Cerebro Scans: Birthday Bash 95

## Characters

* Bobby Drake
* St. John Allerdyce
* Victor Creed
* Logan
* Anna-Marie Darkholme

## Location

* Westmoreland Sanctuary, New York
* June 1995 - Late Night

## Scan Transcript

* **[Start Memory Reconstruction Protocol - 2 Participants]**
* **[Memory Synchronization: 83.1%]**
* **[Ambient Filter: Car Engine, Muffled Wind Noise]**
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Bobby, ya okay?
* **Bobby Drake:** I'm so disowned.
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [scoff] Don' talk lahke that, sugah.
* **Bobby Drake:** It's true.
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Everythin' is goin' t'be jus' fahne. Ya jus' wait an' see.
* **Bobby Drake:** Rogue, I get that you're trying to help, but just- [scoff] Who asked you to help, anyway?!
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ah thought ya did, Bobby.
* **Bobby Drake:** [scoff] Yeah, well, maybe I was wrong.
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [gasp] Whut crawled up yer backside an' died?
* **St. John Allerdyce:** ... [chuckle]
* **Logan:** ...
* **St. John Allerdyce:** ... [gulp, nervous chuckle]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [sigh] Do me a favor, Sinny, put on some tunes or somethin', will ya?
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Uh... Sure. [body shifts, click]
* **[Ambient Filter: Twangy Guitar, Car Engine, Muffled Wind Noise]**
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Oh, wat's this now? Country music?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** This is fahne with me, sugah.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** [scoff] Nah, let's see wat else we can find on heah.
* **Logan:** Touch that dial and lose the hand, bub.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Ya'he 'avin' a bloody laugh, ya ahe. [nervous chuckle]
* **Shania Twain:** *Woo!*
* **Bobby Drake:** [chuckle] Oh, no, he's not... This is that one new singer.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Oh, the sheila with the denim?
* **Shania Twain:** ... [giggle]
* **Bobby Drake:** That's the one.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** [chuckle] Logan fancies her, does he?
* **Shania Twain:** *This is what a woman wants.*
* **Logan:** [growl] Be quiet...
* **Bobby Drake:** Oh, come on, Logan. I've had a bad time. At least let us tease you a little.
* **Shania Twain:** *Any man of mine better be proud of me.*
* **Logan:** No, just- [scoff] Shut up. Can't you hear that?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Turn it off! [scoff, clamber, groan, frustrated groan, seatbelt click, seatbelt whir, clamber]
* **Shania Twain:** *Even when I'm ugly... he still better love-*
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [click] Listen!
* [tree falls, tree smashes into road]
* **Logan:** Look out! [stomp]
* [car brakes screech, smash, airbags deploy: 2 instances]
* **Bobby Drake:** !!! [ice crystallizes, smash]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** !!! [body launch, windshield shatters, body hits pavement, bones shatter: multiple instances, body bounces, body skids, body rolls]
* **Logan:** ... [growl, SNIKT, stab, airbag deflated] Everyone good? [SHHHCK, flesh mends]
* **St. John Allerdyce:** [groan] [muffled:] *I'm... I'll be fine... Just... dazed is all.*
* **Logan:** Bobby?
* **I'm good... I coated myself in ice and- [gasp, ice decrystllizes] Rogue?!**
* **Logan:** Where is-? [gasp, car door opens, clamber, groan] Shit! [SNIKT, slash, seatbelt whirs, clamber, rapid footsteps, clamber, rapid footsteps] Rogue!
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Where is she? [gasp] Oh no...
* **Bobby Drake:** Rogue... [whimper, seatbelt click, seatbelt whir, car door opens, clamber] Rogue?
* **Logan:** [SHHHCK, flesh mends, clamber, grapple] Kid, talk to me.
* **Bobby Drake:** No... [whimper, footsteps]
* **St. John Allerdyce:** [seatbelt click, seat belt whirs, car door opens, clamber] Bloody hell... Is she garn ta be okay?
* **Logan:** Kid- [blood squish] No, no... [grapple] Rogue, listen, I need you to-
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [grit-teeth:] *Mah insides feel lahke smashed grits.* [pained gasp, pained whimper] [weak:] *Ah don' think ah'm gonna make it... Ah feel cold.*
