It was another quiet night. It seems as though the passing of Donovan Zane had quieten things further. The usual people were in their usual places, the girly asleep in her room and Wolverine lazily idling outside it, Professor Xavier lying peacefully in his coma alongside another coma victim and the Senator in his room discussing with his aides, the various things Senators need to discuss. It was an almost tranquil night except it soon wouldn’t be.
Wolverine sniffed the air and smelt something odd. Whatever it was it was coming closer. He unsheathed his claws and hides himself into the shadowy corner ready to spring a surprise on anyone who dares to come by. And lo and behold, a
massive figure strutted around the corners and headed straight for the door that Wolverine was protecting. Wolverine didn’t waste any time and jumped straight onto the figures back trying to bury his claws in as far as he could. The figure didn’t even say anything in surprise, pain or otherwise, he just reached out with his massive hand and grabbed Wolverine suspending him in the air by his head. Wolverine struggled but could not stop the mighty figure. Wolverine was thrown through the air and he slammed into the wall, he tried to pick himself up but the figure in front of him outstretched his arm and pinned wolverine to the wall by some unknown invisible force. Wolverine was helpless “What do you want” he yelled out. His mind burst into agony like a searing flame was being lit inside and a voice inside his head echoed around “I am not here for you yet, there are far more dangerous persons that need to be taken care of first.” Wolverine saw the figure glace at the door his was protecting “No, your fight is with me you sack of sh*t” he taunted but to little avail. The said door exploded an in the doorway stood
Jean Grey “I don’t know who you are but picked the wrong person to mess with” she said with her most menacing voice. Laughter only echoed around or perhaps it didn’t, maybe it was only in their mind but ether way, both wolverine and Jean Grey understood the laughter was coming from the massive figure and that there were words mixed in with the laughter “Your powers have not be released yet little Phoenix, sure they have been growing day by day and soon they will be too much for you to control but fear not, I will not let that pass as I will take your life.” Jean Gray opened her mind to her fullest and let forth a psionic blast so terrible that the walls and floor around here started to crumble. She reached forward with her mind and tried to obliterate the figure in front of her. The Figure just stood there oblivious to the carnage being created in front of him and in what seemed like slow-motion punched his arm right through Jean Grey’s chest. The psionic blast stopped and Jean coughed up blood her eyes darted around to Wolverine where they rested before turning cold. The figure withdrew his arm and let Jean drop to the floor and calmly walked away. Only once the figure was long gone did the hold on wolverine release. He ran to Jean’s body and cradled it in his arms and howled “I will kill you!” which chilled the blood of anyone in the building awake to hear it.
In the morning the Senator gathered everybody together. “So what do we know about the victim, it seems the only people who can tell is herself who is dead and the Professor who is in a coma.” Logan growled “I can vouch for her.” “Ahh yes” the Senator replied “I am not sure we the word of a blood thirsty mutant.” Logan unsheathed his claws which startled everyone there and caused the Senator to give an apprehensive look but he shugged it off and declared:
