Disclaimer: I do not own anything but Aqua (aka Ling) she's mine, so don't
take her! Grr. ;)
This happens a little bit after the second movie. (WARNING: X2 spoilers!) Please R&R!
Logan had a sudden urge to go out.so here he was. He was standing outside a supermarket, letting the cool breeze whip through his hair. He had thought about her a lot, Jean. Logan's mind drifted back to that day.why had he told Scott, "She chose you"? And why, WHY did Jean have to die? Plus, One- eye's been in total depression ever since anyway.
Just then, his acute sense of smell picked up something that interrupted his thoughts. It was a strange smell. Logan knew he really shouldn't, but his curiosity got the best of him.
Logan jogged over to the woods. "The smell was coming from here." he murmured to himself. He walked deeper into the woods. He was getting a bad feeling about this.
Just then, a dark figure appeared in front of him. It was a girl dressed in what looked like a ripped black leather uniform, much like their X men uniforms, Logan couldn't help thinking. She was panting hard, her black hair hiding her face. When she finally looked up to the surprisingly patient Logan, he noted that her brown, Asian-like eyes were filled with pain.
She smiled weakly and said, "Hello Wolverine."
Logan stepped back in surprise. "Have we met?" He wondered. But then, he wouldn't be surprised if he knew her. There are still many holes in his past.
She looked up at him coolly. "No, I've never met you. But my former, um, master has mentioned you a lot. And after all, I did witness you murdering my best friend."
A cold chill went up his spine. He had? But this girl was a child. How-?
"Can't figure it out? I'll give you a hint. One: Some people think we look like twins. The only thing wrong with that is that she's older than I. Two: You've seen her very, very recently."
An image clicked in his head of a beautiful Japanese girl who had died a horrific death of having too much of what made her indestructible in her system. He had heard the sickening clunk of her body as it sank to the bottom of the water tank. It had made him sad to be the one to kill her, since she had been so much like him.
"You're her best friend?" Logan asked, suddenly getting suspicious. Was she going to try and avenge her friend's death? All of a sudden this girl didn't look too innocent to Logan. His steel claws came out immediately.
The girl shook her head. "No, I'm not going to avenge Deathstrike. In fact, if anything, I'd be thanking you."
"Thanking me?" Logan asked confused. Is she trying to mess with his mind? Confuse him? Well, it sure is working.
"Yes. You put her out of her misery. It's really too bad she didn't make it out while still living. . .but at least she'll see her family again. I was lucky, if you call my current state luck. You see," She looked straight into Logan's eyes, "we were slaves. Slaves to the mutant hater, William Stryker. We had no free will of our own, and every time that serum would fade, he'd immediately put more into our systems. I knew I could find you, because I saw your face during the fight. I came to you because. . .I need a favor."
When Logan heard the name William Stryker, a burning anger rose in his heart. He felt a soft spot for this stranger. First of all, she was no older than Rouge, second of all, she was a victim of cruel circumstances, and lastly, Logan felt that he owed her, since he was the slayer of possibly her only friend and comfort.
"What do you want, kid?" He asked instantly.
"I was wondering if you could take me to Xavier's school for mutants."
* * * "Let's start with the basics. My name is Professor Xavier. What's your name?"
"Can't you just read my mind?"
"Yes, but I prefer to hear it from your own point of view using your voice."
"Ok, my name is Ling Wong, and I used to 'work' for Stryker, until you killed him. After I saw Wolverine kill Deathstrike, I knew he must be one of the good guys trying to save you, Professor. And my serum wore off shortly after the fight. Since Stryker was in such a panic to leave, he forgot to give me more. But then I felt that the dam was starting to break. So I stood on top of it and held it back to give you guys a little more time. I saw the damned devil himself try and make a run for it, but since I was preoccupied holding up the dam, it was too bad I couldn't kill him myself. To make him pay. Finally, I couldn't hold up much longer, so I had to let go. I just hoped it gave you enough time to go. And I guess it did, since you're all obviously alive and well."
Scott Summers aka Cyclops had walked in right before the last sentence. His face screwed into a tight scowl and her phrasing that they were all alive and well. More of the opposite, really.
"What are your powers?" Cyclops asked.
"I can control and manipulate water." Ling replied, "People called my Aqua. Lame, I know, but I'm used to it."
"But how did you get associated with Stryker anyhow?" He questioned further. (What is this, a police interrogation?)
