The man pulled up to the small Canadian diner on a motorcycle. As he removed his helmet, the man's rugged face, deep hazel eyes, and unique hairstyle are revealed. His black leather jacket hid his well muscled figure, but one could obviously see that he was not a man to be messed with.
"'bout time I found a place." The man growled to himself. "I need a beer."
He walked into the diner and saw no other customers. Not surprising for the late hour. Just a small waitress, leaning on a mop and dozing, occupied the diner.
"'cuse me." The man cleared his throat and tried again. "Hey bub, wake up!"
His command awoke the waitress, making her fall. She looks up at him sleepily, then her eyes became wide and harsh…maybe a little fearful? She had her fists clenched and looked ready to tear his head off before coming to her senses. Picking up the mop and standing up, she brushed herself off.
"I am so sorry! I was just mopp- I was clean- I was asleep. I'm sorry." Her excuses turned to a mumbled apology. "Here, I'll get you a table."
" S'all right, I'm in no hurry." The man said.
The waitress stifled a yawn as she led the man to a booth. She took out a small note book. "What can I get you, sir?"
Only now the man realised how young the waitress was. She couldn't have been more that fifteen. She had a pixie style auburn hair, eerie but beautiful silver eyes and pale skin. She was quite small, even for her age. There were bags under her eyes and she looked like she hadn't had a real meal in days. The man took a deep breath, taking in her scent. She smelled of the diner, but with his enhanced senses he could smell who she used to be. Scents of woods, roses, and baked bread lingered underneath.
"Christ kid, bit young to be working here aren't yah? 'Specially this late." The man commented.
"I-I'm nineteen." The girl lied, avoiding the man's hazel stare.
"Uh huh. I'll have a burger and fries, and a beer." The man let her lie slide, didn't make a difference to him if this kid threw away her childhood. Probably a runaway.
"I'm sorry, we don't serve alcohol. Could I offer you some-" The girl's offer was interrupted by a large belch, followed by a man's obnoxious voice.
"The hell we don't! Stupid chick, at this time of night, who cares if we sell him some beer?" A large balding man swaggered out of the kitchen and spat at the girl's feet. "Get the man some booze!"
"We don't have a licence to sell alcohol." The tired girl's eyes filled with a fiery hate.
"Whose gonna tell? Him? He'll get his booze and shove off. Are you going to tell?" The large man shoved the petite girl, but she held her ground.
She's young, but she's a fighter, the man thought to himself.
"I think you drank it all." She glared at the man and handed him the paper with the customer's order on it.
He shoved her again, "Bitch." And wandered back off to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry about my boss. The lug starts drinking and he-" The girl stopped herself and forced a smile. "I'm sorry again. You really don't want to hear about this. Your order will be ready soon."
" 'Kay." The sullen man replied. "You know, you don't have to put up with crap like that just because he's your father." It was the only logical explanation that the girl would be working this later, underage, and put up with the arsehole.
A sadness filled the girl's eyes, but the emotion was quickly pushed aside. "That man is not my father."
The man watched the girl walk away. She sat down at the counter and pulled out some textbooks and started reading through them. She didn't look up again until the jerk called her up.
"Lard ass! Get up and do your job!" He snarled at her. "What the hell, you doing, huh? I told you I don't want you reading these things while you're suppose to be doing your job! What's the point? You don't go to school and you're too stupid to get this stuff anyway!" He tore the books out of her hands and threw them to the floor.
The boss roared with laughter as he watched her struggle to pick up her precious books. Just because she couldn't go to school didn't mean she was stupid or didn't want to learn. Just to give her a hard time, her boss kicked her while she was down. After picking up her books, she gave him a glare as she carried the order over to the customer.
"You dumb ass! You forgot to put out the wet floor signs!" The boss yelled at her.
"I'll put them out in a min-"
"NOW! YOU'LL PUT THEM OUT NOW BEFORE I GET SUED FOR YOUR STUPIDNESS!" Spit flew at the girl as the man yelled.
