She sat in the middle of the old, blue truck between her grandparents as they rode to their farm. The bumpy, dirt road caused them to bounce in the seat while they drove. They smiled and giggled together as they talked about the day's events at the market.

"I can't believe you did that." Her grandfather chuckled, reffering to when she started dancing in the middle of the market and urging others to join in. "You're just like your mother."

Eleven year old Katie Pickerell lowered her head as she remembered her spunky, beautiful mother who had died only two months prior to that day. Her grandmother took her hand and gently squeezed it, letting her know that it was okay to think about it. Katie looked up as something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. "Papaw, stop." She said gently and put her hand on his arm. She watched as a man, bulky from a distance, ran across their prarie, buck naked, and entered the supply barn. "Uh, I think there's a naked man in the barn."

She was right, because minutes later, her grandfather brought him inside. Her earlier observation was correct: he was majorly muscular, and majorly naked, except for the old potato sack that he held over his lower regions. He had dark, black hair that matched his facial hair, chest hair and the trail that led down his abdominals and into the potato sack. She quickly turned away, shooing away thoughts in her head that an eleven year old shouldn't think about.

"Katie?" Her grandfather asked. "Would you mind gettin' some of your daddy's clothes from the back room?"

She nodded. "Yes, Papaw." She walked into the room beside hers and opened the chest that held her father's old clothes. They had been in teh chest for almost two months, but they still smelled like him: a musky, wooden scent with a hint of pine and cologne. She picked a red flannel, a white tank top and some jeans with a pair of socks and picked up his old boots with her other hand. Katie couldn't help but hold the clothes to her chest and hug them, inhaling her father's smell.

A small tear welled in the corner of her eye and trailed down her cheek when she blinked as she walked into the kitchen where her grandparents were. "Papaw, here are the clothes."

"Thank you, dear." He said. "He's in the bathroom. I gave him a robe, so he should be covered up by now. When you get back, you can help your grandma set the table for dinner."

She nodded. "Okay." Katie turned away before her grandparents could notice the tear that she had failed to wipe away. She quietly knocked on the bathroom door. "Sir? I have some clothes for you to wear."

"It's unlocked." A gruff voice said from inside the bathroom, but she didn't go in. "Come on kid. I ain't gettin' up."

"Sorry." She said in a small voice as she opened the door. She was a little embarrassed by her behavior towards him. To be quite honest, she found him intimidating. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in her grandfather's blue robe, staring at the tile floor. "Here. They're my dad's clothes, but if Papaw says they'll fit, he's usually right."

Her face must have noticably fell, because he got up and took the cothes with a gentle smile. "Don't worry kid. I'm sure they'll fit." His smile was contagious, because she smiled as well. "Tell your grandpa that I'll be out in a minute."

She nodded and walked out of hte bathroom, closing the door behind her. Her cheeks were tinted pink. Was she developing a crush on the stranger? No! Mortified, she felt her cheeks deepen in blush as she went to help her grandmother with dinner. She went to pick up the silverware to set the table and her grandmother gasped. "Katie? Embarrassed, are we?"

"How can you tell?" She smiled a little.

"You're fading, darling."

"Crap!" She took a deep breath and returned to normal. "Sorry, Grandma." Ever since she was little, Katie had been able to alter her visibility to everyone else. Some called her a freak, some called her gifted, but she was known to the world as a mutant.

"That's alright, sweetheart. Just don't go completely invisible on me, okay?"

"Do you think that the guy in the bathroom will think I'm weird if it happens in front of him?"

Her grandmother shrugged. "Darling, I have no idea. If it does, he'll get over it sooner or later."

"I love you Grandma." Katie laughed as she sat down. A crash came from the bathroom that caused her and her grandmother to jump slightly, and then Katie chuckled, receiving stern looks from her grandfather. Moments later, the stranger came into the kitchen holding half of the bathroom sink, which looked like it had been sliced clean off, and Katie had a hard time holding back her laughter when he spoke.

"I swear, I'm going to pay for it."

Her grandfather shook his head. "Just, uh, sit it over there." He said as he gestured towards the kitchen counter.

