X-Men Page #13

JEAN:

Anything else I can get you?

LOGAN:

Some cigars. Case of beer.

JEAN:

Thereís no smoking or drinking on the

school grounds.

LOGAN:

I wonít light the cigars - how about

that?

JEAN:

Iíll see what I can do -- You should

get some sleep. Even with your

healing ability, youíre going to be

hurting for a while.

LOGAN:

What if I like the pain?

Jean doesnít know what to make of that. She is about to

leave, then pauses.

JEAN:

The Professor said you were a solider.

Actually, I believe he used the word

mercenary.

LOGAN:

Yeah? Well I donít like to talk about

my past.

JEAN:

Maybe, the Professor could help you

with that.

LOGAN:

By reading my thoughts?

JEAN:

If necessary.

LOGAN:

(smirks)

What if theyíre naughty?

Jean smiles politely at his knowing glance.

JEAN:

Get some shut-eye, slick.

She shuts the door.

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Jean hesitates at the door, thinking. Smiling. She

turns and only then does she realize Cyclops is standing

there.

She is startled.

JEAN:

Scott.. I -

CYCLOPS:

I donít like him being here.

JEAN:

What are you talking about?

CYCLOPS:

You saw what happened tonight. You

think Magneto wonít come after him

again. You think he wonít come here

if necessary. This is a school, for

Godís sake.

JEAN:

If Magneto is planning to use Logan

for some terrible purpose itís our

responsibility to do something.

Cyclops shakes his head.

JEAN (contíd)

Whatís wrong? Thereís something else

bothering you.

Cyclops gets closer to Jean. She puts her hand on his

chest.

CYCLOPS:

I have a bad feeling about this.

Jean leans in slowly and kisses Cyclops just beside his

mouth

JEAN:

You know I love you, Scott.

Cyclops pulls her close. The hold each other.

INT. LOGANíS ROOM - NIGHT

E.C.U. Loganís ear. His super-sensitive hearing has

picked up the whole conversation.

Logan looks over on the bed and sees a new sketchbook and

several pencils.

A small note is attached.

I hope you donít mind. I understand this

helps you relax.

- X

Logan shakes his head.

INT. XAVIERíS OFFICE - LATER - NIGHT

A white light board. Beastís blue furry hand slides a

long, full-body x-ray in place.

Beast is showing Loganís x-rays to Cyclops, Storm, Jean

and Xavier.

BEAST:

Adamantium. Until today I thought it

to be a myth. Impenetrable,

unbendable, resistant to the most

extreme heat, cold, indestructible.

Beast points to the x-ray.

BEAST (CONT'D)

Itís been grafted to his entire

skeleton.

XAVIER:

He also has accelerated healing

abilities - uncharted regenerative

capability, making his age impossible

to determine. He could very well be

older than I am.

STORM:

Is the Adamantium part of his

mutation?

XAVIER:

No. Someone put it there, relying on

his healing abilities to keep him

alive.

CYCLOPS:

What do you think Magneto wants with

him?

Xavier wheels himself to the window, starring out, deep

in thought.

XAVIER:

Iím not entirely sure itís ìhimî that

Magneto wants.

ANGLE ON:
X-ray of Loganís Adamantium skeleton.

INT. MANSION - NIGHT

Rogue. The waifish young thing who hides so well in the

shadows seems more comfortable to be moving through the

mansion at night.

She passes through the halls and rooms not making a sound

in her strangely-swathed body suit.

INT. LOGANíS ROOM - NIGHT

She creaks a door open slowly, letting a shaft of dim

light slice the darkness.

The light shines across a nightstand. Rogue stares down

at the notepad, a sketch it. It is of an animal, small

but fierce - a wolverine.

She walks in to a figure laying in the bed and stands

over him. Over Logan.

He lays under a single sheet, sweating, his eyes moving

quickly this way and that in R.E.M. His hands twitch.

Rogue leans closer.

PUSH IN ON LOGANíS EYES AS THEY MOVE UNDER THE LIDS.

FLASH - DREAM SEQUENCE

INT. MILITARY LAB - THE PAST - NIGHT

Like none we have ever seen thus far. In fact, judging

by most of the instruments here, we are looking at a

laboratory some fifty years old.

Logan looks down and we can see his body, naked, strapped

to a table.

A hand puts a mask over his mouth and -

BLACK:

He awakens -

STILL LOGANíS P.O.V.

He struggles weakly with restraints as doctors in lab

coats and thick, red rubber gloves stand over him taking

notes, paying very little attention to him at all.

On the other side of the room is a huge vat filled with

some kind of molten metal.

At the base of the vat is a giant electromagnet

generating a huge gyroscope which created enormous

friction energy - the apparent source of the intense heat

for melting the metal in the vat.

AGAIN THE MASK PUTS HIM UNDER AND:

BLACK:

Awake again, but this time sinking into water -

restrained completely now.

Logan looks down and gets only a glance of his body,

seeing that he is a series of incisions from head to toe -

literally split open - the flesh held back with hundreds

of clamps.

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