Logan fumed silently as he stalked through the streets. Xavier wanted him to get a girl, a powerful girl, a wanted girl, and take her back to the Westchester Mansion. Normally, someone would talk to her parents, take her there by talking.

But not in this case.

She had been discovered living on the streets when she was nine by the anti mutant sentiment. Her powers were great and vast, making her a constant threat. A year later, Xavier learned about this strange girl.

And, apparently, he may need to take her by force. Xavier told him she would become safer with them. And to inject her with the syringe her had given him if all failed.

The girl lurked in the shadows, and he barely managed to see her.

"Who are you?" He called out. But he knew who she was.

Dark blue eyes blinked at him. Innocently. But Logan had seen pictures of the destructions she had caused.

"Who are you?" She shot back.

"Logan," He growled.

"Fate." She sounded as if she were smirking.

"Where are you from, girl?" Logan asked irritated.

"I believe I said my name was Fate. And I don't believe that's any of your concern," She stepped out of the shadows, sizing him up.

"I know you're a mutant," Logan growled.

"Do you now?" Fate smirked.

"Will you come with me?"

"To get prodded and tested at as lab rat? Let me think about that," She replied sarcastically.

"I'm from the X-Men. I was sent to take you somewhere where you can be safe," Logan was dead annoyed.

"Yes. And I'm a hundred foot pink bunny whose best friend is a giraffe. Nice to try. I'm not falling for it." Fate growled.

"I'm mutant as well," Logan gave one last chance at talking to her. If that failed, he'd drug her. And if that failed, he was going to drag her back by her hair the entire way.

Logan got a better look at her as she shifted weight. She wore a tattered tee shirt, showing off tanned arms covered in scars. Skinny jeans cover her legs, with a pair of worn converse on her feet. Her hair, near white, was covered in a layer of dust, making it look darker. But he could see the ice blue tips. She was skinny, too skinny actually. Her eyes held haunted pain. Dark red lips were turned into a smirk.

"Like I said, hundred foot bunny," Fate rolled her eyes. Logan just looked around the empty street, and then took out his silver claws.

Fate's eyes widened a fraction, but she remained calm.

Instead, she just unfolded her arms and allowed them to blaze fire, ice blue fire.

Her scars lit up ice blue, and the tips of her hair seemed brighter. "And that's not all I can do." Her voice echoes out with a haunted ring to it.

And she had no control over it.

Now Logan understood Xavier's urgency to get her to the institute. Why he had gotten a room placed especially for her.

He ducked a bolt of ice fire and looked up and saw she was holding a sword of fire.

"Stay away from me," her voice screeched. The sky darkened and lightning blasted. He took the syringe and began charging for the girl, only to narrowly miss being sliced with her sword.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Her voice howled in the wind.

"I'm trying to help you," Logan yelled over the whirling wind.

"YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU LEFT ME ON THE STREETS TO DIE! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Her voice shook the earth. Her emotions were taking over her powers, making her more and more unstable. But with her emotions controlling her, she would soon become more and more tired. Weaker.

He saw a piece of pipe lying on the ground and managed to grab it before she attacked him again. Whirling toward her he placed himself on defense.

She began attacking him viciously, and he refused to relent. Minutes past before she started to fade. Her emotions spiraled downward. Her sword began to flicker out before fading entirely from existence. She fell to her knees and grasped her head.

"Stop it, please stop it, please," Fate whispered shaking. Her bright blue scars turned back to white, and her hair tips were normal.

Logan grabbed the syringe and jabbed it into her arm, preventing her from using her powers. She screamed and forced herself to her shaking feet and held her fists out.

"Face it. You've lost," Logan said, grabbed her arm tightly.

"Don't touch me," She hissed.

Logan ignored her and began pulling her down the streets when she passed out.

He growled to himself and picked the girl up.

'This was going to be a tough case,' Logan thought to himself.

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Well, that's that for the first chapter.

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