"I actually live in China, but I'm an amateur linguist, so I can speak several other languages, including English, very fluently. When I was about 13, I got to go on a Foreign Exchange Student program to Japan. There, my host family was Deathstrike's family. Originally, my best friend there was Deathstrike's little sister, Kari. Deathstrike was just the annoying older sister. But one day, I went shopping with Deathstrike. I didn't know I was a mutant at the time, but I think she knew. Anyway, Striker was about to get hit by a car, so we played the Good Samaritan. Deathstrike dove to save him, having to let her fingernails out to stop herself, with Stryker clinging to her, off the cliff. She had saved his life.
"But when Stryker realized that she was a mutant, he had his marines capture us on the spot. He ordered them to kill me. He didn't want any witnesses. But when the marines tried to put me there, I was under a lot of stress and fear. So I liquefied myself and slipped out of his grasp. But because it was my first time, I reformed immediately and shot out cold water from my fingers and stung the marine in the eye. From then on Stryker looked at me differently. He told me that he'd be 'merciful' and spare my life. Then he gave us the serum. It was one of the early serums, we were one of his first experiments. He altered them later, but he still had to keep making that one because our bodies would reject any other version of the serum.
"He was going to experiment it-to make sure that the serum worked. So he sent Deathstrike and me to Kari's house. He had us murder Deathstrike's own parents. Her mother, who was always making me laugh, was in the kitchen, humming a tune. She turned around, and Deathstrike skewered her. She saw who the stabber was. Her own daughter. I flooded her dad's car as he pulled in. His windows were closed. Finally, it was Kari's turn. I couldn't control myself. I tried to stop the killing, but we were both helpless. When Kari came in we were both hiding behind the door. Once she came in, I stopped her moving from behind, and Deathstrike stuck her fingernails into her chest. Kari's eyes were pained, and she looked confused and hurt. She recognized her own sister, and the girl she had been instantly best friends with. I think she died with both physical and inner pain. It was terrible to watch. And it was even more horrible to do.
"For three years we slaved under him, killing and manipulating various people. We also 'recruited' people, or kidnapping them and forcing the serum on them. Deathstrike and I were only ourselves when we were waiting in a cold, damp prison cell for the serum to brew. We were the only comforts to each other. After I became free, I tried to go home. But they weren't there. I asked the neighbor, who no longer recognized me, where they had went, and he answered that he wasn't sure. They had disappeared soon after the death of their daughter, too overcome with grief to even live in the same house with her ghost everywhere. I had heard Stryker say something about a school for mutants, where they could find shelter. And, fast forward, I'm here."
Aqua's long, sad story was met with silence. Professor Xavier's head was bowed with reverence. Ling's heart wept for her loss, and the guilt she had to bear, even if it wasn't of her own doing or her fault. She almost began to envy Deathstrike's death. At least the guilt wouldn't follow her. She blocked out all sounds, her mind suddenly taken up with various memories of her life. It seemed as if someone was controlling her memories, forcing her to relive each and every one. Aqua almost didn't hear the Professor say,
"You're in."
"I'm what? That easily?" Ling wondered, shocked.
"We never turn down any mutant in need. And by looking through your memories, I can see that your story is true. Let's see. Your new roommate will be Rogue. Hold on, I've just called her in."
A brownish-reddish haired girl with black leather gloves on came in. Ling noticed that she had two white streaks in her hair.
"You called, Professor?" She said with a Southern accent.
"Yes, this is your new roommate, Rogue. Her name is Ling, or would you prefer to be called Aqua?" Xavier inquired.
"Both are fine, I really don't care." Ling answered.
"Please show her around, and maybe introduce her to your friends, Rogue."
"All right. C'mon." Rogue said, waving to Ling.
Ling slowly got out of the seat. She was about to close the door when she remembered her manners.
"Thank you so much, Professor Xavier." Ling said with true gratefulness.
"You're very welcome, Ling." Xavier answered with a knowing smile.
"So, what are your powers?" Rouge asked.
"I can control water." Ling answered, "What about you?"
Rogue looked down at her gloves. "You're lucky to have such a tame power. Mine is that if I touch you, I take away your life force. Or if you're a mutant, I take your powers for a short time. That's why I wear gloves."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Ling didn't know what else to say.
"Well, the professor's going to try and help me control my powers, so I can kis-" Suddenly she blushed, realizing that she'd almost said a little too much.
Ling smiled a true smile for the first time in a long while. This is going to be great. Too bad for Ling, it wouldn't last that way for long.
