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Weapon-X: Cougar
By Gambit


Chapter Two


I'm losin' my damn fool mind, that's what I'm doin', Mason
thought as he walked beside, and slightly behind, the man known
as Logan. He thought the guy was nice enough, but he still didn't
trust him completely. He wasn't the type that people trusted
quickly. In his views, trust was something to be earned, not
given.

Jean had given him a navy blue sweatshirt, which he accepted
because he had no clue where his shirt went. She had also given
him a new pair of sweatpants, and he had to where the damn things
because his pants were packed with blood. Jean seemed like a nice
lady, but that still didn't explain why he didn't ask where the
front door was as soon he was out of the lab. The lab . . . God,
was he glad to be out of that place.

He was getting more confused by the minute. When he walked out of
the lab, it looked like he was in a military bunker. But when
they stepped out of the elevator that Logan had led him to . . .
"What the hell is this place?" he asked without thinking.

Logan smirked at the boy, remembering the first time he had been
here. "It's a school, kid. Fer mutants," The boy just arched an
eyebrow at him. "Relax, kid. Yer safe here." At least Chuck's not
in his head like he was mine, Logan thought with amusement.

"Name's Mason. Use it." Mason was suddenly very aware of how much
he hated being called kid.

Logan grunted and grinned inwardly as they walked. If truths were
told, he was beginning to like the kid even if he did try to stab
Jean. The kid had guts. Not many people stood up to him like
that. Logan liked that. He knew that Mason wasn't the type to
take shit off anyone, and he definitely liked that. Too many
people at the mansion walked on eggshells around him, not that he
hated that. In fact, it amused him a lot. However, it was nice to
have someone talk to him without them being nervous that he was
about to rip off their head and piss and their throat.

He watched Mason move out of the corner of his eyes. The kid
moved with very light and quiet steps. His head was held high and
there was no fear in his eyes. Logan could tell that he was more
confused and curious than scared at the moment, anyway.

The kid's tags were an anomaly to Logan. Where his said
Wolverine, the kid's said Cougar. And had a serial number under
the name, just like his. The tags were piquing his curiosity
something fearsome, but he held his questions. He would get the
answers he wanted when the kid was more relaxed. 

<'Logan?> The Professor's voice echoed in his head, making him
stop in his tracks and growl. He hated people in his head. Mason
stopped as well.

<'Yeah?> he sent back in an impatient tone. 

<'Are you on your way to my office with our visitor? Jean told me
what happened,'> Xavier replied with a calm voice. He was quite
used to Logan's temperament.

<'We're ten feet from your damn door, so get outta my head.'> 

<'Then I will expect you soon,'> he replied once more, sounding
amused, and finally leaving Logan's mind. The amusement that he
heard in Xavier's voice led him to believe that the man sometimes
just used telepathy to annoy him.

Mason watched all this with stoic features. Then watched as Logan
motioned him to walk again. "What was that about?" he asked in a
gravelly voice. It sounded quite odd coming from someone so
young. His sensitive hearing picked up Logan's mutter. "Damn
telepaths." Mason just nodded, not replying. They better stay the
hell out of my head, he thought with a scowl of his own.

Mason kept walking several feet until Logan stopped in front of a
large brown door. A wave of nervousness swept over Mason and he
didn't know why. Then Logan looked at him, giving a twitch of a
smile. Feeling the nervousness in his stomach subside a little,
he felt better. Strange.

"Chuck ain't gonna bite ya, k  Mason." Logan just barely caught
himself from calling the boy "kid". And the little son of a bitch
is smirking at me, he then thought, a growl resonating from his
chest.

"Please come in." They both heard the voice from the other side
of the door.

Mason looked at Logan with a small glint in his eye. "First day
here and it feels like I'm bein' sent to the principal's
office."

"Ya'are . . . In a way," Logan commented, amused. He had to let a
full-fledged grin spread across his face when he opened the door
because of the mutter Mason gave. 

"Let him try and pull out a paddle."

