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Weapon-X: Cougar
By Gambit


Chapter Three


The really cool part about having the room he did was the
balcony. From the balcony, one could climb to the roof, and that
was just the spot where he was and wanted to be. He could feel
the wind blowing through his hair and on his face. He felt free
his room felt more like a cage. He knew that it wasn't, but that
was the way the boy felt.

So he sat cross legged on the roof, looking out over the trees.

Mason looked down at part of the wardrobe that he and Rogue had
picked out. He was wearing a sleeveless denim button-up shirt
that was dark blue and a pair of black Levi jeans not to mention
his new black boots. He had told the girl that he didn't need the
boots, but she insisted. She also wouldn't let him spend his own
money.

The boy glanced at the Timex he was wearing, also Rogue's idea,
and winced. It was about thirty minutes until it was time to go
to dinner. If it was just Rogue, he wouldn't mind. In fact, the
thought of having dinner with the girl was a pretty damn pleasant
one.

No, it was the fact that the rest of the school would be there.
Mason didn't know why, but he hated being around a bunch of
people. It made him feel crowded and set his senses on fire. Like
today at the mall, his sensitive hearing was picking up all sorts
of things and the smell . . . God, the smell made his nose almost
burn. But he made it, with the help of Rogue. If she wasn't
there, he would have walked out in the first two minutes that he
was there.

With the help of Rogue, he walked out with seven sets of
clothes.

Mason let out an explosive sigh. It was almost dinnertime and
Rogue made him promise that he would wear one of those sets of
clothes to dinner. Maybe I could skip it and say I was sick . . .
Nah, she would never go for it, she's probably already heard
about my healing factor, he thought, still gazing out over the
trees.

That's when he heard a knock at the door. He gave an automatic
growl at the person that destroyed his peaceful bubble. He hopped
off the roof and onto the balcony with negligent ease. His nose
twitched slightly at the direction of the door. "C'mon in,
Logan," he called out, resting his forearms on the balcony's
railing.

Logan opened the door and walked in and over to where Mason was
standing. He pulled out a pack of small cigars and offered one to
the boy and watched Mason's eyes light up at the thought of
nicotine. "Thought ya smoked. Smelled it on ya when they brought
you in."

Mason just nodded in agreement as Logan gave him a light. "Damn
stores wouldn't sale them to me today." Mason replied, taking in
a deep breath of smoke. "Is this a social call, or . . ." He let
the sentence trail.

Logan chewed on the end of his cigar, thinking of how to put what
he had to say into the right words. "Little bit of both," he
replied.

"Just spit it out."

"Got yer lab results back on that blood Red took from ya." Logan
said, taking a drag of smoke. He watched the kid do it as well.
If it wasn't for the healing factor, Logan wouldn't have offered
him one.

Mason leveled a direct stare at Wolverine. "Quit beating around
the bush, Logan, and spit it the fuck out." He could tell though,
that Logan wasn't the least bit intimidated by him.

"Yer Pa's name is Victor Creed. Some call him Sabertooth, though.
He ain't a very nice man. And he's killed more than a fair share
of innocent people. And me and him has gone a round or two." He
got that out and watched how Mason's eyes shadowed over.

Mason nodded at this, it disturbed him greatly, but he didn't
know what to do about it. "Anything else?"

"Yer healing factor and heightened senses ain't the only
mutations you got. Ya had some put in you by the same people that
put that there metal in yer bones," Logan replied in a blunt and
gravelly tone.

Mason gave him a blank look.

"Them bastards gave you more than adamantium," Logan explained.
Then he wondered just why in the hell did he volunteer to tell
the kid this shit. He watched as Mason's eyes grew as cold as ice
chips.

"What'd they give me?" he growled out. 

Logan reached into his pocket, pulled out a quarter and handed it
to Mason. "They gave you the ability to charge inanimate objects
and have'em explode on impact. Least, that's what Red told me."

Before Mason took the quarter, he had one more question. "How's
the search for the Ring leaders for H.O.H. goin'?"

"Chuck ain't found'em yet. But he will. That man has got a hell
of a lot of contacts." He watched as Mason took the quarter, his
teeth firmly clamped down on the end of his cigar. 

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Well, from the way Red explained it, yer just supposed to
imagine your energy is goin' into the object. She said you'd know
when it worked," he replied, watching Mason closely. The boy was
hiding his emotions like a pro visually, anyway. Logan could tell
his scent was way off, though. Cougar was pissed.

Mason's thoughts were in a whirlwind that would have made a
hurricane happy. This is just fuckin' great. Another reason for
people to fear me, he thought to himself. If I ever find those
sons of bitches . . . He let the thought trail as he looked at
the quarter. 

