I don't own any of the X-Men series. I just had this sudden idea and had to get it out.
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She ran. There was nothing that she could do to stop it. The water twirled around her, mocking her and crashing into the people around her. She threw her hands above her head and the water cascaded into the trees, creating her exit.
There was a man with claws. He told her to go. She didn't think that he cared and he was protecting her. She was his weapon…
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I got up from the ground…
I was really dusty and shook out my clothes violently. My surroundings were new to me and I had no idea how to get out of the dense forest I was in. Something deep inside of me told me to go north and follow my heart the rest of the way but I was anxious. I didn't know which way north was…
If only I had him…
I couldn't remember much about the previous night…only that I ran for what seemed like days upon end without stopping – just as I was trained to do. I only knew him as Master…that's what he wanted me to call him. He called me something…but I can't remember it.
I started to walk through the forest. I examined things that I never knew existed before…trees that had small needles on them. When I grasped the needle, it pricked me and I refrained from touching anymore of them. I figured that those trees were evil…and mutant…just like me.
I started to rush through the trees and brush because the hair on the back of my neck started to prick up. When the hairs on your neck start to perk, you know that something is coming…or you're really cold. I couldn't remember why I was running after about ten minutes and my heart was thumping loudly in my chest.
I looked around myself and noticed a black jet falling in the sky. My head gave a sudden shift to watch the jet and I grimaced. Thoughts sprinted through my mind and I was hit with the realization that the jet landed about 1000 feet north. Curiosity kills.
I sprinted toward the jet and the forest seemed to loosen up. The trees started to appear less and less until I was within a clearing…with the jet. The bottom hatch opened and several people came out. I looked around hurriedly and found and large bush that could hide me if I tried hard enough.
I jumped behind the bush and waited. The people that came out were in strange outfits and the only thought that went through my head was: were they like me?
There was a man in yellow sniffing the air like Master had always done in a new place. I froze. Master was always good at finding things that didn't belong in an area. If this guy was as good as Master, then he would find me…since I didn't belong in the area.
The man pointed to me and I freaked. My heartbeat started to beat faster than when I was at a full out sprint and I watched until my eyes wanted to burst. They started to walk toward me and I stood where I was. Master had always told me to stand my ground, even when I was a child.
The man in yellow was still sniffing the air and his wrists ejected sharp metal claws. The sight of the metal reflecting on my face from the sun was enough to terrify a normal human…but I wasn't normal. I grabbed a blade of grass-my only weapon and frowned. The man in yellow pawed at the bush with his claws but I evaded the claws with simplicity. The man growled and a woman with the purest white hair I have ever seen placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Wolverine, you must calm down. Is there somebody in there?" she asked.
"Yeah…it's a girl. I can smell her fear. Her scent smells like she's been here for a while, running," he growled.
I was freaked. Are you kidding me?! He knew about me that much by sniffing me?! Master didn't even do that much.
Another man leaned down to the bush. This must have looked really funny from a distance: 3 people talking to a bush.
"Little girl, we know that you're frightened," he said, "but we would appreciate it if you came out of the bush on your own accord."
Nobody had ever talked to me like that. I started to move and I kept the blade of grass within my hand. I stood up slowly and the people frowned. I knew that they all had a mutant power just by the look of them and I cringed. The grass turned to water and ash in my hand and I made the water slice my way through the crowd of people.
I stopped suddenly as a man in a wheelchair came off of the black jet. His gaze was soft and relaxed. His bald head made him look like Mr. Clean but I didn't mind that. Mr. Clean seemed to be like a nice guy…always cleaning random peoples' houses.
"Do you have a name?" he asked.
My name popped into my mind when his voice entered through my brain. His voice seemed to ring through my head as if he wasn't speaking, but looking deep into my mind. I cut him off. He was a person who dwelled on another person's psyche.
"My name is Number 12," I whispered.
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