My brother recently got me into watching the X-Men movies and, though I've never been quite into Marvel comics or superheroes because I grew up with a DC brother, but they were pretty awesome. And I got hooked pretty easily. So now I have the need to write a fanfiction for Logan and I'm so excited about it. I give thanks to L. for all their awesome help with this and when you kind readers are done reading this chapter, I suggest you go over to L. and check out their stories. My favorites in particular are their X-Men fanfic Feeling's Not Enough and one of their Doctor Who stories, called A Living Nightmare. Shameless promotion of a friend, yes, but the stories are phenomenal. Shameless promotion of me time! Review because I put a lot of effort into this and I think it deserves reviews! I'm kidding. Review because you like the story so far and because you want me to continue writing it. So read and review and come back next time!

Chapter 1

"Why?" she cried to herself, her voice cracking, as she sat pressed into what looked like a corner. "Why do they hate me…?"

He watched her, trying to determine the cause of her tears. There was no light, wherever she was, and he could hardly make her shape out in the darkness. The only thing he was certain of was that she was in a great deal of distress.

"Who are you?" he asked out loud, knowing he would get no response. She couldn't hear him. He wasn't truly there.

Relaxing his concentration, Charles Xavier pulled the helmet from his head and set it back in its place. Turning his wheelchair around, he left Cerebro and made for his office, sending a telepathic call out to two of his mutant disciples along the way.

A man with psychic abilities, Xavier was the founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a school that took in mutants, people with a mutated gene that caused them to develop abilities normal humans didn't have, and helped train them to use their gifts. The school already had plenty of students but he was always on the lookout for other mutants that needed their help, through the use of Cerebro, an invention that allowed him to locate them.

Two women were waiting for him in his office when he arrived there. "Jean, Ororo, thank you for coming."

Jean smiled at her mentor as he took his seat at the desk. "Of course, Charles."

"Is everything okay?" Ororo asked.

"I've located a young mutant girl in Kansas," Xavier began to explain to their curious gazes. "She seems to be in some distress."

"You want us to go and bring her back here?" Jean asked, knowing well what distress could mean. "We'll go get the jet ready."

"Not so fast, Jean." She stopped in front of the door. Ororo glanced between the two of them. "I want you to wait. I haven't been watching this girl for long. It's possible she may just be having a bad day. I don't want you rushing into anything before I know more."

Ororo fidgeted, her need to listen to the professor battling with her want to keep anymore young mutants from suffering at the hands of human prosecution. "And if you find that it is more than just a bad day?"

Xavier gave her a gentle smile, feeling and understanding her struggle. "You should prepare to leave for tomorrow morning."

"Understood." Together, Jean and Ororo left his office, leaving him alone.

Turning to his computer, Xavier quickly opened the internet and began doing some research. While he hadn't been able to tell where the girl had been sitting, he was able to discern an overall location: a town called Havenlyn in Kansas. The name sounded familiar, but it didn't sit well with him for a reason he was unsure of.

Typing different queries, all related to Havenlyn, into a search engine. As he looked through the results that turned up, he became increasingly disturbed. He had heard about this town in the news before, and not for a good reason.

Havenlyn was a small town, located in the outskirts of Kansas. It was a heavily religious town, all Catholic, and had been talked about in the news a time back for an issue with a mutant who had been found living in their town. It was nine years ago when a boy had been discovered there with mutant powers. According to the townspeople, the boy, who had only been around nine or ten years old, had attacked them with his fire ability and, in self defense, they had killed him.

While it was the story that the people in the town had given and the story that the world had accepted, Xavier had always gotten an uneasy feeling from it. It was true that sometimes a mutant might lash out against humans, for any numbers of reasons, and that those situations don't always end well. But he could remember thinking back when the news had been talking about this case that there was more to the story that the town was letting on. His hunches were normally right.

Now his hunch was telling him that this girl wasn't safe there.

He decided to head back into Cerebro, a little more than an hour after he'd been in there earlier, to check in on the girl once more before deciding whether to send his X-Men to retrieve her. Unlocking the door through his retinal scan, he made his way to the end of the platform. He placed the helmet on his head and began focusing in on Havenlyn and the girl.

