Starting to Cos Professor X

Chapter 1 Cosplaying as the Professor at the Start

Ah, what do I see? A Wolverine with a beard thick enough to be a bird's nest? Did you run out of the set next door in The Last of Us? Oh right... Damn it, is this the plot of Logan? I remember this crappy movie! Wait a second, how does the plot go again?

Damn it, my brains are running out again!

What am I supposed to call you? Uncle Logan? Logan? James? Whatever, forget it... Hey, Logan, where's your weird cowl? That goofy-ass thing that looks like two Batmans kissing when you look at it apart... Please, can I touch it? I've always thought that thing was cool... When I go to Gotham later, I've got to take it and put it on for Batman to see...

Room 14, Liberty Motel, El Paso, Texas.

Sitting in a wheelchair with his head wrapped in bandages, a high-spirited teenager rambled crazily in front of an impatient old Logan.

...So, these two brats are your son and daughter? Logan couldn't be bothered to care about the crazy teenager, turning instead to ask the woman sitting nearby.

The woman's name was Gabriela, and she was Logan's final client tonight. She hoped Logan could take her two children to North Dakota.

That's right, there hadn't been any new mutants born in this world for many years, and the surviving mutants were gradually withering away. The once battle-hardened superhero, X-Men, the immortal Wolverine Logan, had now turned into such a scruffy old man, making a living purely by driving a rideshare for people.

Sorry, Miles's mental state... isn't very stable. Gabriela said as she carefully patted the teenage boy's shoulder beside her. Please, Miles, be quiet, please...

Oh, is it nighttime already? Then good night, Gabriela...

Under the nurse's soothing, the teenager Miles really gradually quieted down, and then his gaze slowly went blank... revealing a daze-like expression.

Hehe... hehehe...

Looking at the little fellow in front of him who had been acting crazy just a moment ago and now was drooling like an idiot, the old wolf Logan instinctively felt something was wrong, but he didn't say much. He just glanced back at the silent girl who had been watching him all along, and then turned to ask the nurse Gabriela again, You said you're a nurse?

Used to be, in Mexico City.

When did you get hurt? Logan looked at Gabriela's bleeding arm, remembering the man who had suddenly appeared earlier to warn him not to meddle in other people's business.

This morning, near the border... I escaped...

Listening to the woman's description, Logan understood that she was being hunted by a troublesome bunch of people, and coincidentally, those people seemed to know his background very well.

Without a doubt, a huge pain in the ass.

Listen, I have to go. Logan turned around ready to leave; he already regretted taking this gig. A woman being hunted by unknown forces, along with her mentally ill paralyzed son and mute-like daughter, Logan knew even with his claws that this was big trouble.

No, wait, please...

The woman hurriedly took out a roll of cash wrapped in paper and handed it to Logan, Here, take it, there are twenty thousand dollars here, take us to the address above... I'll give you another thirty thousand when we arrive!

So Logan turned back, took the money, and carefully looked at the address on it.

[48.970333 -102.155491]

Yes, old wolf Logan didn't want trouble, but he was also very short on money.

We have to get there by Friday... otherwise we won't be able to cross the border...

Please...

Logan looked at the woman's pleading face, took a few deep breaths, and the dim light in the room reflected in his pupils.

The weeping woman, the demented boy, and the silent girl... Three gazes turned toward him in unison.

Shit!

Logan muttered to himself.

He finally agreed.

A short while later, watching Logan leave, Gabriela took a deep breath and hurriedly said to the two children, Kids, we need to hurry and get ready to leave here...

Who was that man? The little girl Laura asked Gabriela in a low voice.

He's... your father. Gabriela replied.

Laura nodded thoughtfully.

Miles, Miles, are you listening? Gabriela turned back to ask the boy.

Hehe... hehehe...

Miles remained indifferent, still drooling stupidly.

...Alright, looks like he still needs rest. Gabriela sighed, and then said to Laura, Laura, get ready to change Miles's dressing; we'll probably be traveling for several days next.

Okay. Little Laura nodded.

With the two of them supporting him, the dazed and foolish Miles had his bandages slowly unwrapped, revealing his emaciated, pale face... and a strange device deeply embedded in the back of his head.

This thing obviously had been embedded in the back of his head for some time, and a ring of crusted pus had grown where it touched Miles's skin and flesh. Its other end went straight deep into his brain, and taking it out could only be done through specialized surgery, which they clearly didn't have the opportunity for now.

My poor little Miles... Gabriela whispered softly, May God bless us all so we can make it to Canada alive...

Gabriela Lopez, former nurse at the Alkali Laboratory in Mexico City. Unable to bear the cruel actions of the Alkali Laboratory toward mutant children, she escaped with Laura and Miles, and was currently being hunted by the laboratory.

Laura was a genetic infant of Wolverine Logan, possessing the same healing factor and adamantium claws, while Miles was a genetic infant of Professor X. Due to his scarcity, since birth his blood, cell tissue, bone marrow, and even... cerebrospinal fluid had been forcibly extracted at regular intervals.

The thing on the back of Miles's head was the laboratory's Cerebrospinal Fluid Extractor, which had to be replaced every once in a while.

Compared to being foolishly drooling and intermittently going crazy and talking nonsense, Miles being able to survive until now was a miracle in itself. Therefore, Gabriela could only take him with her; otherwise, with no one to care for him, Miles wouldn't survive.

It took a full hour or so for Gabriela and Laura to finish changing Miles's dressing.

