Lesser Of Two Evils
Summary: Movieverse. In a dark future world where the Mutant Registration
act has been passed, people will do anything to survive. (Storm,
A/N: The title doesn't really fit, but I have a twisted sense of logic, so
let's say it does. Well, you know how you get an idea that just refuses to
go away until you write it? .well that's exactly what this is. If people
really hate it, I'll take it down.
Logan walked from the hotel bar with a deep scowl on his rugged
features. He was living in Washington, secretly selling fake Ids to those
mutants wanting to leave the country.for a price, of course. That was how
it was now, everything had a price. He had just finished a deal with the
shape-shifter Mystique, getting her passage to Europe, where mutants
weren't so despised. He hadn't enjoyed helping the blue-skinned woman, but
teams such as the X-Men and Brotherhood had disbanded a few years ago, and
one couldn't afford to be prejudice.
He made his way up to the hotel room he had been using as a base of
operations for the last few weeks. The halls of the old, rundown hotel were
quiet, and smelled musty. The carpet was torn and the walls were water-
stained and moldy. Many of the light bulbs had burned out a long time ago,
leaving the few remaining bulbs to cast a dim lighting on the grimy
interior. He pulled out his room key and slid the card into the slot on the
door. As soon as he entered, he knew someone was in the room with him. He
tensed, popping out his claws. A soft gasp revealed the other occupant of
the room to him. She was tall, with long white hair and cat-like blue eyes.
She wore a long, black cloak with a form-fitting body suit underneath.
"Ororo?" he asked in shock. He had thought her dead along with the
rest of the X-Men when Xavier's School had been bombed. He wondered what
it must be like for her, being constantly hunted and attacked. From what he
had guessed about the woman from his short stays at Xavier's, she had lived
her entire life at the school, and had never known the harsh world outside
of its walls. He moved over to her, retracting his claws.
"Are you ok, Ro?" he asked.
"Yes. I am fine, Logan." She said. He didn't believe her one bit, but
decided to play along for now.
"How have you been?" he asked, guiding her to sit on the bed.
"Well..." she shivered. "I have been fine, Logan, and yourself?"
He shrugged. "I'm doin' ok. What do ya think about all this Mutant
Registration stuff? Had any major problems?" He was fishing now, and he
"It's, it's," she bit her lip, and seemed to be searching for the
right words. Finally, she turned to him, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Oh.....Logan...it's horrible! I saw all of my friends die.and mean
men are out to get us.I'm scared."
He hugged her tightly, feeling a desperate want to help this poor,
lonely woman. He was about to ask her to stay with him when the door was
knocked violently open. He realized that he had forgotten to lock it. He
jumped to his feet, pushing Ororo behind him and popping out his claws. In
the doorway stood a man he had not seen for a long time.
"Sabertooth." He growled, taking up a defensive posture.
"Wolverine." The large man's growl was just as apparent.
"What do ya want?" demanded Logan.
"My business ain't with you, it's with her." He pointed one clawed
hand at Ororo.
Logan felt a rush of anger boil up inside of him, but before he could
say anything, Ororo stepped out from behind him, a perfectly calm
expression on her face.
"Ororo!" exclaimed Logan, trying to push her back.
She brushed off his hands and faced Sabertooth. "Do you have the
money, Vic?" she asked coolly.
"That depends, Ro, do you have the papers?"
"I might." She tilted her head to one side, eyes sparkling, "Give me
the money and you'll find out."
Sabertooth sneered at her. "You really don't expect me to fall for
that, do you, Goddess?"
"No, but I think you need the papers more than I need the money."
"What the hell is going on?" demanded Logan, "What papers?"
"Why, the ones she stole from your room, of course." Smiled
Sabertooth, "Or did he walk in on you before you could get them?"
"I have them." She smiled, "But I want my money first."
Sabertooth moved with the grace of a cat, roughly grabbing her by the
throat. "Fine." He snarled, "I'll give you the money, and if you don't give
me the papers, than I kill you."
"And how do I know that you won't kill me anyway?"
He grinned wickedly. "You don't."
She held out her open palm. "Give me the money."
He reached into his coat with a free hand and pulled out a stack of
bills. He dropped them into her hand.
"Now, the papers." He hissed.
"Of course." there was a sudden flash of red, and then something
impacted with Sabertooth's back, exploding on impact. Sabertooth fell back,
releasing his hold on Storm. With a lightning fast movement, she leapt away
from him and was out the open window within seconds. Another object flew at
Logan, and he saw that it was a playing card, just before he blacked out.