Her demeanor had changed completely since he saw her. In just an hour, she had gone from scared and crying-which he now realized might have been a ruse, though he wasn't sure for who-to angry and…evil. Whatever room she was in was still dark and he couldn't make her out, but her words frightened him.

"Think they… Think they can do this to me… for so long…" Her voice was shaky and rambling. She laughed but almost as soon as she started, she stopped. "They'll see… Yes, they'll see. I'm not weak. They'll see! I'll hurt them and I'll make them see me. I'll kill them and then everyone will have to see."

Kill?

Xavier had heard enough. Releasing his concentration, he took off the helmet and quickly made his way back to the office, calling for all of his X-Men along the way. They arrived shortly after he took his spot at the desk in his office, knowing from the tone of his voice when he had called for them and by the look on his face when they saw him that something was wrong. Ororo and Jean had an idea of what this was about, while Logan and Scott, the other two who had been summoned, were lost. "What's so urgent that you had to disturb me from my breakfast?" Logan asked, slightly annoyed.

"Is this about the girl?" Jean wondered, knowing that it was.

Scott looked at his wife and then back at the professor. He was used to not always being in the loop. "What girl?"

Xavier cleared his throat, waiting for all of them to be quiet before he began. "Who remembers Havenlyn, Kansas?"

They were all quiet for a moment, trying to think if they had heard it before. It was Ororo who spoke first. "Didn't they kill a mutant a couple years ago?"

"What?" Logan nearly yelled, immediately outraged. "They killed a mutant? What the hell for?"

"The town claimed self defense," Xavier answered, silencing them once more. "Earlier I was telling Jean and Ororo about a mutant girl I located this morning who seemed to be in a great deal of distress. After looking into it some more, I realized she lives in that same town."

"You want us to go and get her before they can do to her what they did to that boy," Scott assumed, ready to go.

"Yes and no." Xavier understood their haste. None of them liked knowing about mutants being persecuted in society. Many of the mutants at the school had gone through it and were all eager to put an end to it. But there was no room for error here. "I checked back in on the girl just a few minutes ago. I have no way of knowing yet what she's been through but she seems to harbor a large amount of hatred towards Havenlyn. I don't know what type of ability she has; she could be dangerous." He waited a moment for the information to sink in. "Jean, Logan, and Scott, I want you to take the jet and retrieve her. Try not to harm her. We don't know what she's been through and we don't need to cause her anymore pain that she might have already endured. Ororo, I want you to stay here and begin making preparations for her. Is everything understood?"

Jean, Scott and Logan all agreed and left, getting ready to head out, while Ororo stayed behind. "Do you think she'll be dangerous?"

I'll kill them and then everyone will have to see. "It's hard to say," Xavier finally admitted, after thinking it over. "If I'm right, she has every right to want to see her town destroyed. It's hard to argue when someone is justified, and I believe she is."

~X~

"58…59…60… That's 20 minutes." Her voice came out a whisper, more from force of habit than need. They've been gone for 20 minutes. They should be at church by now. Time to go.

She went to stand up and, foolishly, remembered her hands had been tied behind the backing of the chair. Guess I've gotten so used to it I don't feel the ropes anymore. I can't go anywhere until I get these off.

Trying to concentrate, she began to reach out with her mind. "It's been awhile since I've called for you, but, Vines, if you can hear me, I could really use your help right now." Almost immediately, she could feel the floor beneath her trembling just a little bit. A long green vine burst through the concrete, writhing in the air in front of her, as if watching her. Sending a thought to the plant, it moved around to behind her. Using the thorns that ran the length of the vine, it sliced the rope binding her hands. "Thank you."

Finally free, the girl stood up. She stretched, enjoying the pop of her joints. "Let's go." She began making her way up the basement stairs, having to stop every few steps to relieve the pain in her legs. It had been far too long since she'd been able to climb stairs, and her muscles couldn't handle the strain. Finally she reached the top of the stairs and tried the door knob, finding it unlocked. Stupid idiots… They must think I'm so weak that they could forget to lock the door. Pushing the door open, she made her way out of her house.

