22I've had a few ideas for stories lately and this had spawned as one. If any of my previous reviewers are reading this then YHA is probably staying as it is because I can't think of anything else to write. Anyone is welcome to carry that story on, just give me credit for creating it.
Chapter 1 - Alley
I am currently running for my life from an anti-mutant gang. This time they are prepared. They've got weapons and nets. I sighed inwardly and continued running away from the gang. I turned a corner sharply, trying to throw them off. I looked back to see if it worked. No.
I swore and poured on more speed. With a bit of luck I could get away from them. I looked back again and noticed that they were slowing down. I grinned. The grin didn't last for long as they were pointing and laughing at me. I turned around and my eyes widened.
"Shit,"
I growled and forced myself to skid to a halt to avoid face planting into the wall. I
They had run me into a dead end. I turned quickly, forcing myself not to panic. They were almost upon me. I growled again and unsheathed my claws. Five from each hand. One per finger. Unfortunately they are not metal – which would help if they broke - they are bone and still very strong.
The gang charged at me. Any colour that I had drained from my face. I shifted into a defensive position. The first thug was almost on me now. I thrust my hands forward and felt them slice through his body. I tore my hands in opposite directions and gutted him. I looked up and saw that the others had halted. Then anger was on all their faces.
They charged again. I sliced the next thug's neck and decapitated another. Then, out of nowhere I was falling towards the ground. Someone had hit me from behind. I growled and a red haze appeared across my vision. I let myself phase through the floor and come up behind the thug which hit me. I sunk my claws deep into his back and dragged them down; I ignored his screams of pain.
Instinct told me to duck. I followed its command immediately. The attack hit the thug I was destroying. I thrust my hand behind me and gutted him. Next thing I know I'm on the floor again and in pain. I looked towards my side where it was radiating from and saw a knife.
I clamped my teeth together and pulled it out quickly. A lot of blood followed the removal. I clamped a hand over the wound and picked up the knife with my other hand. I looked up to see that only five thugs remained. The closest to me was grinning like an idiot.
"We got ya now," He chuckled.
I narrowed my eyes and flicked the knife at him. It hit him between the eyes. His face still had the smile on when his rapidly cooling body hit the ground. Four left now, and they were all pissed off beyond help. Bugger. They all charged at me. I was still on the floor. I let myself phase through the floor again and came up a few meters away.
I managed to stand, still holding a hand to my wound which was still oozing blood at a fast pace. I was starting to feel dizzy. The remaining thugs had noticed my new position and charged again. The claws of my left hand were still out and I forced my body into a defence position.
I dodged the first hit and sliced across the thug's throat. Three left. The next thug got me by surprise. He had come up on my wounded right side and slammed a foot into my side. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from yelling with pain. Bastard had hit me just above my wound. I didn't have time to react to the fist that slammed into my left eye.
I crashed to the floor and closed my eyes tight, trying to stop the pain. The thugs towered over me. I could sense them. I opened my eyes and they grinned.
"You're gonna pay now bitch," Thug one said.
"Fuck you," Was my witty answer.
Anger once again clouded on their faces and they started towards me. Then out of nowhere a red beam hit the nearest one to me and he screamed as he got blasted back. I shut me eyes from the searing light. I heard a scream of pain. Then another. Then everything was quiet. I opened my eyes warily.
There were three people standing in front of me. Two guys and one woman. Guy number one had a red visor over his eyes. Guy two had his hair in a weird fashion, they looked like ears. The woman had long red hair. They were all wearing identical black leather uniforms.
I stiffened as the woman took a step forward. When she was almost upon me I lashed out with my claws, growling. She jumped back and I grinned. The next minute I'm up against the wall being held there by the guy with the weird hair. I winced as he jarred my wound, but I didn't cry out. I glared at him. He brought his free hand up and formed a fist. Three metal claws slid out of the glove. The claws rested on my throat. I knew that if I moved I'd be dead. Bleeding on the floor.
"What the hell was that for?" He growled
"Get off me," I growled back.
I raised both my hands to his wrist with the claws and gripped it tight; I forced his hand back a bit. The effort made my wound twinge and I felt liquid run down my side as blood continued to pour freely from my wound and down my leg. My head jerked round when I heard movement. The woman was approaching me again. The other guy was walking towards me on the other side as well.
Any colour I had left in my face vanished as I realised that I was trapped. My eyes were darting from one to the next. My arms were straining from the effort of holding the guy's claws away from my neck.
"Logan," The woman said, "Let her go, she didn't get me and she needs help."