This happens a little bit after the second movie. (WARNING: X2 spoilers!) Please R&R!
Logan had a sudden urge to go out.so here he was. He was standing outside a supermarket, letting the cool breeze whip through his hair. He had thought about her a lot, Jean. Logan's mind drifted back to that day.why had he told Scott, "She chose you"? And why, WHY did Jean have to die? Plus, One- eye's been in total depression ever since anyway.
Just then, his acute sense of smell picked up something that interrupted his thoughts. It was a strange smell. Logan knew he really shouldn't, but his curiosity got the best of him.
Logan jogged over to the woods. "The smell was coming from here." he murmured to himself. He walked deeper into the woods. He was getting a bad feeling about this.
Just then, a dark figure appeared in front of him. It was a girl dressed in what looked like a ripped black leather uniform, much like their X men uniforms, Logan couldn't help thinking. She was panting hard, her black hair hiding her face. When she finally looked up to the surprisingly patient Logan, he noted that her brown, Asian-like eyes were filled with pain.
She smiled weakly and said, "Hello Wolverine."
Logan stepped back in surprise. "Have we met?" He wondered. But then, he wouldn't be surprised if he knew her. There are still many holes in his past.
She looked up at him coolly. "No, I've never met you. But my former, um, master has mentioned you a lot. And after all, I did witness you murdering my best friend."
A cold chill went up his spine. He had? But this girl was a child. How-?
"Can't figure it out? I'll give you a hint. One: Some people think we look like twins. The only thing wrong with that is that she's older than I. Two: You've seen her very, very recently."
An image clicked in his head of a beautiful Japanese girl who had died a horrific death of having too much of what made her indestructible in her system. He had heard the sickening clunk of her body as it sank to the bottom of the water tank. It had made him sad to be the one to kill her, since she had been so much like him.
"You're her best friend?" Logan asked, suddenly getting suspicious. Was she going to try and avenge her friend's death? All of a sudden this girl didn't look too innocent to Logan. His steel claws came out immediately.
The girl shook her head. "No, I'm not going to avenge Deathstrike. In fact, if anything, I'd be thanking you."
"Thanking me?" Logan asked confused. Is she trying to mess with his mind? Confuse him? Well, it sure is working.
"Yes. You put her out of her misery. It's really too bad she didn't make it out while still living. . .but at least she'll see her family again. I was lucky, if you call my current state luck. You see," She looked straight into Logan's eyes, "we were slaves. Slaves to the mutant hater, William Stryker. We had no free will of our own, and every time that serum would fade, he'd immediately put more into our systems. I knew I could find you, because I saw your face during the fight. I came to you because. . .I need a favor."
When Logan heard the name William Stryker, a burning anger rose in his heart. He felt a soft spot for this stranger. First of all, she was no older than Rouge, second of all, she was a victim of cruel circumstances, and lastly, Logan felt that he owed her, since he was the slayer of possibly her only friend and comfort.
"What do you want, kid?" He asked instantly.
"I was wondering if you could take me to Xavier's school for mutants."
* * * "Let's start with the basics. My name is Professor Xavier. What's your name?"
"Can't you just read my mind?"
"Yes, but I prefer to hear it from your own point of view using your voice."
"Ok, my name is Ling Wong, and I used to 'work' for Stryker, until you killed him. After I saw Wolverine kill Deathstrike, I knew he must be one of the good guys trying to save you, Professor. And my serum wore off shortly after the fight. Since Stryker was in such a panic to leave, he forgot to give me more. But then I felt that the dam was starting to break. So I stood on top of it and held it back to give you guys a little more time. I saw the damned devil himself try and make a run for it, but since I was preoccupied holding up the dam, it was too bad I couldn't kill him myself. To make him pay. Finally, I couldn't hold up much longer, so I had to let go. I just hoped it gave you enough time to go. And I guess it did, since you're all obviously alive and well."
Scott Summers aka Cyclops had walked in right before the last sentence. His face screwed into a tight scowl and her phrasing that they were all alive and well. More of the opposite, really.
"What are your powers?" Cyclops asked.
"I can control and manipulate water." Ling replied, "People called my Aqua. Lame, I know, but I'm used to it."
"But how did you get associated with Stryker anyhow?" He questioned further. (What is this, a police interrogation?)
