At 5:30 A.M., I woke with a headache of epic proportions of pain. Not to mention in both my arms from below the elbows to the back of my hands, pain resided there as well. Even in these circumstances I performed my morning stretch, sitting up and lifting my hands above my head in fist which caused the pain to explode. Profanities erupted from my mouth in soft tones. I groaned, then growled, stood erect and completed the standard morning rituals of getting dress, brushing my teeth and yawning. I went outside and went to water the animals.

I woke up abruptly from the memory of my past and the first thought that went though my head was Nope, hell no; I am not going though thatagain. I looked around. I was in the top of a bunk bed with a painted red saw blade nailed to the head of the top bunk, a katana resting on hooks at the foot and two adamantium coated throwing knife stuck in each pole of the bed. If women found sharp things hot, I'd be a bigger playboy than Tony Stark. I realized I had thought aloud and everyone in X-Force base had heard it.

"Next time you think about that, try to keep in your head," came a voice for below me.

"Shut up, James."

James was one of the many problems for me. My best friend was a mutant like me. Exactly like me, but not exactly a mutant, unlike me. "I'm gonna get some breakfast," I said as I jump from my perch. I landed with a thud, but still no my feet with out a break in my form.

"Just do it quietly," he responded.

As I herded myself to the cafeteria, I let my thought fly.

I turned on the hose and stuck it in the trough. I closed my eyes and, being tired, thought about the donkey. The sound of water overflowing didn't disturb me, but the sound of a heavy hoof plopping in water did. Open eyes revealed a shaggy donkey in front of me. Smiling I reached though the barbed fence to pet it and cut myself. I withdrew my arm to see but in the shadow cast by a tree I couldn't see if I was cut. I didn't matter. The pain from my arms made the other pains irrelevant. I turned off the hose and went to water the pigs. I grabbed the hose by their waters and turned it on. No water came out due to a kink, which as fixed and resulted in my "injured" arm getting wet. I wiped the liquid off as the hose was placed in the pigs' water. I could tell by the feeling of my arm I had not been cut.

I finished outside and went inside. Gazing at my arm revealed at scar. Perplexed, I stared. My stepdad, Alex came out and told me to go water the animals. Protesting only made him yell and me submit. Once everything was done I headed to school. Ah, school the escape from the hellhole of home and now a hellhole itself involving pop quizzes and whiny principles that won't get off your back about crap you stopped caring about long ago. The return home was painful. Not painful like earlier because the pain in my upper limbs stopped, but painful to my ears. You can only listen to somebody complain about the same thing for eight years before you get tired of it. Something I did long ago. Arriving home, I changed and went to do my chores, read a book, set the table and eat dinner. You know the norm.

Once I finished in the kitchen, I performed my post-dinner rites: shower, read and pick out clothes for tomorrow. Completing those I laid in bed, and as I laid there I heard the parental control units arguing. It was pretty intense; I thought about going out my self to intervene, but I didn't do so in till I heard the sound of one being slapped followed by my mother screaming about not being touch then my thoughts became actions, actions involving one my pocket knives. I left the room and pocketed my knife.

"LEAVE HER ALONE," I roared. Alex turned face livid. "GO TO BED!"

I snapped back to reality. I almost ran in to the door. I went inside and approached the tall cabinet and gazed inside for cereal. All there was was freakin' Cheerios!

"AUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!" I roared. "Who want cereal for old people?!" I slammed shut the cabinet. I knew why we only had Cheerios left. A comatose Nikki, another one of my problems, was eating all the good stuff via her cohort in crime Shizno James, who been feeding them to her. I walked to a smaller pantry and reached in till I felt the back panel, which if removed revealed a safe that when had the proper code unlocked to reveal its goodies.

After pouring myself a bowl of marshmallow treasure, I placed my stash back in its hidey-hole, took a table and dug in as my memories came back to me.

"After you leave this fucking house," I responded, with not the greatest choice of words in front of my mother. I revealed my now open knife. He grabbed me by my throat. Tears watered my eyes, not tears of fear or sadness, but tears of one who is extremely frustrated. Though teary, oxygen deprived vision; I saw my fist draw back in a punch for I had dropped my knife and punched. The scene turned crimson with blood-

A man with dark brown hair walked into the cafeteria wearing a white muscle shirt and sweat pants.

"Hey," said my father, the, more or less, famous Wolverine.