"Come and sit down, son." Her grandmother said.

As he sat down, he looked at the three of them with gratitude. "I can't thank you three enough."

"It wouldn't have been decent to leave you out there to freeze." Her grandfather pointed out.

The stranger mumbled something under his breath. "What?" Katie's grandmother asked.

"Oh, nothing." He said. "I'm just not used to that word. So," he changed the subject. "I noticed your Chopper you've got out in the barn."

"You know motorcycles, huh?"

"Oh Lord," Katie looked at her grandmother. "Here we go."

The stranger continued, "I figured it was a '48 Panhead. Bought one new off the line."

Her grandfather scoffed. "I think you're a bit young for that, son."

"You must be exhausted." Her grandmother said. "You get a good night's sleep."

"In the barn." Her grandfather suggested, making Katie and the stranger smile. "Nothin' you can break out there."

Katie was curious about the stranger, so she snuck out into the barn around midnight to talk to him if he was awake. She altered her visibility to where she couldn't be seen before walking into the barn. Katie watched his head turn as the barn door opened, but he turned his attention back to what he was doing beforehand when he saw that no one was there.

Katie noticed that he was looking at blades that were coming out of his knuckles, three on each hand. Was he like her? Was he a mutant as well? She stared at his shirtless back; the muscles rippled under his skin when his arms moved. She felt her cheeks grow warm and her visibility wavered. Crap.

"Didn't your daddy ever tell you that it's not nice to spy on people?"

His voice made her jump. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"You're sorry for doing it, or you're sorry you got caught?"

"Maybe a little of both?" She said as she walked over to him. "So, is that what you are?" She held up her fists to indicate what she was talking about.

"Yeah." He stared at her with his warm, brown eyes. "What about you?" She made herself invisible, then walked over to him and tugged his hair. He smiled and shook his head. "Nice. So, can I ask you something?"

Katie nodded. "Go for it."

"What happened to your parents?"

"Oh, uh…" His question took her off guard, so she took a deep breath. "This guy… He wanted me for something. He tried to kidnap me, but he couldn't find me, so he told my parents to tell him, or he'd kill them. Well, you know what happened… He was a mutant, too. He had these… Nails… And he could run like nothing else, so I ran here."

She stared at the ground with tears threatening to spill before he wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright, Kid. You're still here. You're safe."

"What's your name?"

"Logan."

She laughed with her grandfather as they walked out to the barn to check on Logan. They walked in on him sitting on the Chopper. Katie held her father's old, leather jacket. She thought Logan might like it, so she asked her grandfather if it was okay, and he agreed.

"He should take the bike for a spin, shouldn't he, Katie?"

She nodded and handed Logan the jacket as her grandmother walked in with a tray of breakfast. "Oh," she said as Logan slipped the jacket on. "It fits you beautifully. I brought you some-" Her grandmother was cut off when a bullet sliced through her body, killing her before she hit the ground.

Katie screamed when another bullet killed her grandfather, who fell back into Logan. "No!"

"Kid!" Logan yelled. "Go into stealth mode and get on the bike!"

"There's only one seat!"

"Sit in front of me," he said as he climbed onto the Panhead. "They're comin' back around! Hurry up!" He pulled her by her arm and threw her onto the part of the seat in front of him. "You're not workin' very hard on your stealth, kid. Hold on." Logan said as he started the bike and drove out the door. The barn exploded behind them, the heat radiated onto their bodies and Katie's right arm caught a large wave of heat and flame and her skin burned in the flames.

"Logan, I can't hold on!" she screamed. She lost all feeling and control of her burned arm and he driving through the trees and hills was making it difficult to hold on. Her body fell limp as the pain from her arm took away her consciousness. "Logan, help-" But it was too late. Her body slipped and Logan couldn't catch her in time. Katie felt that everything was in slow motion as she fell to the ground below her, and she blacked out when she hit the ground and her head hit a rock with a sickening crunch.

So, this was a long ass chapter. More of a prologue, really. Since made me delete Be My Hero, I decided to make an X-Men fic :) This will start in Origins and go into the first one. Please review and tell me your thoughts :D