"I actually live in China, but I'm an amateur linguist, so I can speak several other languages, including English, very fluently. When I was about 13, I got to go on a Foreign Exchange Student program to Japan. There, my host family was Deathstrike's family. Originally, my best friend there was Deathstrike's little sister, Kari. Deathstrike was just the annoying older sister. But one day, I went shopping with Deathstrike. I didn't know I was a mutant at the time, but I think she knew. Anyway, Striker was about to get hit by a car, so we played the Good Samaritan. Deathstrike dove to save him, having to let her fingernails out to stop herself, with Stryker clinging to her, off the cliff. She had saved his life.
"But when Stryker realized that she was a mutant, he had his marines capture us on the spot. He ordered them to kill me. He didn't want any witnesses. But when the marines tried to put me there, I was under a lot of stress and fear. So I liquefied myself and slipped out of his grasp. But because it was my first time, I reformed immediately and shot out cold water from my fingers and stung the marine in the eye. From then on Stryker looked at me differently. He told me that he'd be 'merciful' and spare my life. Then he gave us the serum. It was one of the early serums, we were one of his first experiments. He altered them later, but he still had to keep making that one because our bodies would reject any other version of the serum.
"He was going to experiment it-to make sure that the serum worked. So he sent Deathstrike and me to Kari's house. He had us murder Deathstrike's own parents. Her mother, who was always making me laugh, was in the kitchen, humming a tune. She turned around, and Deathstrike skewered her. She saw who the stabber was. Her own daughter. I flooded her dad's car as he pulled in. His windows were closed. Finally, it was Kari's turn. I couldn't control myself. I tried to stop the killing, but we were both helpless. When Kari came in we were both hiding behind the door. Once she came in, I stopped her moving from behind, and Deathstrike stuck her fingernails into her chest. Kari's eyes were pained, and she looked confused and hurt. She recognized her own sister, and the girl she had been instantly best friends with. I think she died with both physical and inner pain. It was terrible to watch. And it was even more horrible to do.
"For three years we slaved under him, killing and manipulating various people. We also 'recruited' people, or kidnapping them and forcing the serum on them. Deathstrike and I were only ourselves when we were waiting in a cold, damp prison cell for the serum to brew. We were the only comforts to each other. After I became free, I tried to go home. But they weren't there. I asked the neighbor, who no longer recognized me, where they had went, and he answered that he wasn't sure. They had disappeared soon after the death of their daughter, too overcome with grief to even live in the same house with her ghost everywhere. I had heard Stryker say something about a school for mutants, where they could find shelter. And, fast forward, I'm here."
Aqua's long, sad story was met with silence. Professor Xavier's head was bowed with reverence. Ling's heart wept for her loss, and the guilt she had to bear, even if it wasn't of her own doing or her fault. She almost began to envy Deathstrike's death. At least the guilt wouldn't follow her. She blocked out all sounds, her mind suddenly taken up with various memories of her life. It seemed as if someone was controlling her memories, forcing her to relive each and every one. Aqua almost didn't hear the Professor say,
"You're in."
"I'm what? That easily?" Ling wondered, shocked.
"We never turn down any mutant in need. And by looking through your memories, I can see that your story is true. Let's see. Your new roommate will be Rogue. Hold on, I've just called her in."
A brownish-reddish haired girl with black leather gloves on came in. Ling noticed that she had two white streaks in her hair.
"You called, Professor?" She said with a Southern accent.
"Yes, this is your new roommate, Rogue. Her name is Ling, or would you prefer to be called Aqua?" Xavier inquired.
"Both are fine, I really don't care." Ling answered.
"Please show her around, and maybe introduce her to your friends, Rogue."
"All right. C'mon." Rogue said, waving to Ling.
Ling slowly got out of the seat. She was about to close the door when she remembered her manners.
"Thank you so much, Professor Xavier." Ling said with true gratefulness.
"You're very welcome, Ling." Xavier answered with a knowing smile.
"So, what are your powers?" Rouge asked.
"I can control water." Ling answered, "What about you?"
Rogue looked down at her gloves. "You're lucky to have such a tame power. Mine is that if I touch you, I take away your life force. Or if you're a mutant, I take your powers for a short time. That's why I wear gloves."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Ling didn't know what else to say.
"Well, the professor's going to try and help me control my powers, so I can kis-" Suddenly she blushed, realizing that she'd almost said a little too much.
Ling smiled a true smile for the first time in a long while. This is going to be great. Too bad for Ling, it wouldn't last that way for long.