The sun was blinding as she walked outside. Sunlight… I forgot how nice it felt. She had to shield her eyes as she walked to see where she was going. After a few minutes, her eyes adjusted and she lowered her hand.

The streets were empty. It didn't surprise her. That was why she had picked this morning, after all. It was Sunday morning and, in Havenlyn, everyone went to church. At least as far as she knew, they still did. She had to think about where the church was located but it came back to her and she turned around, heading in that direction.

She was quiet as she walked, hoping that no one would come out of their houses, late for church, and see her. The walk was uneventful, to her relief. The only soul she passed was a feline, a small tabby cat she didn't recognize but assumed belonged to one of the families. It was licking its paw and she stopped, smiling in spite of what she was planning to do. Not knowing when the next time she would see a cat was, she bent down to pet the top of its head. In return, it swiped its paw at her, scratching her hand. The girl stood back up, examining the new wound with curiosity. That's an idea.

She closed her eyes and, in her head, began thinking about the claws of a cat, imagining growing them for herself. It didn't take long for the tingling sensation in her hands to begin, as she felt her own natural nails growing and sharpening, forming her own set of claws. She opened her eyes once more, looking down at her new tools and feeling a sense of pride. The sense of pride diminished almost instantly as she remembered just why she was able to grow them.

"I should keep going." Shaking the feeling away, she continued on. It wasn't long before the church was in her sight. Marching right up to the doors of the town's most sacred building, she shoved one door open with a bang.

Everyone inside the church stopped what they were doing and looked back, freezing the moment they saw who it was. The priest, Father Matthias as she remembered, in the front appeared angered while the citizens sitting in the pews looked horrified. Several of them began to scream. "Shut up." Annoyed already, she sent another call out to the vines and was rewarded with stain glass shattering as her plants crashed through the windows. Still the people wouldn't stop screaming. Targeting several of them, she had the vines run through them, in one end and out the other, and didn't pull them out until they were collapsed on the floor, dead.

A mass panic began as she tried to scour the church crowd for the two she was looking for. She was able to determine that they weren't there by the time people began fleeing from the building. Only some tried to leave; others were scared stiff in their seats. Those that did leave found a horde of vines waiting for them as soon as they made it outside.

Anyone else who had been tempted to make a break for it sat back down once the escapees began screaming. Yes, suffer. Suffer, like you made me suffer. The girl waited for their screams to die, enjoying their pain, before she used those same vines to wrap around the perimeter of the church, closing off all the exits and preventing anyone else from leaving.

"Demon!"

"Father Matthias," she groaned, recognizing the booming voice from the man at the front of the room. "How unfortunate it is to see you again."

The brunette priest walked, shoulders held high and brave even though she could tell he was trembling with fear, down the aisle to stop in front of her, glaring down at her. "How are you here? Evil beings are not welcome on this sacred ground!"

"You haven't changed since I was a kid, Matthias." Flexing her clawed fingers, she grinned at him. The next thing the priest knew, blood was pouring out of his neck. Her eyes never left his as he sunk to the ground, clutching his throat to try and stop the crimson flow, until the light slowly faded from them. "You still talk too much."

There was a quiet murmur through the crowd and she snapped back to attention. Scanning the remaining people once more, she checked to make sure she hadn't missed her targets. Where are they?

"Hey, Glasses," she said to the man with the large glasses sitting in the pew closest to her. "Where are my parents?"

"Y-Yo-Your p-parents?" he stuttered, scared out of his mind. "I haven't… I haven't seen them… Oh God, please don't kill me!"

She briefly contemplated killing him, just for the hell of it, but then remembered she was running out of time. If her parents made it to the church before she could find them, they would see the corpses on the ground and go for help. Turning around, she asked the plants to make an opening for her in the doorway and, once they obliged, she left.

Now where are my parents?

~X~

"We're closing in on Havenlyn."

Logan and Scott looked up as Jean announced their arrival at the town Xavier had sent them to. "Good. The sooner we grab this chick and go, I can get back to eating," Logan sighed, thinking fondly of the breakfast he had been disturbed from earlier.

