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Chapter 1: Kid
"So what are we looking for again?" The clawed mutant asked with a huff, taking a glance from his place on the ship at Storm. She looked at the ship's radar and turned the craft to the left a little before answering the man.
"Another mutant. Xavier said she was around here." Storm simply explained.
"She?"
"Yep." Storm nodded. "A girl. A kid actually, if you wanna be technical." Logan grunted in response.
"Aren't they all kids?" Cyclops mused from his seat. "I mean the mutants we're always looking for, aren't they almost always kids?" Storm nodded again, turning the ships wheel to the left again.
"Yes. But Xavier made a point to tell us this one was a child. So I'm a little curious what the difference is." She shrugged in her seat. "We're coming up on the drop spot, buckle in boys."
"Yes ma'am." The two men sighed.
(On The Ground Not Too Far Away)
She ran. And ran. And ran. Then tripped. She flipped over the small rock and went barreling down the rocky hill, hitting her head multiple times in the process. When she hit a fallen tree limb, it caused her to flip and crash into the cold forest floor.
"Ouch…" The tiny girl mumbled, her white hair was stained in brown-dirt patches from hitting the ground and mud over and over during her run. It stuck to her face and body, probably caused by the fact her hair was as long as her tiny body itself.
"There she is!" A man on top of the rocky hill bellowed to his hunting pals. The girl's eyes went wide, then she stood unsteadily before running again. "Shoot her!" He yelled to the man with a rifle.
As she ran she thought she saw a silver thing streak across the sky, but it was hard to tell with her running for her life and the treetops blocking off most of the sky. Unfortunately, she wasn't paying attention like she should have, and suddenly felt a sharp burn in her left leg, causing her to shriek in pain and fall to the floor again.
"Nice shot man!" One of the three guys cheered at his buddies aim. He had shot her right in the back of the knee. She screamed in pain, clutching her wounded knee. As the three came closer she panicked. Now what? She can't run. Obviously. She can't fight, at least not normally. She'd kill them, and she wasn't a murderer. She'd let them kill her first. But she didn't want to die. She was afraid of death, like she didn't like the dark.
"Ok what first?" The one who shot her said, pointing the rifle at her head.
"No man, that would kill her!" The biggest man said. "We don't want the kid not to feel anything."
"Good point." He moved the gun to her right shoulder blade. "Here?"
"Better." His friend, the third one, with a knife, grinned.
(Back a little)
"A kid is running around in this?!" Cyclops griped, nearly tripping over the rocks. It was nearly dusk, and he couldn't see a fucking thing. Dusk and fog do not mix well.
"Not as weird as that oil plant last month." Logan grumbled back.
"He was a fire using mutant! It at least made sense!" Was the snappy reply.
"Oh shut up." The clawed one barked.
"Make me!"
"Ladies shut up!" Storm snapped, running a few yards ahead of them.
Suddenly a gun shot was heard, followed by a shrill screech of pain that would make anyone sick in the stomach.
"Found her." The Wolverine muttered, kicking his sprint up a notch. After a minute or so, another shot was heard, followed by the same shriek. That's when he made it to the scene.
Three men, obviously hunters, were circled around a pile of white, brown, and red. It was a small child. The kid was yelling in pain, clutching her leg and shaking. The men above her were laughing. That's when Logan saw red cloud his vision.
(The girl)
"Ok where next?" The bigger one smiled down at their handy work so far. The one with the knife pointed his sharp object at her fingers. "Perfect. What do you think Barry?" He looked over to where his rifle buddy was to see him gone. Well not standing. His body was crumpled on the floor, his head was bouncing away.
"Ya know I'm really interested in finding out why three hunters like yourselves are after a little kid like this." A gruff voice made him whip around to see a man with three claws pointed at his throat.
"None of your business." The one with the knife barked. In one quick movement, Logan had grabbed him, slashed through his torso, and flipped him over his body, landing with a loud thud. The last one screamed and ran for it. Logan began following,but a small shuffle made him turn around. The girl was now standing and slowly trying to make a break for it, limping agonizingly and sniffling, trying not to cry.
"Hey kid." He said, sheathing his claws and taking some steps towards the child that barely came up to his hip. When she heard him stepping closer, she turned to him and glared, yet fear was as clear as day.
"Stay away from me!" She yelled, just as Storm and Cyclops made it to the area.
"Logan what happened?" Storm coughed out, surveying the scene around them.
"Just a pest problem. Don't worry about it." He growled, before turning back to the shivering kid that was taking glances at the three adults. Cyclops pointed at her.
"Is that the kid?" He asked, making said child stiffen and back up a few steps. Storm nodded. Logan took another step towards her, which made her take three more back.
"Chill kid, I ain't gonna hurt ya." She shook her head.
"Those guys said that too! And look at what happened!" She spat out. Logan groaned, mentally cussing the crap out of the three pricks that made his job so much worse. He looked back at Storm and Cyclops.
"Lemme take care of the Kid, you guys handle that would ya?" He motioned to the mess he caused. Storm nodded, knowing too many people would scare the little girl. Cyclops gave him a glare as he followed Storm, carrying a decapitated body.
"Yes your highness! I love cleaning up your messes!" He spat, yet followed the weather Mutant, leaving Logan with the tiny, pissed off, hurt, sad, shivering Kid.