Chapter 1

She'd think after being alive for so long, she should be used to the strong smell of sweat, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and vomit coming from the humans in the roadhouse. Of course, it was like a kick in the stomach each time she smelt something horrible. She scrunched her nose up in disgust and pulled the hooded coat closer to her body, while trying to get past the humans.

She sat down in a dark corner away from everything, hidden from viewers. The roadhouse looked like every other one she's passed through, men drinking and women flirting. When she relaxed and her senses got use to the horrible smells of humans, she could smell a touch of...mutants in the air. There was more than one, but looking around the roadhouse, they had left not long after she arrived.

Scanning the roadhouse again, nothing had changed except for a middle age man who was watching her with great interest. Attention was always bad.

She finished her second drink and the man was still staring. People these days don't know manners. She stood up from her seat and headed for the backdoor. Her gut was telling her to get the hell out of there. She fixed the straps on her backpack, getting ready for another long walk for the next roadhouse or town.

She was walking in the forest, when she heard a something snap to her left. She looked around her and couldn't see anything. The musky smell of the forest was all she could smell.

The tingling feeling of having someone following her was running through her body, she hated being the prey.

When she walked into a clearing she stopped, she hadn't even noticed til now. The forest was silent. No birds, only the faint sound of a stream nearby. She was straining her ear to hear something, there it was, the 'click'.

A group of men surrounded her and started shooting. There was no escape. She looked down at the sting in her arm and saw a dart in there, her version was getting blurry. She fell down on her knees, trying to shake off the sleep. The man from the roadhouse was standing in front of her smiling and then the forest went black.

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Everything slowly became clear, the drugs from the dart was wearing off. Looking at her surrounding she was in a van with cells, there were a couple of other mutants in a cell of their own. Pair of guards was at the end playing poker. The guards were dressed in army clothes, they smelt human. She tugged at the chains above her head, trying to loosen then around her hands. No such luck.

She wanted to kick herself for being so stupid, she hadn't lived this long to be caught by smelly humans. What would her father say? She left out a sign, she knew he'd be frowning at her disappointed. With everything he taught her before dying at war, she still managed to get caught.

The van came to a rough stop, making her swing from side to side, her hands rubbing painfully against the chain. The guards stood up to straighten their uniform and opened the doors.

The afternoon light shined into the back of the van, hurting her eyes for a moment. Men in the same uniform were lined up outside the van. They started taking the mutants out of the van, each mutant had a group of men surrounding them.

This was her time to escape, the group of men wouldn't be any problem for her. The escape plan was crushed when she saw their guns loaded with darts, she won't get far from them.

She was the last to be taken out. The guard stepped in front of her and unlocked the chain from the top of the van so he could led her out without having her hands free. She walked calmly out of the van and looked around her surroundings. They were...she didn't know where she was. A huge building stood in front of her and she could see a couple of other mutants being led inside.

She tugged back on her chains and almost sent the guard to the ground but a guard beside her hit her with the side of his gun in the ribs. She let out a feral growl at the guard and went to hit him when she saw a mutant. Yes, she's seen mutants before, but why was he helping humans bring in mutants? He wore a red shirt and army pants with two swords strapped to his back. He had his arms cross standing at the door way of the building. She could see him checking her out. There was a small frown on his face when he first saw her, but it soon turned into a smirk.

The guards pulled her into the building, she went to fight back when a blade was held to her throat. "Now, now darling behave." The man in the red shirt had one of his blades at her neck. If he wasn't aiming for her neck, she would have snapped at the guy for threatening her. The tug of the chain around her wrists cut off her glare with the man, and they continued walking.

She was pushed into a grey room, it looked more like an interview room. Two guards stepped into the room and tied her up to the wooden chair in the middle of the room. She could feel the chains digging into her skin, and the smell of her own blood filled the room.

The two guards stood at either side of the room watching her. She smirked when she realised the guard from earlier. He had a nice bruise appearing on his face from when he fell to the ground.

The door opened and a couple of men stepped through, the mutant guy with the swords and another older looking human. The mutant followed the human around like a shadow, they stopped in front of her. "I'm Colonel William Stryker and you are?" She stared at him "What's your name?" no answer again. "What can you do?" The only answer he got was a hiss from her.

He held his hand out and the mutant handed him a small blade, he stabbed it into her leg and pull it out, putting the blade to her throat. "Name." She was about to tell him to piss off when the mutant spoke.

"Stryker." The mutant nodded at her leg. He looked down at the leg he just stabbed and found it healed, only blood showing what actually happen before.

"You heal..." His sentence trailed off, deep in thought. "Name?"

"Don't you have a file of some sort on me, check that." She knew he didn't have a file on her, no one did. Well unless they went digging back to WW1.

"Name?" The frustration was becoming clear in his voice. She didn't want to push him too far.

"Katharine." He whispered her name under his breath, he was far from finishing his questions.

"Parents?"

"Dead." He didn't need to know anything else.

"Names of your parents?" This guy didn't want to give up.

"Elizabeth Smith and Victor Creed." She saw the mutant stiffen and she could smell the worry and questions. Stryker stood up straight and looked her in the eyes. Before she could figure what was happening Stryker and the mutant left the room in a flash.