"Is that all you can think about?" Scott asked, looking at him from his seat on the jet. "We could have a rogue mutant on our hands here and all you want to do is eat."

"Enough, guys. I'm turning stealth mode on." Xavier had instructed them before they left that they were not to bring the jet in unless they were cloaked, so as not to spook anyone in the town. "We'll fly over the town, see if we can spot anything, and land the jet right outside." Jean flipped the switch for stealth mode and the jet cloaked itself, making it invisible to anyone.

She steered the jet so that it would take a round trip above the town. As they began passing over the Havenlyn buildings, they looked down to see if they could see anything happening. "Are those ropes?" Scott asked as they spotted one of the largest buildings in town. It looked like a church, but there were what looked like green ropes wrapped around the outside of the building.

"No," Logan answered. "I think those are vines. And… dead people?" That was when they noticed the bodies lying on the ground in front of the building. "Did she kill them?"

"I don't know." Jean turned the plane around and aimed it towards the outside of town once more. "But I think we better land the jet and move in on foot."

~X~

The streets of Havenlyn were empty as the three of them walked through the town, having left the jet behind on the outskirts. Jean was the first to speak. "I think it's safe to assume that this girl, whoever she is, is the one who wrapped those vines around the church. And, from how barren these streets are, I think we can also assume that many of the citizens are trapped in there. Scott, I believe you'd be best suited to go and free everyone in the church. You should head there first. Logan and I will find this girl and he'll be my backup in case she gets violent."

"Speaking of this girl," Logan interrupted, his head tilted slightly so he could listen to something a distance away from them. "I think I found her, not too far up. Sounds like there's someone with her, or more than one."

"I'll head off this way to go find the church, then, and leave you guys to do your thing. Good luck and be careful." Scott disbanded from the group, off to do his assigned duty.

The remaining two silenced their conversation, moving quietly up the street, until three people came into their sights. They found a girl, standing in the middle of the street, who was standing in front of two people, who were wrapped up in vines that had broken through the ground. "It's time for you to finally pay for the pain you caused me!"

"Stop!" Jean yelled as she walked onto the scene. She glanced at her side and noticed Logan had gone missing. "I don't know what's been done to you or what you've been through, but this is not the answer!"

"What?" The girl was clearly startled by Jean's appearance. "I thought I got everyone in town."

Jean took a few more steps towards the girl. "We can help you. Violence and death, all of this, is not the answer to your pain. Let us help you."

"You're annoying," the girl simply said.

Jean felt the ground tremble slightly and, seeing what this girl had done to the two people next to her, could only anticipate one thing. Readying her psychic power, she was prepared for the vine that burst out of the ground at her, raising her hand and stopping it as soon as she saw it.

She didn't miss the confused look that took over the girl's face. Unsure of what was going on, the girl tried again, only to have Jean stop the new vine with the same technique. "What's going on?" the girl's voice came out panicked and lost. "Who are you?"

Suddenly her eyes fluttered shut and she fell forward, only to be caught by a pair of arms. "Thanks, Logan," Jean said to her comrade, who had approached the girl from behind when she began getting violent and had hit her in the back of the head.

Jean let up her powers as she felt the vines beginning to retreat back into the Earth. The two people who had been wrapped up were released and collapsed to the ground, struggling to get the breath back. Logan lifted the girl up into his arms, noticing her hands as he did. What looked like some sort of claws extending out of her nails were disappearing.

"I see you took care of things." Jean and Logan looked over as Scott joined them, walking down the street. There was a small crowd of people a short ways behind him. "The vines weren't hard to break through. Of course, the people didn't seem happy to see me. They don't seem to be fans."

"They took her down!" one of the people behind Scott yelled, seeing the girl in Logan's arms.

The three of them watched as the small crowd all stared, horror and disgust on their faces, at the girl. "You should kill her," one person called out. "Kill her while you have a chance! She's nothing but evil!"

Logan twitched, his annoyance rising. "What the hell-"

"Logan, don't." Jean put a hand on his shoulder, keeping him from erupting on the citizens like he wanted to. "We should get going."

"You're right." He nodded and followed after her as she took the lead, heading back to the jet.

He looked down at the girl in his arms. Evil?