Despite his intense hatred for the H.O.H., Mason was a little
more than curious. Ok, just imagine you're energy going into the
quarter.

Logan watched with fascination as the quarter that he gave the
kid started to glow a bright red. Mason's face was a pure study
of concentration. Then, without hint or preview, Mason threw the
quarter over the rail so that it landed on the ground. He and
Logan both knew there was no one there, that's why he did it. It
sounded like a damn piece of dynamite going off when it landed.

Logan and Mason both looked over the railing. Out on the school
ground, there was a hole about three feet wide and a foot deep.
Mason let out a slow whistle. Now that is one hell of a mutation.
"I think I'm gonna take this ability and shove it down H.O.H's
fuckin' throat," he stated with an evil glint in his eyes. Yeah.

Logan had a thoughtful look in his eyes... But the thought was
interrupted.

<'Logan? What was that?'> The voice of Jean echoed through his
mind.

<'Just Cougar tryin' somethin' out. Don't worry about it,
Darlin.'>

<'Well, would you please tell him to stop. We have controlled
areas for that,'> Jean replied with a bit of a smile in her
voice.

Logan turned towards Mason with a smirk on his face. "Red said
don't be blowin' things up in uncontrolled areas," He then gave
Mason a once over. "I see Rogue got a hold of ya."

Mason scowled at the older man. "Yeah, 'bout three hours of
shoppin' hell. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love hanging out
with her . . . But that place has a lot of people and ah, hell,
forget about it."

"You feel like yer in a cage when that many people are around,"
Wolverine replied to the boy. "Was that the reason ya were on the
roof?" Wolverine saw the surprise on the boy's face for him
understanding. "Wanna know what I do when it gets too crowded?"
he asked with that same gravelly voice.

Mason just gave him a nod. 

"Go fer a walk. Maybe camp, out in them woods." He used his arms
to indicate the forest before them. "It helps, fer a little bit."


He and Mason just stood in a comfortable silence after that,
until Logan broke it. "'Heard them girls talkin' about finally
gettin' to meet the boy Rogue's been out with."

Mason just bowed his head and let out an explosive sigh. "Don't
suppose there's anyway to get out of goin' to dinner, is there?"

Wolverine gave a dry chuckle. "Nope. Yer on yer own with this,
Cougar. Marie would have yer head on a platter if you didn't show
up with yer new duds on."

Mason shook his head. There could be worse things. No, I know
there are worse things. "You wouldn't happen to have a couple
more of these on ya, would ya?" he asked, indicating the cigar he
was holding.

Logan pulled out a brand-new pack. "Yer lucky I went ta town
today, boy." 

Mason smirked. "Whatever you say Old Man." 

"Old, huh? Better watch what ya say boy, or else we'll see if one
of yer mutations ain't flyin'. If it ain't, I imagine that'd hurt
pretty bad." Logan replied, looking over the rail at the height
they were at, then walked back into the room and out the door.

Mason took another puff off his cigar and threw the rest off the
balcony. Guess it's time to meet the mob. Although, secretly, he
was looking forward to meeting Rogue again.

With that thought in mind, he went back into the room and grabbed
his new black duster, sticking his cigars in his pocket. He had
one thought on his mind. Let's get this over with.

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

"Spill it, Rogue. Every time someone brings him up you blush real
cute like. So spill it!" Jubilee was grilling her friend. "Is he
cute?"

"Ya'll find out inna minute. He told me that he'd come down fer
dinner. I wanted to see him in new clothes." Rogue replied,
seeing some of them frown at her reluctance to gossip. It was the
same way whenever a new boy came to the school. They all tried to
gather as much information as possible.

They hadn't gossiped this much since a thief named Gambit showed
up on the school's doorstep. The Cajun sure had a way with the
ladies, though. He went through about one a week. He was a
charmer, which was for certain. He didn't get anywhere with
Rogue, though and he tried for two weeks; did not even care about
the whole skin thing.

All of the sudden, the usually very talkative Jubilee shut up.
She even stopped chewing her gum as she looked over Rogue's
shoulder. Betcha she's looking at Mason, she thought, and was
more than a little startled to find a twinge of jealousy in the
thought.

Rogue looked over her shoulder, and sure enough, there stood
Mason in all of his glory. His wild, feral green eyes looked like
they were scanning the room for any potential threat before he
even considered crossing completely through the entrance. 

Rogue was very considerate of Mason when she picked her table.
She knew, just from being with him a few hours, that he would
hate being in the middle of a room full of people. So she picked
a table that was close to the back wall, where he could keep an
eye on the rest of the students.