Mason walked into the office and his first thought was simple.
For a principal, the fucker sure seems rich. The office was very
plush with a large leather couch and a very big oak desk, at
which the man known as Chuck sat behind. There was also a table
with a chessboard set up on it near the corner.

Mason looked at the bald man that was sitting behind the desk.
Once again, he wondered why he was bothering to see this man. Why
doesn't he just leave? Then a thought came unbidden. And go
where?

Truth was that he couldn't remember anything but the fight in the
forest. Well, he could remember his name. That was all. Nothing
else. I don't even remember where the hell I came from.

"Hello, young man. My name is Charles Xavier and I'm very sure
that you have a lot of questions. I'll try to answer what I can.
Please, have a seat," Charles Xavior said, waving to the two
chairs in front of the rather large desk.

Xavier was a little perplexed. Normally, he could sense another
person with his mind, easily in fact. However, as far as his
telepathic abilities were concerned, this young man didn't even
exist. There wasn't a trace of anything. The only reason he knew
the young man was there was for the fact that he saw him with his
own two eyes.

Mason took a seat, as did Logan, but he sat off to the far
corner. Xavier began to speak again. "Would you mind telling me
your name?"

He stared at the man for a hard second before he spoke. He was
trying to get a read on the man. This 'Charles Xavior' was
obviously the one in charge. All of his senses told him the man
held no ill intent towards him, but he had question he wanted an
answer to before the Professor gave him a *quiz*.

"Where am I?" His voice was gruff. Mason really intended to sound
more polite, but, because of his confusion, the Animal Within was
starting to stir. Not enough to get out of hand, but just enough
to put him on edge, not to mention on guard.

Xavier looked over at Logan, who was obviously smirking and
remembering his first visit with him. "You are at my School. It
is called Charles Xavior's School for the Gifted. However, the
children affectionately call it Mutant High." Charles gave off an
affectionate look at the mention of the children.

Mason didn't miss it. His senses already told him that this man
was good in his heart and cared about his students. He gave a
little, short nod at the answer. Then arched an eyebrow, as if
telling him to go on.

Xavior gave a sigh. And I thought Logan had the tough act down,
he thought humorously. "It is also a place that takes in children
that have no where to go because of their mutant abilities." He
paused, clearing his throat. "Now, if you do not mind, would you
please tell me your name?"

The green-eyed boy thought it over for less than two seconds
before he came to a decision. "Mason Creed." After he got out his
name, Mason watched with a very high level of apprehension and
curiosity as Xavior's brow creased and his lips formed a frown,
but it was gone within a second.

Out of the corner of his eye, he also saw Logan go deathly still.
His face masked in not one emotion, but his eyes were hard. As if
he were thinking about something (or someone) that he didn't like
very much or down right hated.

Mason was at a loss. Had he done something to them and not
remembered it? He knew that it was entirely possible. Hell, for
all he knew, he could have killed one of Chuck's students and not
even remember it. Now that got to him. Both of the men in the
room could be potential enemies wanting revenge. Chuck's silence
and Logan's sudden stillness made the Animal Within want to
stretch its claws.

Mason's knuckles started to itch, his claws wanting to pop out by
instinct alone. The muscles in his body were tensing because of
the tension in the room. "Problem, Chuck?" he asked with a
carefully controlled voice and a level stare.

"Nothing, it could just be a coincidence," he stated, looking at
the tense boy in front of him. He looked, for the entire world,
like he was ready to spring into a fight at any moment. "At any
rate, I know you do not know us very well, but I would like to
ask you a rather large favor."

Coincidence? What the hell is he talking about? Mason thought as
he gave Xavier a blank look.

Xavier took the silence as permission to ask. He didn't even know
if it would work since he could not even sense him when he
entered the compound, let alone his office. "I would like to
enter your mind to make sure of something," Charles saw the glint
of violence form in Mason's green eyes and rushed ahead. "I
assure you, I mean you no harm whatsoever. I think you know
that."

Mason's nose twitched slightly. He couldn't smell or hear any ill
intent, and his instincts didn't prickle at the question. Even
though he couldn't remember anything about himself, he somehow
knew that he could trust those instincts.