She stared at the door in confusion until her attention was moved to a sound on her right. She turned, and got back handed by the guard. "Pay back is a bitch." His fist punched her in the stomach. She couldn't do anything but stay chained to the chair, putting up with every punch. She had to hand it to the man, he can throw a punch. He hit her so hard, that her head snapped backwards and the chair fell onto its back. The hard floor hit the back of her head, sending pain through her body. She could feel blood from her nose running down her cheek, her nose had healed stopping it from bleeding any further. He kicked her in the ribs. Now he was just getting low, kicking is filthy fighting. She tensed getting ready for the next kick, but nothing happened.

She opened her eyes to see the guard held up against the wall, gasping for air. But it wasn't the guard she was interested in, it was the mutant choking the life out of him. He was meant to be dead.

"Kat." Jimmy. He was kneeling down beside her. Her Jimmy, Her uncle Jimmy.
He fixed the chair up and started undoing the chains. It smelled like Jimmy, but it didn't make sense. They were meant to be dead.

Her attention was brought back to the mutant and the guard. He hadn't age one bit, not that she excepted him too. "I don't like people hitting what's mine." His voice was calm, he was always at his worse when he sounded to calm. She couldn't help but smirk at the guard. She loved it when her father got like this.

Jimmy helped her stand up and put an arm around her waist, just in case she wasn't feeling alright. Not that Kat would admit to being weak, especial with Victor in the room. "Leave him be."

Victor glared at his brother, his eyes slid over to the young feral standing next to him. His cub. He let the guard's throat loose before pulling back his arm and hitting the guard in the face. No one messes with his cub. He left the interview room still shaking with rage, Jimmy and Kat were following behind him.

On the way to their floor, they passed Stryker who looked shocked seeing Kat with them. Victor pointed a finger at him, his claws growing longer with anger. "We're going to talk soon." They left Stryker in the corridor and headed for their floor.

When they entered their floor, she could hear other mutants. Her father was walking in front and she could smell the rage flowing off him. Jimmy was walking silently beside her but she could feel him watching her.

She guess they were in a lounge room, the TV and couch gave it away. A very...huge man and a black man were sitting on the couch watching the TV. The huge man saw us. "Wade isn't going to leave you alone about this."

"Shut up Fred." Victor snapped back at the huge man, Fred. He continued walking and she followed, leaving Jimmy with Fred.

We walked into a kitchen, he was looking through draws putting out cloths and running a sink of warm water. He turned around and picked her up, sitting her on the kitchen bench. He made her feel like a little cub again. "Take your coat off." That was the first thing her father said to her after not seeing him for decades. She didn't whine like she wanted to, she followed his orders taking her coat off. She could feel and smell the dry blood on her clothes and skin.

He turned back around to her holding a damp cloth and slowly cleaned the blood off her face. She didn't know why he just didn't send her to a shower, she wouldn't have any cut to prove the fight but...her ribs were a different story. She couldn't heal as fast as her father, apart from that and his anger problems, she was a spitting image of her father, of Victor. "Hold still." She didn't even notice she was moving, but she stopped anyway.

He pushed the hair from out of her face and stared at her. Why was she here? She was meant to be with her mother. He knew it was pointless cleaning the blood off looking for cuts, but he wanted to make sure that his cub was healthy. All her cuts were healed except for the bruise on her chin which was starting to heal. Her long wavy black hair was a mess, blood and dirt suck through it. Her green eyes were looking around the kitchen, trying to avoid his blue eyes. Apart from the eyes and sex, they looked the same. No mistake about her being his cub.

He was aware of the team standing near the door way listening, Jimmy walked into the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge, before leaning against the wall watching. "Your clear, go take a shower."

She went to jump off the bench but a sharp pain in her ribs made her hiss out in pain. Victor sat her back on the bench in front of him. She could feel the rage flowing from his body again. He poked her in the ribs and she growled at him. He growled back at her in warning. "Put up with the pain, and have a shower. Come see me than." He walked away from her, leaving her with Jimmy.

Her father was never the kind cuddly type but...his changed in the years. They always had a good relationship, he taught her everything she needed to know about surviving while Jimmy and mother home school her.

"He handled the situation pretty well Kid. How about that shower?" Jimmy helped her off the bench and leading her to the bathroom.

The men's bathroom that was where she was showering. Jimmy was standing out the men's bathroom keeping guard. One- so on one could walk in. two- in case she need help. Jimmy was worried about her, sure she didn't heal as fast as the rest of her family, but that didn't mean he needed to get overprotective. Though Jimmy had always been the caring one. She have thought he would have change like her father did, but it was nice to have one solid thing that hadn't changed over the decades.

She sat in another grey room, but this one was a small medical room. She was sitting in front of her father again in shorts and a bra. He was poking at her ribs again, she held in the growls this time. "This is going to hurt." Without any more warning he cracked her rib back into place. She let out a howl, stringed with curses. He grabbed a bandage and started wrapping it tightly around her ribs. "That should do it." Again he left her sitting on a bench, but this time in a medical room.

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