* **Logan:** No, don't talk like that- You're going to make it. You're going to be fine, darling. I promise- [pause, grapple, fabric shifts]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [weak:] *Whut are ya-? That's mah glove.*
* **Logan:** Shh... I know... [fabric shifts, grapple]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [weak:] *Whut are ya-? No, ya can't do that.*
* **Logan:** It's gonna be fine, darling. Just relax now and-
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [weak:] *Ya can't! No! Ah won't let ya!* [struggle]
* **Logan:** That's where you're wrong. I ain't giving you a choice. [struggle, groan]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [hand pressed to cheek, intrinsic crackle, gasp] !!!
* **Logan:** !!! [pained gasp, intrinsic crackle]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** That's enough! [flesh mends]
* **Logan:** [grit-teeth:] *No... Take a little more...* [pained groan]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ah don' want tikill ya! [gasp, struggle]
* **Logan:** [loud gasp, thud] ...
* **Bobby Drake:** [rapid footsteps] Rogue!
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Bobby- [clamber]
* **Bobby Drake:** I'm so glad you're okay- [footsteps] For a moment I thought you were-
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Stay back, Bobby- Mah glove is still off... [fabric shifts, footsteps] Ah don' wan' t'hurt ya too. See t' Logan, will ya?
* **Bobby Drake:** Uh, right... [footsteps, clamber] Hey, Logan, are you-?
* **Logan:** [pained groan] I'm fine... [sore groan, pant, pant, clamber] Just... Help me to the car and let me catch my breath, will ya?
* **Bobby Drake:** Yeah... St. John, come help me with-
* [distant clatter, foliage rustle]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ya hear that?
* **Bobby Drake:** Yeah...
* **St. John Allerdyce:** [lighter crank, flame crackles, intrinsic thrum, flame ignites, fireball burns] Hey, is someone theah? Come out weah we can see ya.
* [silence]
* **Logan:** ... [groan] Rogue, do you smell anything?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Do ah smell somethin'? [pause, sniff, sniff] Ye, actually... Ah do. Smells lahke a- Well, it smells a lot lahke ya.
* **Logan:** Bobby, get behind me.
* **Bobby Drake:** What? Why? Just do it... [loud whistle] St. John, you, too.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Wat ahah ya garn on about? [fireball burns]
* **Logan:** Just listen to me, dammit!
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Alright! Don't get yah panties in a bloody wad, mate. [scoff, footsteps, fireball burns]
* **Logan:** Bobby, get the tree out of the road.
* **Bobby Drake:** Uh... Right... [footsteps, intrinsic thrum, ice blast, ice column forms, tree falls on grass, intrinsic crackle, ice dissipates]
* **Logan:** Great, let's all get to the car... Nice and slowly. Everyone stay close to me.
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Whut is goin' on 'ere? [scoff]
* **Logan:** Just listen to me. [footsteps]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ah would, if ya'd talk t' us, Logan!
* **Logan:** ... [growl, footsteps]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Are we in dangah?
* **Logan:** Just get in the damn car!
* **Victor Creed:** [chuckle] Ain't this a sight? [footsteps]
* **Logan:** ... [growl]
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Wo the bloody hell is this bloke? [fireballs burns]
* **Victor Creed:** Aren't you going to introduce us, Jimmy?
* **Logan:** ... [growl]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ya know this guy?
* **Logan:** No, but-
* **Victor Creed:** [scoff] You going to treat me like that? After all we've been through? After I traveled all this way? Spent all this time looking for you, just to wish you a happy birthday? This is what you're going to do to me? [scoff] That's not very nice, Jimmy... What would Kayla say? [gasp, chuckle]
* **Bobby Drake:** Birthday?
* **Logan:** [scoff] I don't know you, bub, but I know this: if you mean to cause these kids trouble, you ain't gonna like what happens to you.
* **Victor Creed:** [scoff] Look at you... [footsteps, chuckle] Playin' Mr. Mom. [chuckle] Oh, the boys are gonna get a real kick out of this one.
* **Bobby Drake:** The boys? Logan, who is this guy?
* **Logan:** Like I said, I don't know. Get in the car... [footsteps]
