Written in the Stars
April 14th, 1912. 9: 56pm
by
Adréa



Disclaimer: The song is from Aida, so credit to Disney. The Scarlet Pimpernel... I don't know who it belongs to now, but it was written by the Baroness Orczy. Well, everyone else seems to own the X-Men. Marvel, Fox, Warner Brothers, Universal, etc. etc. Why can't I? Look! They'll work for twinkies and beer! It's true! They did this fic for twinkies and beer. Although I had to throw in a few steaks and peeps somewhere...

Author's Notes: I tried to make it not exactly like Cameron's movie! But some things kinda snuck in there and stuck. Be prepared for suckiness! (that even a word?) Big shout out and thanks to my best friend JenN who unknowingly gave be ideas and knowingly gave me every ounce of support she could.

Author's Notes2: I don't even own Amy and Jenn for they are based on people I know. I'm currently working on another fic involving them that would go much farther into their personalities, so sorry if you don't understand things or what not because they aren't well developed in this one. Now, on with the show!




Something was wrong... Something was very, very wrong...

So wrong that Marie was only certain about one thing: She was going insane.

It was true, there were no doubts there that she was insane. Insane like her stepmother perhaps. No other reason could explain what she was experiencing, what was going through her head. And being carried in a sack over some extremely stinky guy's shoulder gave her a lot of time to think on the subject of insanity.

God... she hoped Logan was alright. Some big, hairy, and quite beastly looking man had interrupted their wonderful kiss and punched Logan with such force in the head. She had screamed as she saw her lover fall unconscious into the water before a sack was placed over her by someone behind and she was being carried through the ship. Her silence was only kept because they told her they would go back and make sure Logan was dead if she didn't do what they said.

Then there was that annoying part of her brain that was growling and snapping things at her, trying to get her to fight back despite what they told her. It didn't make sense, nor the memories that fluttered into her mind during the searing kiss with Logan. It was like she knew what he was thinking, feeling at that moment too. Not to mention a few flashes of fighting in bars, stalking some wild animal, or other things that she should have no memory of because she'd never done them.

It didn't make any sense and it was slowly driving her crazy.

She whimpered softly in the bag, unsure of what to do. More than anything, she wanted to keep Logan safe. But that small part of her brain that acted so much like him didn't want that. He wanted her safe, he wanted her to fight.

New memories came to surface. Memories that had occurred on the ship. He was talking to Xavier and that red haired lady, the one Marie had always seen with her husband with the red sunglasses.

{Xavier smiled. "You will, Logan. You will. I know that Erik has plans for her, but I've still yet to determine exactly what they are. From what Jean has told me, there are other things. When your double assaulted Marie, he never touched her skin to skin. That, along with the fact that her parents never let her touch another human being arouses some interesting questions."}

Her skin? Why the hell would anyone be talking about her skin? And Erik... Erik Lensherr, the man that always sat with her family. The man filled with pain yet determination, and not all of it good.

She and Logan had kissed and nothing had--

"Oh, shit..." she murmured, her eyes widening at her choice of words that she never would have used before.

"Shut up," a man growled at her.

Oh shit... Oh shit, Oh shitty shit, shit-shit. Something had happened when they kissed. There had been this rushing feeling after a little bit, then the feelings and memories that weren't hers had come flooding in.

There was the sound of a door opening, then another person joined the duo. But at least this one didn't reek to high hell, unlike the others. Hadn't they ever heard of something called a bath?

"This would have been so much easier had you not gotten involved with Xavier's new puppet," said a female voice. The voice was cold, yet still not normal. Marie couldn't place what her voice sounded like, but it was in no way supposed to sound like it did.

"Where is he?" asked the one holding her, his voice held a thick English accent.

"Dealing with the incompetent twins. The girls escaped. But no matter now, let's bring her to Creed's room."

She was shifted uncomfortably around before they continued down the hall to another room. Things had just gone from bad to worse in Marie's mind. Nothing made sense.

Thankfully, it was a short trip. There would be some nasty bruises for sure as it was. They put her down and took off the sack. Taking a moment for her eyes to adjust, she viewed her assailants. One was the big man from one of the dinners, the other his partner. And the third...

Green guy had to steady her as she felt herself about to faint again. The third was her father.

Where had the woman gone? And why was her father standing there and not doing anything about it!

"Don't pass out on us, Marie. We need you conscious," the man that looked like her father told her. "You are going to go into this room, and you are going to touch Graydon. You are going to continue touching him until his lifeless corpse falls from your hands."

This wasn't happening... This wasn't happening... This wasn't happening...

"Logan is in my people's custody. And they are just waiting to hear the order to kill him."

At the mention of Logan's name, Marie took a guess at something and searched through her brain, focusing on the ever more growling and ordering part of it.

She needed answers fast, and that was the best place to look.

{Teasing Scooter over how flirtatious his wife is.}

{Standing in a deep forest, staring numbly at three bone claws sticking out in between her knuckles.}

{Beating the shit out of the next hapless victim who stepped into the cage.}

{Scott and Jean seeking her out, talking about Xavier and mutants and his school.}

{On the ship. Talking about Marie's skin and a shapeshifter.}

It all made sense to her now. She could kill with her skin, and they wanted her to kill Creed with it. The shapeshifter... it had been her father all along, and the Logan in the Scotland Road that attacked her. She cursed herself for being as stupid as to just accept the explanation and not dwell further. Yet it didn't matter, she would never have come up with that answer in a million years.

Mutants were beings with extraordinary powers, and Creed wanted to murder them all. Maybe assassinating him wouldn't be such a bad thing.

The Logan in her head was not at all happy with that. He wanted her to escape, for fear that they would harm her after the job was done, or make her continue to work for them.

The shapeshifter knocked on the door.

Marie's hands involuntarily clenched tightly. As soon as they had, a stabbing pain shot through her knuckles. With a cry, she lifted her hands and saw bone claws much like that she had seen in Logan's memories. It hurt like hell for them to slide through her arms and out her knuckles, but the pain dulled immediately.

The big guy growled and made a grab for her, but he was slow, she was fast. With lightening quick reflexes she hadn't realized she had, Marie moved out of his grasp and slashed at the green guy before hotfooting it out of there.

The growl behind her confirmed that the big guy wasn't going to give up so easily. All she could do was pray that she would make it to safety before the big guy got to her.



CHAPTERS:   Prologue   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   Epilogue




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