The man who was holding me against the wall loosened his grip and the claws slid back into his hand. I let go of his arm warily, incase he tried to spike me. He let go of me completely and I leaned against the wall for support. My vision was starting to blur. I shook my head to clear it.
"We want to help you," The woman said to me, "We can take you to a place where you'll be safe."
I didn't answer her. Dozens of escape routes were flying though my head. Which one could I choose? I didn't have enough energy to phase through anything so that was out. The guy who needed to see a proper hairdresser was a lot stronger than me. I glanced at him. He was a few meters away from me now. The woman was approaching cautiously from my left. And the guy with the visor…wait. Where was he?
My head whipped around. I couldn't see him anywhere. I tensed and unsheathed my claws. I hadn't realised that I sheathed them. The guy tensed and unsheathed his claws again. The woman was almost to me. She took another step. I swung a claw at her aiming for her head. I jerked to a stop.
My arm had stopped inches from her face. I struggled to move it. I told my muscles to move. They didn't. I felt my arm being forcefully shoved down so it was out of the way. My eyes flickered to the woman. She was holding her hand out, directed towards me. I was completely powerless. She had complete control over me. Apart from speech.
"Kill me then," I said simply.
"Why would I want to do that?" She asked in a shocked tone.
"Why not?" I asked, "You have me in your power. I tried to attack you. I'm wounded-"
I was cut off by her.
"We want to help you," She said, "Not kill you. There is a safe place for mutants. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
"Why do ya want me?" I asked.
"Professor Xavier would like you to join up," She replied, "We came to pick you up."
"Saying if I came with ya," I said, "How the hell would we get there?"
"Like this," she answered, pointing above us.
I looked up and saw a massive black jet. If possible I paled even further. I hated flying. I always had. I watched as the jet landed on the roof of the building I was leaning on.
"Hell no," I said, fear clearly in my voice.
"It's just a plane kid," Said a gruff voice.
My head jerked to the speaker. The guy with claws. I glared at him.
"It's not a long flight," The woman said.
I glanced at her.
"I'm not getting on that," I said, "I'll get to the school my own way."
I looked back at the jet. Next thing I know, arms are wrapped around my body, trapping my arms. The woman released her hold on me. Instinct takes over. I threw my body forward, trying to shake him off. The only thing that I managed to do is tear my wound more. The bolt of pain was so unexpected that I finally cried out.
I felt my feet leave the ground. The guy had picked my up, still keeping my arms trapped. He was making his way towards the plane. I struggled against his hold. No use, he was way too strong. As we neared the plane, panic started to build up inside me. I redoubled my efforts to escape. He felt him struggle to hold onto me for a split second. Then he was back in control.
He boarded the plane with me still struggling in his arms. He placed me into one of the seats and tied me in. I struggled to get out, but only succeeded to tear my wound more. My movements came to a sudden stop. The woman was sitting to the side of me, hand held towards me.
"Please stop struggling," She said, "It will make your wound worse. My name is Jean Grey. The guy who is piloting is Scott Summers and the other is Logan. What's your name?"
I glared at her but answered her question anyway, "Kat. Kat Thorn."
A smile highlighted her face. I watched as she moved towards me. Her movements were confident, but still wary.
"I'm just going to check your wound, okay?" she said.
I didn't answer. It wasn't like I was going anywhere. I watched her as she pulled the edge of my shirt up. The wound was beginning to clot, and my shirt had started to get stuck. I clenched my teeth to stop the pain.
"This will probably hurt," She said.
With that she jerked my shirt up and out of the wound. I immediately tensed and my claws slid out of their own accord. I watched as she examined the wound. My breathing was starting to become ragged. She was making it hurt a hell of a lot. I forced my claws back in.
My eyes flickered towards the front and I saw a big window. My eyes widened as I watched the world fly fast at fast speeds. I managed to dig my fingers into the fabric of the chair. My mind was going into panic mode. My claws were sliding in and out on their own accord.
My breathing became more laboured as I started to panic more. I strained against the control that Jean was holding me under. I wanted to get off the plane. My eyes were wild, flicking around the interior was the plane. Trying to figure out a way to escape. If I ever got free of Jean's hold.
"Kat,"
I heard my name being called, I looked around I saw Jean looked at me with a concerned look on her face. As soon as my eyes locked onto hers, my panic skyrocketed. I found it hard to breathe. It felt like my lungs were on fire. I couldn't get any oxygen into them. My eyes broke from Jean's and I felt them roll back in my head. I vaguely heard shouting before my world went black.
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