The man nodded as the flap to the tent closed.

Turning around, I ran for a few minutes so I'd be undiscovered in case the guy decided to be a shit-head and call the cops or whoever ran this part of the woods. My claws sank back into my hands as I pulled out the piece of scrap paper from my front jeans pocket. I'd manage to steal clothes from a couple of lumberjacks that had decided to cut down a few trees. Their silence, for their clothes. Let's just say for the past couple of weeks, they'd seen me, not spoke a word as long as they handed over extra clothing.

Staring at the paper, I flipped open the cell phone and dialed the number. Putting it to my ear, it rang three times before a British accent spoke on the other end. "Charles Xavier, how can I help you?"

Swallowing hard, I let out a breath, "Look, Charles...." I started to say, leaning against a tree. "I'm deciding to take you up on you're offer to join the institute. Might be a good fresh start for me right now."

"You're making a good choice here Logan, you won't regret it."

I straightened up, feeling my heart begin to beat wildly out of my chest. "How did you know my name?" I asked, sounding a bit gruff.

I heard him chuckle on the other end, "I'll tell you about it later. Where would you like us to pick you up?"

I thought for a second before deciding. "Last time, same place, same time."

"Good. We'll meet you there." Charles said and then I disconnected the call. I snapped the phone in two, just to make sure as I dropped the pieces on the ground so that way, the two idiots who had decided to go camping would be able to find it no problem.

***

Leaning up against a tree, I was tapping my foot in a rhythm when I stopped moving my foot, and straightened up. Craning my head, I looked to the left, and then to the right. A small beeping sound was coming from behind me. It was a constant beeping that could only be heard softly if you listened hard enough. It began to beep a bit louder and picked up a speed like a heart monitor. My eyes widened, and I jumped to the side. I heard the explosion from behind me, and I ducked down, snarling, and covering my head after I ran forward towards an open field.

Someone wanted me dead, and it wasn't a very good thing. I coughed when I felt smoke filter it's way into my lungs. Wincing, I sniffed the air, once it had cleared, and saw a silhouette figure. "Sabertooth." I said in a cold menacing voice. He stood near the explosion, a smirk stretched across his face. I watched him walk around for a few minutes, not believing that he hadn't seen me, till he turned and walked away. He was like a feisty feline, prowling around for me.

Well, sorry bub, but I'm not coming out. I think I'll stay put right here.

Once I was sure he had disappeared, I stood up from the fields, dusting off the ashes from my clothes. I walked forward then turned around in a direction for a cliff, as I tilted back my head, upon seeing a helicopter with the chopper blades spinning around clock-wise, as it began to descend in front of me.

I had no idea as to why Sabertooth wanted me dead, but, maybe I would soon find out, after I was with Charles Xavier and away from this God forsaken forest!

I had to shield my face away from the smoke, when I saw a ladder hanging down in midair. I jumped, grasping out my hands and climbed. I reached the top, where two kids greeted me. I snarled and let my claws come out when I stepped foot on the chopper. They held their hands up in the air as surrender. "Logan, welcome." Charles said, and maneuvered in his wheel chair towards where I climbed up in the ladder. "Logan, meet our two first students."

"Our?" I snarled at him, yet I retracted my claws.

"Scott and Jean." They each held out their hands.

I shook Scott's first. He had long red brown hair to his forehead, wearing red dark sun glasses. "Afraid of a little sun?" I snickered under my breath. Scott looked away dropping my hand. I turned towards Jean as I eyed her up and down. "What's with the weird outfits?" I asked and snickered. I shook Jean's hand next. She had long dark brown hair to her shoulders. She smiled and had a nice pair of green eyes with a nice smile to match them. I slowly smiled back. I wasn't really used to smiling.

"These, are what everyone who is a member of the X-men, wears."

"X-men?" I snorted with laughter.

"Yes." Charles said, and folded his hands in his lap, while a black woman with white hair down to her waist piloted the helicopter. "It's a name where we called ourselves all mutants."

I snorted again, "Don't you mean monsters? Charles, I'm not a fool."

"I know your not, Logan. Scott and Jean are the first we've seen and we've declared them as mutants. No, they are not monsters, and neither are you. Just regular normal teens, who have special gifts and talents. That is why I've decided to help them grow and experience these gifts wisely."

"So, I'm guessing that I'm a mutant?" I asked, folding my muscular arms across my chest.

"In your case, yes. I believe that you went through a rough time sure. I mean, that bonding chemical that they put causing you to mix in with your skeleton, must've made you turn into a mutant when you were locked inside the indestructible metal domatium, which caused you to become a mutant in the first place..."

I snarled and got in his face, getting ready to cut his face with my claws, when I felt like I was getting pushed back with air. I snarled and struggled against it. It pushed me into the side of the helicopter. I struggled; I looked up blinking and snarling in outrage.

Jean had her hands close to her head in concentration. I cocked my head to the side.

What was she doing?

I snarled again and tried to move or wiggle free if possible.

No such luck.

Charles rolled his wheelchair over towards Jean and patted her shoulder. "Enough Jean. Put him down."

"Jean is doing this to me? How's that possible?" I snarled.

The black woman with the white hair and big blue eyes turned towards me, without looking at the sky as the pilot. "Logan." She said in a calm voice.

I narrowed my eyes. Did everybody know about my name?

Snarling and making a fuss, Jean dropped me to the ground. I smacked my face on the ground. Growling, I rubbed my face and stood up.

"Sorry." Jean mumbled. "I haven't exactly practiced much yet." She smiled a little hesitantly. I brushed myself off, and gritted my teeth. I tucked my claws away, for later that is.

When someone wasn't going to be lifting me up into the air.

Scott was holding his dark rimmed sunglasses as if he could've used them as a weapon, the thought made me chuckle slightly.

The black woman offered a hand to me. "Logan, my name is Aurora, but my X-men name is Storm."

I took it just a mere second then I dropped our hands. She raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "So, what, you control the weather or something?" I muttered.

Aurora nodded her head, "Yes. I do. I control the weather, unlike Scott his name is Cyclops."

"Wonder why. He has one eye or something?" I snorted with laughter.

Scott shook his head and he sounded angry. "No, I don't have one eye."

"Then how come you won't take off your sunglasses inside bub?" I mumbled.

"I..." Scott started to say then bent his head forward, looking at the ground.

"You what?" I grumbled.

"He can't Logan. I'm afraid that if he takes them off, then he would burn us." Charles stated simply.

I raised an eyebrow, "You have got to be kidding me right? C'mon Charles, your seriously saying that if he takes off his shades, then he could bring this baby down?" I pat the chair of the second pilot of the helicopter.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Charles stated.

I nodded my head, "Fine then. So, if all these people here are mutants, who I'm guessing that they are, then what are you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, Charles looked at Aurora, who nodded her head in agreement.

I waited a few seconds.

Charles is the first to speak. "I'm a mind reader and like Jean, I have the ability to read into people's thoughts. But, Jean has the ability to move with her mind."

"So in other words, like telekinesis."

"Yes. Exactly." Charles said and smiled.

Aurora looked over at Charles. "Charles, we're here."

"Good." Charles said, he smiled and beckoned me to the window. I looked out the window shield and gaped in awe. There on the ground on private property was the hugest mansion that I've ever seen.

And that's how I ended up going to Charles Xavier's Institute for special kids, with gifts/talents.

Not my usual crowd, but bub, you gotta know...I don't do well with kids.

Oh well, Charles didn't listen to me on that one at all.