He glanced at Logan, but there was no help there. It was as if
Logan was awaiting Chuck's findings. Mason would never know why
he did what he did next, but he did it. The boy gave his nod of
consent. Losin' my damn fool mind, his thoughts repeated for the
second time that day.

Xavier gave a sigh of relief as he wheeled his electric
wheelchair around his desk and towards Mason. Mason flinched back
instinctively when Xavier tried to reach out and touch his head.
However, he also conceded quickly and let the bald man do as he
pleased.

The Professor was more than pleased that he could delve into the
boy's memories, what there was of them. All the boy could
remember was the forest outside the school. He was running from a
mutant. One that looked a lot like Victor Creed, but his fur was
a deep shade of black. There was a fight, the boy got in an
amazing amount of hits, but in the end, he lost. The rest was his
memory the blackness of sleep (or near death) cascading over him
from loss of blood. That and the nightmares; nightmares that were
very similar to Logan's.

He also found the boy was terribly afraid of what he called "The
Animal Within". Like Logan, he almost considered it a sentient
being that dwelled within him. Mason also thought on a
subconscious level that he shouldn't be around people because of
his mutation. Hmm. The Professor sat back with a half relieved
and half-sad sigh. Relieved because Mason, as far as the boy
knew, had nothing to do with Victor Creed. Sad, because of the
way the boy thought of himself.

Logan's body relaxed as he saw the relieved look in Chuck's eyes.
He was pretty sure the boy didn't have any agenda against the
X-Men. His instincts would have told him otherwise. However, it
was nice to get confirmation from a telepath. Logan really did
like the kid. Although, he couldn't even tell you why. Maybe it
was just because Mason reminded him of himself, a little. That
was a scary thought.

Mason could feel the tension in the room go down to almost
nonexistent, but his didn't. This is the part where he kicks me
out. You don't put a wolf in a flock of sheep, he thought
bitterly. The thought confused him. Why the hell should I care? I
don't even know these people. "So?" he asked with impassive
facial features, like whatever the Professor said next wouldn't
bother him one bit.

Xavier stared at Logan for a moment. Logan's eyes lost focus as
if he were having a conversation with someone telepathic, then he
nodded. The professor gave Logan a brief smile then turned his
attention towards the boy again. Professor Xavier was not a
stupid man. He knew that Mason had the potential to be a very
dangerous individual. However, he also knew the boy needed help.

Mason awaited the worst.

"I have a proposition for you, Mason," the Professor stated,
wheeling back to the other side of his desk. Mason gave him a
look that told him to go on. "I want you to stay at the school.
We could help you in many ways."

Mason looked shocked for all but a second. "I'm not a charity
case," he growled out, preparing to stand and leave.

"Mason," the Professor started, before the boy could turn to
leave. "It would not be charity. If you would like, I'm sure
there are many things we could come up with for a young man such
as yourself to do to help out."

Pausing, Mason looked at the Professor, seeming almost
interested. The fact was that it was all an act. He really wanted
to stay, but his pride would not let him be a charity case. "Like
what?" This was asked neutrally.

"Anything from helping Logan with his self-defense class," Logan
just grunted his assent to this. "Or helping out in the kitchen.
The choice is yours. However, you will be required to attend at
least four classes a day." The professor cut his class schedule
in half because he knew that the boy very much disliked being
around people, and until he got the animal under control . . . 

"Why are you doing this?" Mason asked, curiosity marring his
gruff voice.

"It is what we do, and we will also try to help you control what
you call 'The Animal Within,'" the Professor responded in a kind
voice. He did not miss the flash of hope that was in the boy's
eyes, but it died quickly. He hides his emotions far too much for
one so young. 

Mason stood stalk still for close to a thirty seconds, thinking.
Could they help? Maybe. Maybe not. But I guess I ain't gonna find
out unless I give'em a shot. With those thoughts, he made up his
mind. "Alright, I'll stay. But if I don't like it, I'm gone." The
words were tough, but his voice was a tad softer than usual. That
was the only way the young man really knew how to show he was
grateful.