* **Bobby Drake:** Okay... [footsteps]
* **Logan:** You're here for me? Well, here I am. Let's let the kids go.
* **Victor Creed:** Hmm... [footsteps, claws pop] I'd prefer if they stay.
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** !!! [startled gasp, SNIKT]
* **Victor Creed:** Hmm? Bone claws? [chuckle] What's this? [footsteps]
* **Logan:** [footsteps] You stay away from her, bub.
* **Victor Creed:** ... [sniff, sniff] She your pup?
* **Logan:** Stay back.
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** ... [groan, SHHHCK]
* **Victor Creed:** [sniff, sniff] No... She's not like us. She's a fake. [chuckle] She take your claws?
* **Logan:** [SNIKT] Nope.
* **Victor Creed:** She take something else, then? [slash]
* **Bobby Drake:** !!! **St. John Allerdyce:** !!! **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** !!! [startled gasps: 3 instances]
* **Logan:** ... [pained growl, blood trickle, blood drip]
* **Victor Creed:** Relax, it's just a flesh wound... [chuckle] Ain't that right, Jimmy?
* **Logan:** ... [growl, blood trickle, blood drip]
* **Victor Creed:** Oh, maybe I cut you more than I meant to. Maybe you should see to that cut, Jimmy... I wouldn't want it to get infected. [chuckle]
* **St. John Allerdyce:** [whisper:] *Wat the bloody hell is he talkin' about?* [fireballs burns]
* **Bobby Drake:** [whisper:] *He knows about Logan's mutant power.*
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [whisper:] *...An' he knows ah took it from 'im.*
* **Victor Creed:** ... [chuckle]
* **Logan:** Stop talking! He can hear you, dammit!
* **Bobby Drake:** Oh, shit.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** How can he heahr us?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Logan knows they have a lot in common. Ah can't explain it but... Ah took some o' Logan's memories an'... They're all sorts o' messy in 'ere, but there's them flashes an' impressions. Jumbled memories o' this guy all mixed in.
* **Logan:** I said stop talking! [growl]
* **Victor Creed:** So they're mutants, too?
* **Logan:** ...
* **Victor Creed:** You join one of those mutant communes, Jimmy? [scoff, chuckle] Do they know what you are?
* **Logan:** Shut up.
* **Victor Creed:** Do they know what you've done?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Whut's he talkin' about, Logan?
* **Bobby Drake:** The things you've done? What have you done?
* **St. John Allerdyce:** 'n wy the bloody hell does he keep callin' ya 'Jimmy'?
* **Logan:** Get in the fucking car!
* **St. John Allerdyce:** ... **Bobby Drake:** ... **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** ... [footsteps: 3 instances, clamber, clamber, clamber, car doors close: 3 instances]
* **Victor Creed:** Oh, I see she didn't take all your rage... [chuckle]
* **Logan:** Rogue, drive the car.
* **Victor Creed:** "Rogue" Oh, cute...
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [crank, crank] Ah ain't leavin' ya here.
* **Logan:** Do as I say.
* **Victor Creed:** Is that her commune name?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Nah. Forget it. Ah ain't-
* **Logan:** Drive the damn car out of here.
* **Victor Creed:** What's yours? Going by "Patch" again? [chuckle]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ya can't make me!
* **Logan:** ... [growl]
* **Victor Creed:** Oh! Bitch has quite the mouth on her, doesn't she?
* **Logan:** !!! [growl, stab]
* **Victor Creed:** !!! [feral growl, slash, flesh mends]
* **Bobby Drake:** !!! **St. John Allerdyce:** !!! **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** !!! [startled gasps: 3 instances]
* **Logan:** !!! [pained shout, SNIKT, slash]
* **Victor Creed:** !!! [feral growl, grapple, flesh mends, slash]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Logan! [scream]
* **Bobby Drake:** !!! **St. John Allerdyce:** !!! [startled gasps: 2 instances]
* **Victor Creed:** Happy birthday, Jimmy! [loud chuckle]
* **Logan:** !!! [pained gasp, blood spatter, stumble, blood splash, stumble, hand fumbling on bloody neck, weak gasp] [breathless:] *Drive the car...* [wheeze]
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Rogue! Drive!
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** No! Ah ain't goin' t'leave 'im!
* **Bobby Drake:** He's going to die! That freak is going to kill him!