"Morning' Logan," I replied. Logan approached the kitchen looked inside the fridge and decided on a beer to go with the breakfast burger from the freezer. Ah, beer and sausage sandwiches, the breakfast of champions. I snickered at my dad's choice of food. He sat in front of me.

"What's so funny?" Wolverine asked.

"I don't know if it's more funny or sad," I replied. "You have unique food choices."

"And you can do better?"

"I don't drink." That was a bit of a lie. James and I have a stash of hardcore alcohol, whiskey and some hard liquor. James "hit it up" more than I did.

"Keep it that way," Logan said as he took a large swig almost emptying the can, as I took my bowl to the sink to wash it. Be hind me I heard a vacuum like noise and some brimstone dust hit my neck.

"Hey, Kurt," I turned. There stood a blue demon like humanoid with a sweater and sweat pants. In front of him was a blond man in an outfit like my father.

"And Wade. You're up early." I said.

"Well, your sharp playboy thought woke everybody up. Nightcrawler just got me out of bed," Deadpool /Wade snapped.

"Don't blame me. I spend too much time around you."

Wade snickered as he retrieved a morning burrito from the freezer. That was the moment Psylocke decide she had enough beauty sleep with Fantomx.

"The love birds are up," report Deadpool with his face stuffed with a burrito.

"Do all Americans act this way?" Fantomx questioned my dad.

"No, just the immature ones," was the response.

"Hey," Wade cried.

"I have our missions if anyone cares," interrupted Psylocke.

"I better go," I said. I wasn't allowed to know the missions, much less go on them. I left the room, but I looked back. Logan had confusion on his face. He never understood me, or I him for we were different people, but both could not connect to anyone. Like the night I—

Withdrawing my fist as Alex's hand released my neck I saw shiny blades that had came out of my fist. He grabbed his wound I believe; I still couldn't see properly. I turned and ran to my room. I felt alone. I was alone. Quickly I emptied my backpack of books threw clothes in there, grabbed a smaller black bag, opened its front pocket and threw my phone charger, laptop charger, several batteries and 556 dollars in there. In the main pocket more clothes and a blanket. Put my backpack on first than my other bag on, I opened my window and watched in pain as my new metal claws came from my fist and I cut though the screen I ran up some road though a forest and several towns stopping only for supplies and a tiny pop up tent and continued my journey to nowhere in particular. For a while I stayed alone.

I reach the dorm I shared with James.

"Hey, you decent, Shizno?" I called.

"No. I'm James and I'm just getting out of bed," was the response.

I walked in. In the standard sleep clothes was James. He black hair, which had lighted a bit to brown, was lacking its Vaseline and was wild. Sitting in his bed he wasn't very opposing, but make him mad and I quote "get the hell out of his way". He stretched as I walked by to our closet.

"Is everybody else up?" James asked.

"Of course" I replied as I entered the closet. Shutting the door, I picked some jeans, and t-shirt that read "Kill them all", and my favorite jacket. My jacket was college style with leather sleeves, high pockets, and 91 in blue outline by white on the black cloth, cuffs with blue stripe outline with white on black, and the lowest part of the jacket to match the cuffs. As I changed I tried to mentally invade the thoughts of the X-force team in the cafeteria. I was blocked by Psylocke, who know I liked to spy. Just ask her underwear draw. Nothing was in there. I came out of the closet changed. James had changed into jeans and a shirt that had a hazard sign on it.

"I would wait if I were you. Their giving out missions," I advised.

"Noted,"

We sat in silence.

"Have you checked Nikki?" James asked.

"No,"

"I better go do that," He stood up.

"Oh not you don't. James, I know you and Nikki are, well… Point is you need to take care of yourself. Check on her after you eat," I said as I grabbed the back of his shirt. "Go get some food."

He said fine, I let him go and went to the cafeteria. I checked to make sure, as I did so I smiled as I remember the first time I met Logan.

I had been on the run for several weeks almost two months. I decided to stop at a near empty bar. Inside was a man at the bar with dark brown hair, a leather jacket and jeans. I sat down four stools away from him.

"No minors in here, bub," he said. I ignored him. The bartender came out from the back. He said the same thing.

"A water, really. It's hot out," I muttered. The bartender refused. My hands that lay on the bar clenched into fist.

"That age discrimination. Now do you want my money or not?" I spoke a little louder than last time.

