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Chapter 3 - Ch 3

" C'mere." Logan grabs X-25 arm and leaves in a huff. He's going to get his drink and he knows just the place.

Xavier's mansion was essentially just a huge mansion repurposed into a boarding school. Of course along the way much mutant influence created a secure and beautiful piece of architecture. Beautiful paintings and supernatural pieces of art cover the hallways of the sprawling mansion. All sorts of individual specialties adorned each door.

But, whatever to that. Logan was heading to his room on the third floor. After tugging the deer- legged mutant the whole way they both arrived at Logan's room.

The room immediately smelled of cheap cigars and whiskey. The walls were covered in taped posters of no-named rock bands and all sorts of dressers with clawed gashes. Dawn peaked through the broken windows, asking the two that they needed sleep.

Screw that though.

Logan threw his leather jacket on the floor and tossed the kid onto the queen sized bed. And reached into the mini fridge beside it.

Jack Daniels, a colt 45 and a cheap cigar. Perfect.

It didn't take him long to start his vices. A couple shots in he noticed the bowl of cookies still in X-25s hands. How the hell?

" Wanna beer with those cookies ?" He offered, might as well. If he has the same regeneration he does it'll barely affect him anyway.

The kid looked confused, " What's a beer ?"

" Human excellence in liquid form, let me show you!"

He reaches into the mini fridge and considers what's a good beginning beer ? Hienkien is too strong and Bud light tastes like piss. Pabsts ? Sure, fuck it.

He opens the beer and hands it over, " So uh… I'm Logan… how was today ?"

The kid happily takes a couple sips and let's out a grin with each one.

" Day positive ! I've met a brother and sister of mine, they haven't woken up yet though. Also what are these?"

' Let's make those two Jack Daniels.'

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A/N story time

This is bad parenting in case y'all didn't know, but I ultimately found it funny. If some kid was dropped on my lap by mutant Malcolm X I'd need a fucking drink too lmao.

Side note, I've got a kid and he loves beer. Worst time dealing with a tantrum.

After work I usually have a drink and I dipped his pacifier in a Pabst. Cause I love seeing his face contort in disgust. He liked it too much and asked for more, I'm not THAT bad so I told him no fucking way. The mans was not happy, and I had to explain to mom why he was losing his shit. She was not happy.

Let's make it clear I'm not projecting my kid onto X-25. The story is just something I thought of while bored at work and I'm just going to write while I'm bored at work. After all, young protagonists are the best way to introduce a new setting and an easy way to dump backstory on the reader.

The dynamic will probably get boring at some point and a couple of chapters I'm going to time skip and that'll probably get the brain juices flowing !

Also because a matter of habit I use military time and might write dates weird (YYYYMMDD) it might work because Weapon X is essentially a military program for super soldiers. But we'll see.

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Theses three loud knocks on the door

" Ughhhh!" Logan stirs awake. He looks at the alarm clock on top of the mini fridge, 9:20.

' Great.'

There are three more knocks on the door, this time clearly more agitated.

" Give me a second!" He moved to get up but something on his chest was weighing him down. A quick look down would prove it to be X-25. The same kid who left cookie crumbs all over his bed. He takes a little bit of mental catch-up before he can fully wake up.

The knocks come once more. This time more like banging.

Angrily he gets up and heads to the door.

He throws the door open, " What the fuck do YOU want?"

Clearly remembering yesterday Cyclops makes it quick, " You've had a Advanced Control class at 0900, this unprofessionalism is unacceptable seeing as your-"

" Blah blah yea I got stuff today, clear my schedule."

" I'm not your secretary Logan, you should've done this yesterday."

Debating on whether or not he should antagonize the man he decides better. He already gave him a good punch and indirectly called him a soft-cocked cuck, " Yea, my bad. I got uh busy after our talk."

Cyclops takes a look over Logan's shoulder, open and empty bottles of whiskey are all over the floor. A student passed out on his bed and they must've had a fun time because a conference room bowl is on one of his lamps.

To be expected of Logan. Cyclops lets out a long sigh. Who the hell in their right mind would let this dude be in charge of a life?

" Okay! Okay, just be more responsible from now on. It's been this way for a while, but now especially, it's not just us relying on you. Breakfast ends at 1100, so make sure you both eat. And you probably know, but if you register him as a mutant it's probably easier to go through Mrs Cooper."

" Thanks. See ya!" Logan quickly shuts the door before Cyclops can nag him some more.

He stands there though. Things happened a bit quickly in the past day. He swore to Magneto to do his best and did a couple other things some might frown upon.

Logan still doesn't remember a lot of his life, there's flashes here and there but nothing super concrete. All he does solidly remember is what he's went through at the Weapon X program and onwards. Before he can go through light extrasentiallism, X-25 stirs awake. The boys curly afro just lets of black through the morning light and his red eyes lock onto Logan. The glowing property is less prominent now that it's bright.

Except he just sits there staring at Logan. He lets some time pass but gets impatient,

" What?"

" Subject X-25 reports."

" Look, right now you're a subject no one."

A quick look of confusion passes X-25's face but returns to passivity.

Well that's pretty fucky but there's been much worse mutants, " Let's get breakfast."

Logan opens the door and walks down the hallways but quickly notices X-25 did not follow. He pivots and walks back to his room, " Why the hell are you still there?"

"No follow command was given, see addendum ' Approved Facility Commands' for protocols."

How hard is it to eat a BMT ?

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