The Professor nodded and looked at Logan. Logan nodded back with
a scowl. He really did hate people in his head. "C'mon, Cougar.
Let's get ya to yer room."

"Why'd ya call me that?" 

"'Cause I hate the name Mason, and I sure as hell ain't gonna
call ya Creed," Logan growled out the name 'Creed' with an edge
that could cut like a razor. Then his eyes twinkled a bit. "Would
you rather I call you 'Kid'?" Mason blatantly flipped him off,
which caused a wicked grin to appear on Logan's face.

What Professor Xavier did not tell the young man was that he was
putting him in the teachers' wing of the school. He was fully
intending to have Logan spend as much time with the boy as
possible. If anyone understood the Animal Within, it was
Wolverine. What had surprised the Professor, though, was how
quickly Logan had agreed to work with him. Generally, Wolverine
hated working with anyone that age; save Rogue.

He also knew that if the boy were anything like Logan, he would
be up all hours through the night especially with those
nightmares. The Professor really did hope that everything would
work out for Mason. He also had a secret hope that the boy would
be a calming influence on Logan. The man just had bad manners. 

 ***************************

"This is it, Cougar. Yer room as long as ya kin put up with the
rest of the lot," Logan said with a dry chuckle, thinking about
what 'the rest of the lot' would think about the young Cougar
here. Truthfully, Logan could fully understand why Chuck put him
in the Teachers' Wing. He knew for a fact that the boy didn't
have the temperament to put up with most teenage mentality.

"The Professor told me to tell ya that he's sorry that it's a bit
bare. But Marie and Jubes will be here to fix that real quick
like, as soon as they finish their classes," Logan added as he
walked further into the room. "But that won't be fer a few
hours."

A bit bare?! Mason thought wildly as he walked around the room.
He checked out everything in the room. It had a queen-sized bed,
its own bathroom and a nightstand beside the bed. Not to mention
the bookshelf on the far wall. Although, it had no books in it.
He didn't care what Chuck said; it was still far more than
adequate for him. Hell on a crutch, that guy must be loaded. 

He watched as Logan walked over to the bed and sat down on it;
absentmindedly rubbing a space between his first and second
knuckle. Mason knew the feeling; he felt like doing it in Chuck's
office. 

Just then, what Logan said hit him. Someone was coming to fix the
problem of this place being bare. However, before he could say
anything, Logan opened his mouth and spoke again and what he said
made Mason's blood run cold.

"Ya know, I cain't remember a damn thing about my past either,"
he started, still rubbing his knuckles. Damn it! I ain't used to
this talkin' shit. At least not with anybody but Marie. "I've
been searchin' fer my past fer fifteen long damn years." He
looked Mason directly in the eyes. "Anythin' ya could tell me
about what ya remember might help a lot, Cougar."

Mason didn't object to the name Cougar. In fact, it was starting
to grow on him. There was a desk against the wall that had a
chair under it. Mason pulled out the chair and turned it around
so the back of it was in front of him and his arms were resting
on top of it. He hated talking about his dreams, but in truth,
that was all he remembered, save the forest and his name.

"The only things I remember are my nightmares and . . . Well,
it'd be safe to say that I don't like talkin' about'em." He
replied in a very quiet voice. It was almost subdued, all
gruffness gone.

Logan looked at him with a sad smile and got up to leave.

Mason spoke before he could, though. "But you gave me a chance in
that lab, so I owe ya. I pay my debts. Siddown." Mason's head was
bowed when he spoke, as if in deep thought. No one would believe
a fifteen-year-old looking kid would order the Wolverine like
that, but neither of them even noticed.

Logan did as he said and waited. He could tell it was painful for
the kid to talk about it. Hell, he knew that it was always
painful for him to talk about, or even think about, his
nightmares. He could imagine what it would be like for a
teenager. Even one as steely as the one in front of him.