"He said no. Now beat it, kid," said the man with the dark brown hair.

I stood up and faced him. My claws came out. They still hurt, but I overlooked the pain. He looked surprised. I didn't care for the bartender; he passed out when my claws emerged. The man stood up and mimicked my stance. From his fist claws like mine came out. Call me crazy (, which I'm not. I'm insane), but I laughed. He cocked his head, mystified. In all honest I was confused too. I shrugged my shoulders and my bags came off. I jumped on the stool next to me and used it to launch myself at him. With my left hand above my head and once he was close, I raked my knifed fist down, scratching his face. I jumped back claws sheathed. He was on all fours, blood dripping from his face. Moments later he looked up the cuts were gone replaced by anger.

"Oh, shit" I exclaimed as he came rushing at me and delivered a right hook to my face registering me unconscious.

I heard a door open and poked my head out of my room. James had just entered the lunch room. I ran to follow him. Inside were my dad and James, who was having a fit about not being able to find where the Lucky charm scent was coming from.

"I smell them!" he cried, rooting though the cabinets. Logan and I locked eyes. He approached me, bent over and said "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone for the next two weeks."

"Okay." I sensed no emotion from him. I could have probed his mind, but my dad had gone though some stuff I didn't care to visit. He stood up and walked to the door without a glance back.

"I give up. On a side note are we sure he's your dad?" Shizno asked.

"Did I ever tell you how I found out?"

"No."

"Sit down and I'll tell you."

"Hang on" He said, went to the refrigerator and grabbed a leftover taco. "Okay, now you can talk"

"I woke up in the back of a van. I didn't move, make a noise or open my eyes. I lay there for a while in thought collecting my thoughts and finally though cracked eyes gazed about. I was in the back of a van in a sleeping bag against a wall, facing the front. My bags were in a corner. A man was driving. He didn't notice me. I silently crept for the cloth womb—"

"Wait. Did you just compare a sleeping bag to a pregnant woman?" James interrupted.

"Shut up. I silently crept for the cloth womb and sat in the seat next to him, for there was a small alley between the two, and sat down. He looked at me.

'I'm Logan' he said

'What do you want from me?' I asked. I dealt with child molesters in the past and their 'private' extremities normally were removed from their bodies. He looked at me and sighed.

'Do you know what mutants are?'

'No'

'They're people like us… people with special… abilities.' He said. I grunt in response.

'Doesn't answer my question.' I said my tone dripping with aggravation."

"Stop with the story teller description already" James cried.

"'I'm taking you to a school for people like us'

'Mutants you mean.'

'Yes' he sighed. We sat in silence. It was broken by my stomach whining about food. Logan opened a compartment and gave me a Twinkie. I ate graciously. Once finished I went back to the sleeping bag.

'Logan' I called. He turned. 'I'm Harley.' I went to sleep."

"God. What a dramatic conclusion," He snickered. "But you didn't say how you found out he's your dad."

"Let me finish. Interrupt me again and I cut you. Damn," I snapped.

"When I woke up we were going down a driveway. Logan got out, looked back and called 'C'mon'. I followed. My gaze was filled with a mansion. The Wolverine escorted me inside to an office. In there was a bald old man staring out the window. He turned; I realized he was in a wheelchair.

'Logan, you found another young one, haven't you?' he asked. Logan nodded then turned and left me and the old man alone.

'I am Professor— '"

"Xavier!" James cried.

"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH" I yelled. My claws unsheathed and promptly went into James leg.

"OOOOOOWWWWW! Fucking hell!" He cried as he fell from his seat. I also fell for I was laughing too hard. It was at that moment he decided to stab me with his adamantium claws.

"Ahh!" I said. Fortunately, my healing factor was a lot faster than James's, which meant when he fainted from pain I got up, pushed him into a sitting position and began repeatedly slapping the back of his head until he woke up. James, backwards I might add, head butted my testicles.

"JESUS!" I cried and fell back with James. A minute later and everything was fine. We laughed. It was nice to forget all the things around you and just have fun with someone you consider a sibling.

"I wish Nikki were here to join us" I stated.

"Yeah," Shizno agreed. He suddenly started to weep. Seeing a friend who I considered a sibling like this about his, er, friend and my friend I also began to weep. She had saved us from full blown mental insanity and with her gone we might never get to say thank you.