Introduction

Hi, I'm Alex. I bet you are wondering why the hell there is a random girl introducing herself. Yes I am a girl. I'm 15. I have brown/blackish hair and blue eyes. Just thought I'd get that straight before I continue. I guess this is the story of my life. Well, part of it. OKAY, let's continue.

Imagine yourself in a world where there are mutants that can do awesome things like shape shift and control the elements. They go to this weird institute. Everyone is frightened by them for no good reason. I mean, seriously, what kind of world is that? That, my friends, is my world. No, I have no awesome powers like the mutants. I am a normal kid. Yea, it sucks. My life has been a really screwed up story. I have met a whole bunch of awesome mutants though, so I am not a 'mutant-hater' as everyone else who's normal seems to be. My life takes a huge twist. Oh lucky me. Well as for the rest of the story, you'll just have to wait and see.

((Note, I do not own any of the Xmen characters or MDR or even FOH, but Alex and the gang members are my creation. The plotline is mine, Alright? ))

Alex POV

I was walking down the dirt path through the woods on the edge of the city with my dog, Fang. He was a black lab. Well, he was soaking wet because we had gone through a deep stream. I was soaked as well, and my ripped jeans and black long-sleeved shirt under my short sleeved shirt stuck to my body. It was midday and we were just walking. It gave me time to think. I liked to have time to think about anything. It was nice to get away from the guys at the warehouse. Yea, I live in an old abandoned warehouse with my gang. What? Yea, I was in a gang. They were my family now. My dog tag was jingling, so I put a hand on it to stop the clinging. I wondered why I even kept the vile dog tag on, after all that had happened.

It all started out when I was running away. From my foster home of course. I had no parents. I was the unloved. I couldn't stand being with the people I lived with, so I ran away. I went in search of my parents all over the country. It was such a blind goose-chase. All I had was a dog tag to show me who I was. And on that dog tag was just a name. All it had on it was a single name. It was the name of my father. All it said was "Logan". Very helpful information, right? Well I had found my father. He was not quite like I imagined him.

My newfound father's name was Logan Davis. He had lost a baby girl a long time ago, about the time I was born. We looked just like each other. At first I was excited until I got to know him. He turned out living in a beat up trailer somewhere in Missouri. And he killed all of my friends. And mom. He killed my best friend, JT, who was a mutant. I had met him in town one day and we had been friends since. He had super strength, and we used to hang out in the forest. He would toss me high in the air and I would touch the very tops of the trees. Then Logan killed him and all my other friends because he was a bloody drunk and didn't want me talking about his abuse toward my mother. I got so upset I took the trigger to his head. Then I ran.

I had been running ever since until Thorn, the gang leader took me in. I shook my head trying to get the memory of my father out of my mind. Yet for some reason the iron chain with the dog tag on it gave me comfort. Maybe it was that I knew, finally, who my parents had been. And how I was stronger than my mother. Possible how I stood up to my father. I sighed. I had to stop thinking of the past. I took Fang back to the warehouse and gave him some water to drink. I sat back against a wall for a smoke. The warehouse looked small but there was a lot of room inside, and it was old and wooden. It's a miracle nobody has tried to break it down yet. The room was filled with smoke and people gambling for money. Most of them were drunken bastards that had the latest imports of drugs and hand-held weapons. Yup, this was home. I was just dozing off when Thorn and Ace called me over to a circle. Great, they were daring each other. This was always fun. I got up and joined them.

"Alright, let's see. I think it is Alex's turn to be dared. Since she is such the daredevil," He said, turning to me, "I dare you to steal from that creepy mansion at the edge of the city." Ace said. Great, that mutant institute. That would be loads of fun. "I want to do the mansion on the other side of the city. That one is bigger and has more stuff." I say, trying to get out of robbing the creepy mutant mansion. "What, too scared, Alex? Is our very own 'ferocious beast' scared of a little mansion?" Ace taunted, and the others snickered. That I couldn't handle. I was not scared of anything. "I'll do it." I said angrily, standing. They couldn't call me pathetic. I would rip out their throats when I got back. In the meantime I sighed and walked out the door with my black trench, black fingerless techie gloves, my ripped jeans (Now dry), and my usual long sleeve black shirt under my short sleeved white one. Why I had a long sleeve under a short sleeve all the time? You'll see. I clutched my dog tag for good luck and hid it under my shirt like I always did, then tiptoed into the mansion. Don't ask me how I did, I just did. The halls were empty.

I crept into an empty dorm room. It was weird….The mansion was like a college, almost. Not that I've ever been IN a college, but I've seen movies. I locked the dorm room door behind me and started looking through the belongings for something valuable. I found brass knuckles and smiled, pocketing them. Interesting that such a 'peaceful' place should have brass knuckles. Well the gang would need them more than some kid. I continued searching for things in the room, taking some necklaces and rings. We could sell those or something. I stuffed them in my pockets, just as I heard the noise.

Logan/Wolverine Pov

I was walking about the halls upstairs, patrolling. God, I hated this job. It was so extremely annoying. Yet, I liked it better than having to sit for the kids or teach them. I was going to go on the next mission, so it was all good. People were talking in the dorm rooms and listening to music. I frowned and continued down the hall, turning to a different hall. This one was quieter. At the end of the hall, there was a locked door. I could hear someone moving around, but they were doing their best to stay quiet. It was a girl. Not someone who's been here before. I sniffed again and growled lowly, knocking on the door. There was no answer so I kicked it down and stormed in.

((Me: ooh, Alex, you are so dead.

Alex: Am not, I have a switchblade. And guns, and the brass knuckles

Logan: *growls and extends claws*

Alex: Oh you are SO scary, Dogbreath. I think I'm going to scream and run away like a little girl now.

Me: ANYWAY! Tell me what you think. Pretty please with a marshmallow on top? No, not a cherry, a marshmallow))