Mason began to speak in such a quiet voice, that if Logan didn't
have sensitive hearing, he wouldn't have caught it all. "The pain
always starts out simple, nothing but a prick of a needle in yer
arm. But when whatever was in the needle hits you're blood
stream, you'd swear by God that it was nothing but liquid fire."

"The pain is so bad that you hardly feel the scalpels slicing
through your skin. But, oh, you do recognize it when they start
fuckin' with your bones. Grafting the metal with bone. That's an
odd feeling. Hot and cold at the same time . . . But always
painful. You go through this for months. Then you hear the
laughter. The congratulations. The scientists tappin' the glass
and sayin' you are the perfect weapon."

As Logan was listening, his hands were squeezed into fists,
knuckles stark white. He could feel the animal scream in blind
fury of what those bastards did to this kid. And he knew
everything the kid said was true. It was the same thing that
happened to him. 

Logan finally held up his hand to stop the kid from telling any
more details of the pain. He had to, or else he would have lost
it. He watched as Mason stopped and then he spoke. "Do you
remember a specific detail? One that could help me *track* the
fuckers."

Mason looked off into space for a full thirty seconds before he
spoke. "Most of them were just wearing lab coats. Some had on
guard uniforms. Hardly any of them had any identifying marks. But
one did. He was wearing a blue jacket; I could see it from the
water tank I was floating in. It had the letters H.O.H. stenciled
on the back of the jacket. Whatever that means."

He watched as Logan's eyes grew as hard as granite and a very
loud growl escaped him. "Oh yeah. I know what that means. Helpers
of Humanity. It's an off-shoot of another mutant hatin' group."
He got up and started pacing.

Mason watched as Logan visibly tried to control the rage within.
It took him five minutes to succeed, but he did it. "Listen,
Cougar. Rogue, that's Marie, and Jubes will be by pretty soon. I
gotta go talk to Chuck." With that, Logan walked out of the room
before Mason could say anything. Not that he was going to. He
wasn't exactly the talkative type. Or at least he was pretty sure
that he wasn't.

"That went over like tree sap in winter," He muttered to himself.
Then remembered what Logan said. He was going to have company.
"Shit." 

 *********************************


Mason lay on his bed and just stared at his ceiling for almost
two hours. Trying not to think of anything. His thoughts always
seemed to come, though, and with them, there were worries. He was
actually worried that whoever was coming wasn't going to like
him. For some reason, even though he didn't know his past, that
just didn't seem right. He seemed more like the type not give a
damn.

Mason looked down at the blue sweatshirt he was given and
automatically decided that he hated the damn thing. He got
curious and walked to the dresser that was in the room. He opened
up a drawer and discovered he was in luck. There were t-shirts.
He stripped the sweater off and grabbed a t-shirt, finding out
quickly that it was a medium. 

When he put it on, the damn thing was skintight. Damn. Well, at
least it's better than that damn sweater, he thought, glancing at
the mirror. The blasted shirt showed off every curve of muscle he
had and he didn't feel like showing off, especially at a school.

::: Knock. Knock.:::

Mason growled and said a few more curse words while he glanced at
the mirror for barely a second. His light blond hair was wild and
unkempt, and for the first time he really noticed how wild his
eyes looked. I really don't need some fuck nut visitors, he
thought with a scowl, jerking the door open only to have his
whole demeanor change. He was one to appreciate beauty after all.


 
 ********************


Oh mah god. He's more cut than mah Logan, Rogue thought as she
looked at the boy she found in the forest earlier that day. He
was half-dead then, but he looked very, very much alive now. She
was a little glad that she didn't bring Jubilee along with her.
Well, it really wasn't her choice; Jubilee said that she had to
be on fashion detail. Meaning one of her friends had a hot date
and she was giving advice on fashion.

Rogue noticed the tags that the boy was wearing over his very
tight t-shirt. They were almost like the ones that she was still
wearing around her neck. Then she noticed that she was looking at
more than the tags like the chest behind them.

She blushed, deep crimson, and in an attempt to regain some
composer, she stuck out her hand. "Mah name is Rogue. Pleased to
meet ya, sugah."