"Alright! I'll put out the sign-ah!" The girl was concentrating on her boss that she wasn't watching her feet. She tripped and the tray of the customer's food flew from her hand.
The man braced himself, ready to get hit by the flying food. It took him a second to realise the meal had stopped itself, in mid air.
Or rather, a young girl had stopped it.
The waitress held out her hand at level with the plate and food, but she wasn't touching it. Slowly, the meal arranged itself back on the plate and flew gracefully in front of the customer. The girl's face was frightened, as she looked at the man.
Her boss came barrelling out from behind the counter. "You stupid bitch! You clutzy little whor- what are you doing?"
His insults were stopped by the phenomenon happening before him.
The customer just looked at the girl, surprised.
"You're one of them muties, aren't yah? You freak! You freaky little bitch! You-"
"SHUT UP!" The girl screamed at her boss, her eyes watery but no tears left her eyes. "I'm sick of the way you treat me! The way you cheat, you break laws to save money, the way you treat anyone who can't give you something! You harass women and I know those sick fantasies you have about underage girl customers! YOU ARE A DISGUSTING MAN WHO SHOULD BE LOCKED AWAY! AND YOU DARE TO CALL ME THE FREAK?"
"You're a freak! You're fired! I'm calling the cops! They'll kill you, that's what they'll do!" The drunk roared, pulling out a small hand gun he kept in the diner in case of emergencies. Whenever he got drunk, he would keep the gun on him. It made him feel powerful.
The customer was up and about to either run away or try to take the gun away before he hurt someone; but the girl beat him to it. Raising one small pale hand, she waved it to the side, making her boss go flying into the counter. But he still held the gun. He took a shot at the young girl but the bullet was pushed aside by an invisible force when the girl flicked her hand.
"You're right about something," Her voice dangerously low, "I am a mutant. Mistress of the Mind, controller of thoughts, power beyond your belief. I can kill you in so many ways. One horrendous thought of mine and your pitiful life is over. Sure, you could call the police, but by the time you get free, I'll be long gone and you'll be burning to death."
Suddenly stools, tables, chairs, and benches from around the diner flew at the diner's owner. They weaved themselves around their owner, trapping him and covering him until only his eyes showed. His screams were muffled but still heard.
"And now for the burning." The girl whispered. Throwing up her hands, a raging inferno consumed the restaurant.
As the owner screamed, the girl grabbed the sole customer by the hand and led him out of the diner. Once in the parking lot, the customer tried to run back inside, but the girl held onto him. He was bigger and stronger than her, he could have easily escaped her grasp to get back inside the diner and help the other man, but her eyes were another thing. The silver orbs held his hazel ones, making him stop.
"He's okay, he's not going to die. The flames aren't real, just an illusion. He doesn't feel anything, he's only screaming because he has an active imagination and is too stupid to use his brain to see if he actually feels or smells flames." The mutant girl gave a sigh. "Yes, I'm a mutant. No, I don't eat children, worship the devil or plan to destroy humanity. Yes, this stupid stunt I pulled now was not the brightest idea but I stand for no other mutants when I did it. I'm sorry if you left your coat in there or something, you can go in and get it since the building is not actually on fire."
With that the girl turned to go, but the man stopped her.
"Hey, kid-"He started.
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO CALL THE POLICE, GO AHEAD! I don't care, I can take them! I've done nothing wrong, I was just born with a mutation! They can try to punish me for that, but I won't let them! They can't punish any of us." She yelled, still holding back her tears.
The man started to move closer to her, but she was already gone. High in the sky, he could make out a small figure heading south against the bright moon. Still watching her with his enhanced vision, the man pulled out an alien looking phone and dialled.
"Hey Chuck, its Logan. Yeah, I found someone of interest. Uh-huh, sure. I'll follow from a distance and contact you again soon with details. But I have a feeling this one is already coming our way."