Hello everyone! This is my first story that I've posted on FanFiction! Go me! I have a bad swearing problem, so I have no idea what rating to post this story, I'll start at T, if there are any complaints, I'll be glad to change it! XD Well, anyways, enjoy the story!
Note: Italics are dreams and later in the story, Jeans and the Professors thoughts.
Chapter One
My hands are shaking violently. I need to run. I need to go now. They're after me again, and I can see them coming. I can't move though, my feet seem to be stuck to the ground. I try to scream out at them, try to see if anyone can hear me and rescue me, but I can't even open my mouth. They are getting closer now. I can feel the blood trickling from my nose and the lacerations on my arms. Bastards. I can see their guns glinting in the faint moonlight. Their emotions are so strong, I can almost feel them. I look into the barrel of a gun pointed in my face. Not again. 'Ready to die, you fuckin' freak.' He pulls the trigger.
"YOU BASTARD!" I scream as I wake up, I'm drenched in sweat and I'm panting. I hate nightmares. I lay back for a second, my eyes straining to adjust to the sunbeams the rotting wood of the abandoned church let through. My hand tries to reach out for my katana, No Name. Tries is the keyword there, because it's only then that I realize I'm chained to the God forsaken floor. "Shit..." I groan.
Someone kicks me in the side. Searing pain surges through my body and I scream, writhing in agony on the cold wooden floor. I can't even get a hold of my damn powers. Someone grabs me by the hair, and my empathy decides to go haywire. I feel their emotions surge through me. Anger, power, and hate. Someone punches me in the stomach so hard, I throw up, spilling bile on one of my assailants, which I'm sure doesn't make him to happy. "God damn freak!" Sure enough, I get hit again, and again, and again. I fall onto the floor in a crumpled pile, and start to cough up blood. I can hear the people above me laughing at me with every shot they take. I scream out in pain when I'm kicked in the back, and I can hear those horrible people making obscene comments. I look up through my teary eyes at a man holding a broken No Name in his hands. That's all I needed to get my telekinesis back online. I laugh maliciously and they all stop beating me for a second. "Just what the fucks so funny, freak?" The man holding No Name asks. Telekinetically, I lift up one of my revolvers, Broken Butterfly. The man stops laughing when its in front of his face. "My name is Lithium," I say, looking at all of my attackers, "leave me alone or I'll kill you all." With that, I fire a round into the mans skull, which erupts like a watermelon thrown on the pavement. I can hear a few of my assailants gagging and throwing up. I telekinetically unlock the shackles holding me down. God, killing that ass felt good. I don't particularity like killing people, but I don't consider these...things to be human. I pick up the two fragments of No Name and hold them so tightly, the steel cuts through my palms. Oh well, I'm sure I look like hell anyways. I feel like it. "Get back on the floor, you bitch!" I hear one of my female attackers say. I throw a broken fragment of No Name at her, and it hits its mark. She falls to the ground twitching, No Name sticking out of her heart. I grin wickedly as I limp over and pull the piece of metal from her chest. My grin turns to a look of terror as the other eight of my assailants attack me at once. I close my eyes and wait for the pain to end. Minutes pass and I open my eyes. I groan when I can barely see through one. The men are gone, but I can hear more voices.
"Shes barely breathing Logan," The womans voice is pretty and soft. I try to breath better, but I can tell some ribs are broken. "What the hell did they do to her?" I hear a gruff male voice growl. I rest my weight on my arm that doesn't feel like its about to fall off and manage to sit up. I cough up a bit of blood before observing my rescuers. A tall woman with short red hair kneels next to me and begins to look over the damage. A man stands a bit behind her. He looks...primal. Hes muscular and tall, and reminds me of a wolf. I'm brought out of my thoughts when the woman touches my stomach and I cry out in pain. Then I look at myself and sigh. My once white shirt is covered in blood and bile, and my pants don't look much better. I levitate my two guns and my army jacket to me, as well as the broken No Name. "Are you ok to walk?" The woman asks me gently. With her help, I manage to get up shakily. My walk is more like a limp though, and the man seems to be in a hurry, so he picks me up and carries me bridal style. I don't cry out because of pain, but tears start running down my cheeks. When we get outside, a freaking JET is sitting there. My eyes get wide, I've never seen a jet up close before. When we walk into the jet, I notice more people, so I lower my head and clutch my jacket tightly. I hear them whispering as the man places me in a seat. I raise my head and lock eyes with him, "Thank you for helping me." He nods and walks away. The two other people in the jet are far ahead of me so I can't see them very well. I see a blue devil tail though and a flash of white hair. I grin. It hurts, but it's the first time I've been around other mutants in a while. I place my belongings on the floor next to me before letting the darkness ebbing at the edges of my vision take me completely.
Woooo first chapter! Sorry it was a bit short, future chapters will be longer Hope you liked it, please review!