* **Victor Creed:** [chuckle, footsteps] Come on, Jimmy... Is that all you got?
* **Logan:** ... [bloody gasp, stumble, thud, SHHHCK]
* **Victor Creed:** Don't be so dramatic, Jimbo... I didn't hurt you that bad... Did I? [clamber, pause, finger dipped in blood, lick, lip smack, lip smack] Hmm... Nah, still enough of the right enzymes. [chuckle] You'll survive. [chuckle, pause] Barely. [groan, grapple] Let's get you back home, shall we?
* **Logan:** ... [wheeze, gurgle, cough, blood spatter]
* **Victor Creed:** Oh, you're right... There are witnesses. [hand pats cheek] I'll just be a minute. [footsteps]
* **Logan:** [grapple] [breathless:] *Leave them alone, bub...*
* *Victor Creed:'* You're in not position to make demands. [scoff, chuckle]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** T'hell wit' this! [car door opens, clamber] Bobby... Sinny... Get Logan.
* **Bobby Drake:** What are you going to do?!
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** The gloves are comin' off, sugah. [fabric shifts, fabric shifts, footsteps]
* **Victor Creed:** Let go of my pants, Jimmy... Let me do what needs to be done.
* **Logan:** [SNIKT, stab] !!! [roar, slice]
* **Victor Creed:** [tendons severed, blood spatter] !!! [feral roar, stumble, flesh mends] Damn you, Jimmy! [stumble] I liked these pants! [feral roar, kick]
* **Logan:** ... [breathless chuckle, gurgle, blood spatter]
* **Victor Creed:** What're you laughing at? The damage is already healing!
* **Logan:** [breathless:] *That's what you think...*
* **Victor Creed:** Huh?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [rapid footsteps, pounce, grapple, hands cups eyes] Guess who, asshole! [intrinsic crackle] !!! [loud gasp]
* **Victor Creed:** !!! [pained gasp, feral roar, grapple, toss]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** !!! [body flung into tree, pained gasp, thud, clamber, flesh mends, chuckle] That the best ya got, sugah?
* **Victor Creed:** [chuckle] Oh, I've got lots more than that, darling. [stumble, pained hiss, whimper] What the fuck?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ah think ya got much less than ya think... [loud whistle] Do it, Bobby!
* [car engine revs, tires peel out, car lurches forward, smash]
* **Victor Creed:** !!! [body launch, body hits pavement, bones shatter: multiple instances, body bounces, body skids, body rolls, mud splash]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Ha! Nice one, Bobby!
* **Bobby Drake:** [car door opens] Yeah, but don't tell the professor I was driving without my license again. [clamber, groan, grapple] Logan, hold still... [ice blast]
* **Logan:** !!! [startled gasp, ice crystallizes] Cold!
* **Bobby Drake:** Yeah, but it'll stop the bleeding for now. [groan, grapple] Come on, let's get in the car. [groan, footsteps] Rogue, I need you to drive!
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Right! Ah'm on it, sugah. [footsteps] Actually, let me help ya wit' Logan.
* **Bobby Drake:** I got him... [groan, stumble]
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Nonsense, Bobby. He weighs a ton.
* **Bobby Drake:** Yeah, but-
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [grapple, body flung on shoulder, footsteps] Ah said Ah got it.
* **Bobby Drake:** How did you-? [pause] Did Kurt Cobain on steroids have super-strength?
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** Seems so. [toss, car door slams shut, footsteps] Let's get outta here.
* **Bobby Drake:** What about him?!
* **Logan:** [pained groan] Leave him be... if he dies, he dies.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** Leave him ta die? Ya'ah jokin'. He's a mutant. He's one of us.
* **Logan:** He ain't a mutant, kid... He's a monster.
* **St. John Allerdyce:** But he's just liyyke ya.
* **Logan:** That's what I'm afraid of...
* **Bobby Drake:** [clamber, car door closes] We can help him.
* **Logan:** Leavin' him to die is helping him. Trust me, kids. It's a kinder mercy than he'd give any of us.
* **Anna-Marie Darkholme:** [clamber, car door closes] Ya heard the man, boys. Buckle up now...

## Trivia and Notes

* This Scan takes place in Subsidiary-Reality M, within Murum Locus.
* Story continues in Cerebro Scans: Wake Up Call
* Story continues from Cerebro Scans: Cold Reception.
* Debut of Victor Creed.
* The song playing on the radio is "Any Man of Mine" by Shania Twain.