Mason looked at the girl who was blushing very prettily he
thought with an amused smile. He sniffed discreetly and smiled.
She used vanilla shampoo. He thought that the white streak
through her hair made her look all that more alluring. "Name's
Cougar." Was all he said though, opening the door wider, so as
Rogue could come in. If this girl wants to use code names, I can
go for that. 

Rogue walked into the room, regaining some of her confidence. His
eyes are just as wild as Logan's, she thought with a smile as she
looked around the room. "Tha Prafessa was right. This room here
is bare. Ya should be glad he sent me." She gave him the cutest
grin.

Mason would have rolled his eyes at someone else calling the room
bare, because he thought the room was perfect, but he didn't.
That was for one reason that cute smile the girl gave him. He
wanted to see her smile like that again.

"Look at what ah got," she explained, reaching into her back
pocket and pulling out a Master Card. "A charge card. Me'n you
are goin' shoppin'," she stated, waving the card before his
eyes.

Mason took a step back. A low growl escaped his lips just at the
thought of going to a public place. "I don't shop, Darlin'." He
stopped and blinked at the endearment he used. What the fuck am I
thinking?

He even thinks like Logan! She didn't know whether or not to be
scared or thrilled, but it was something to think about. "Well,
ya do now, sugah."

That's when the girl did something that Mason would never forget.
She grabbed his arm and dragged him out the door. He knew for a
fact that if anyone else had tried that, he would have likely
ripped their arm out of its socket. 

Mason was so shocked he let the girl with the white streak of
hair drag him out of his room. Aw hell. Maybe I can learn a
little more about this brown-eyed beauty if I go, he
rationalized. Mason didn't know why, but something just drew him
to this girl.


 *********************


"That's an ugly frown for someone so pretty."

The sound of Logan's voice made Jean almost jump out of her skin.
She was so engrossed with what the computer was reading out, her
telepathic abilities never picked up Logan walking into the room.
Jean looked at Logan, then back at the screen of the computer.
"You're never going to believe this . . ."

Logan's brow furrowed. He didn't know if he wanted to hear
anymore bad news today. The professor basically explained to him
that there was no telling how long Mason had been in captivity.
(Fancy word for lab rat, if you asked Logan.) However, he did
promise that he would have his contacts look into it. Logan
guessed that was all he could ask of the man. 

He still wanted to go hunt the bastards, though.

He also knew that he had to hear it. Just before he could say
anything, he heard Chuck's chair just outside the door. A moment
later, he saw the man come through the door. "You called me,
Jean?" the Professor asked in a pleasant voice.

"Yes Professor, I thought that you would like to take a look at
this yourself. They're the DNA statistics of Mason's blood," she
replied, still frowning. "And beside them are Victor Creed's."

"Oh my . . .," the Professor let out with a soft sigh.

"Yes. Mason Creed is indeed Victor Creed's son." 

Logan just growled. It wasn't from dislike of the boy, no, he
still liked the boy. It was for Sabertooth. It ain't right for a
boy to have a father like that.

"That's not all. Take a look at this, Professor." With a few key
strokes, Jean brought up a new screen. This is one of various DNA
sequences and there meanings. She looked at Logan and spoke in
Laymen terms. "He can charge inanimate objects and make them
explode on impact. I need more time to figure out the rest of the
sequences. I've never seen them before."

The Professor just shook his head, a little amazed. There were
not many mutants that were gifted with more than one ability. It
seemed that the boy had the ability to shield himself from being
discovered and a couple of others.

"Ya mean like the Cajun." Logan scowled, thinking of the boy
everyone called Remy. The boy charged playing cards and made them
explode. All the girls swooned over the boy, but he just flat out
got on Logan's nerves, kid or not.

"Yes, like Remy." She turned to look at the Professor then. "He
wasn't born with the ability to hide from Telepaths and be able
to charge inanimate objects, Professor. His only natural
mutations are his Healing Factor and Heightened Senses."

"It seems as if someone had plans for our young Mason Creed," the
Professor murmured softly.

Logan merely grunted. "I'll be the one to tell the boy. He might
not take it well." 


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