OK, Laura... Let's take a rest.

We'll pack our things and get ready to leave... Those Reavers might catch up soon.

Enduring her injuries and exhaustion, Gabriela hurriedly began to pack her things.

Little Laura also silently picked up her shoulder bag, took out her little bouncy ball from her pocket, and stuffed it into the bag.

...Ah ah, what step of the plot has it reached?

Miles suddenly spoke up.

... Laura glanced at Miles, too lazy to care.

This "brother" of hers was a crazy and weird guy, spending most of twenty-four hours a day in a daze drooling, and a small portion of the time rambling about things that other people simply couldn't understand.

Like "I actually come from another universe", "Why the hell did I cross over into X-Men", "Am I cosplaying as the Professor? Why is even the wheelchair restored" and so on.

To this, Laura and Gabriela had long since gotten used to it and wouldn't take his ramblings seriously.

Right now, the most imminent task was to rendezvous with "everyone" as soon as possible.

Bang.

A gunshot rang out.

The window glass shattered, and Laura jerked her head around, only to see Gabriela's head, sitting beside the bed, listlessly drooling to one side.

She was dead.

At the same time, the girl also sensed several faint sounds of breathing coming from outside.

It was those Reavers hired by the laboratory!

Laura clenched her teeth, and double sets of steel claws slowly extended from both hands.

Boom!

The wooden door of the room was kicked hard, and the faint sound of wood splintering came through.

Boom!!

Finally, the doorknob of the wooden door was kicked off by the people outside, and the entire door was slammed wide open.

Fuck, he's really here!

Shit... That girl is dangerous... Shoot directly!

The armed men outside the door were cursing and about to shoot into the room, clearly aware of the danger here and having no intention of approaching at all.

But right at that moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from inside the room.

I'm awake... Good alarm clock, very useful, quite refreshing, worth a five-star review... But motherfucker! I'm in a really bad mood right now!

So all of you damn well go to hell!

Crack, crack...

The lights in the entire building began to flicker uncertainly, and static crackling continued to sound... Two seconds later, all the lights went out simultaneously, and the motel room was plunged into complete darkness.

Hmm? The leader of this group, Donald Pierce, his expression shifted, and he instinctively leaned back!

Bang! Bang!

The next moment, two bullets struck the spot where he had just been standing, leaving two holes in the floor.

The one who fired was one of his own men.

Shit... Donald looked at the two subordinates closest to the door who were dizzily turning back with their muzzles aimed at him, cursed, and said, That kid is awake! Fall back!

We'll pick another time to come back; that kid can't stay lucid for long!

Bang! Bang! Bang...

After a few gunshots, two fresh corpses were left outside, while the others retreated and left in time under Donald's orders.

The two "temporarily mutinied" Reaver mercenaries stayed behind, watching the others retreat blankly, showing no intention of continuing the chase at all. Until the others had run far away, they managed to reluctantly retract their gunmuzzles and aimed them at their own chins respectively.

Only then did they finally realize their lives were coming to an end.

Don't...

One of them said tremblingly, yet his finger seemed completely disobedient to his will as he slammed down the trigger.

Bang. Bang.

Two gunshots rang out in succession outside the room.

A splash of blood reflected on the shattered glass window, splashing a few droplets of blood into the room.

...The old bald guy is a bleeding-heart saint, but I'm not.

Miles muttered to himself, letting out a trembling, ferocious smile, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He slowly loosened the two fingers pressed against his temple, and his arms hung down powerlessly.

With the same mind-control ability as Professor Charles Xavier, even with only a "Delta" rating, it still possessed incomparable deterrence when facing ordinary humans.

The problem, however, was that Miles's body was simply too frail; every time he used his ability, it was a huge burden for him.

"Hoo... hoo..." He took a few deep breaths, then struggled to raise his neck to look at the corpse of Gabriela sitting not far away.

"I'm sorry..." Miles said in a hoarse voice, "I 'fell asleep' again..."

"Wuwu... ahhh..." Laura hugged the woman's corpse, unable to help bursting into loud sobs.

After leaving the research facility, the three of them had depended on each other and supported one another until now... and now, Gabriela had just died like this.

"Stop crying... Laura..." Miles let his head hang down in pain, barely maintaining calm thinking, "Those people... won't leave for long. You need to run fast..."

"...What about you?" Laura asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm a cripple. If you take me with you, you won't be able to get away either..."

Laura looked at Miles and silently shook her head.

Then, she helped him onto the wheelchair and pushed him outside.

"Tch, another cliché superhero plot..." Miles let out a self-deprecating laugh, then continued, "Laura, hide. Find the Wolverine—oh, I should call him 'badger'... the man from the daytime... Right now, only he and another old man can help us..."

Although Miles's memories were fragmented, he still somewhat remembered that Professor X should be by old Logan's side right now. That was the most powerful telepath in the world, and also his own "gene progenitor." With his help, he should be able to shake off his current condition of intermittent dementia...

Though come to think of it, the professor in Logan seemed a bit off too... Damn it, I can't remember! My brain juice isn't enough!

"My head hurts so much, fuck, there's no other way... Laura, let me sleep a little longer... Just a little... Oh right, take the guns from those two guys outside, and Gabriela's phone..."

Miles said to Laura, his voice growing weaker and weaker. The light in his pupils gradually faded, and then his expression returned to a blank ignorance.

"Hehe... hehehe..."