AN:
This story takes place in between Lost and Found. It's about Douglas. So anyone who wanted to know what happened to him, you got your wish! Warning: read Lost first! There are spoilers! :)
Douglas's POV:
I wandered through the streets, angry and confused. Wolverine had started the fight, so why did I get all the blame? He didn't have the right to beat me up just because I kissed the girl I loved. It wasn't my fault he liked her too.
I let out a long, sorrowful sigh.
"Well you seem happy," said a sarcastic voice from behind me. A large man stood there, smirking at me.
"Why don't you shut up?" I snapped, turning away.
"Why don't you make me?" The man said.
"Are you looking for a fight?" I asked, turning back to face him. "I'm really not in the mood right now, but maybe beating someone up would do me some good."
The man raised his fists. "You think you can beat me?"
I went Griffin. Claws extended from my hands, and wings sprouted from my back. Within seconds I had the man pinned against a nearby building. "Don't mess with me." I warned.
His eyes widened as he saw my wings and claws. "You're one of them," he breathed, "One of the mutants."
I nodded.
He yanked himself out of my grasp, and raced off into the night.
AN:
This won't be a very long story, probably only a few chapters. Then I'll get back to Found. Once I'm done with Found, I'm starting a new story based in the First Class era, about Xavier. It ties in to Lost a little, but it's really its own story.
- Dragonrider42