She didn't know what to do with the new feelings that she had for
this boy. She was so sure that she was in love with Logan, but
after only a few hours with Mason, she began to wonder if it
really was a teenage infatuation. She was very confused.

"Oh my God, Rogue! He's a hottie!" Jubilee squealed. "Does my
hair look ok?" The Asian girl with blue eyes asked, tweaking her
friend a little. She had seen the look on Rogue's face when Mason
walked in. She's in major crushdome. 

Rogue kicked her in the shin for her troubles.

Mason scanned the room, looking for a possible threat. Oh, how he
really hated crowds. He spotted Rogue sitting at a table that was
close to the wall. Well, at least she chose a good seat, he
thought, running a hand through his errant hair. 

Mason walked over to where they were serving the food. He thought
to himself how amazingly good it smelled. . Hamburgers and
French-fries. Gotta love private school, he thought with
amusement. Then he wondered when the last time he ate was and
couldn't remember. Boy, people are considerate today. Letting me
go right to the front of the line. 

Rogue was watching with amusement very apparent in her eyes.
Mason didn't say a damn thing when he approached the food-line,
and yet they parted like the Red Sea when they saw him. He and
Logan both just gave out that "Do-You-Really-Wanna-Die-Young?"
vibe. They were the only ones Rogue had ever seen pull it off
without blatantly threatening people. All they had to do was
breathe.

After he got his food, he started heading over to where Rogue was
sitting. She was sitting with two girls. One of them was an
Asian-American girl with startling blue eyes and the other one
brown hair, and . . . Yep, solid green eyes. No whites at all.

"'Mind if I sit down?" he asked, his tone was gruff, but he
guessed that Rogue filled them in on the fact that this was how
he usually was, with everyone.

"Rude much?" The Asian-American girl asked with a twinkle in her
eye. She was just going to see if she could get a response out of
him, it was all playful.

The only response that she got from him was a level stare, as he
took a bite out of his burger. A person could get used to eating
like this, he thought, still staring at the girl that was staring
right back at him with mischief in her eyes.

"Are you staring at me because of my undeniable beauty, or is
there something growing out of me that there shouldn't be?"
Jubilee asked, taking on an air of mock sophistication. 

"Actually I was wondering why you'd be wearing that God awful
yellow rain coat when it's at least 80 in here," he replied with
only a twitch of a smile. The truth was, he was already starting
to like the girl.

Oh mah god. He don't know what he just got himself inta, Rogue
thought, covering a smile with her gloved hand. "Hey Jubilee,
wasn't that a great game we watched on TV last night?" she then
asked, trying to cut off what she knew was coming.

It didn't work.

"Do you have something against my jacket, Mr. Blonde and
Mysterious? I think the only reason you have good fashion sense
at the moment is that my friend Rogue forced it on ya."

She got a growl for that remark.

"And I also think you act too much like Wolvie!" She stated this
as if it were a revelation.

"Who?" he asked, almost choking on his burger.

"Logan, the Wolvie, AKA Wolverine." She had a wicked smile on her
face; like she knew just speaking those words were a sin.

"I betcha he just loves that name," Mason replied with such
subtle sarcasm that it was hardly detectable. 

Mason sat and listened to the girls talk for a while longer and
pretty soon Rogue decided that it was time to leave the lunch
area. She looked at Mason and asked, "Ya wanna go walkin' the
school grounds with a real life southern gal?" There was
flirtation in her voice. Rogue didn't like being overly
flirtatious in front of people, especially Jubilee, but Mason
just seemed to draw it out of her.

"That's the best offer I've had all day." They were both starting
to walk to where they put up their trays when it happened. It was
all a complete accident, but turned into much more.

A boy accidentally bumped into Rogue and jumped back five feet,
like Rogue was pure poison. "You didn't touch me did you?!" He
asked, almost frantically.

Mason saw the tears well up in Rogue's eyes. That's when it
happened. He snapped. With one fluid motion he reached over and
picked up the boy by his throat about two feet and slammed him
into the ground as hard his he could.

Cougar was going to say something to the boy, but the boy was
unconscious. He debated the idea of beating him while he was
unconscious and decided against it. So instead, he let out a
growl that would have made a real cougar happy. It was at that
moment that he felt Rogue gently laid her hand on his shoulder,
and just like that... Most of the tension seemed to go right out
of his body, for the moment at least.

Mason stood up and threw his arm around Marie's shoulders and
spoke simple words. "Let's go for that walk, Darlin'." That was
all he said.


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