Something that popped into my head a few weeks back. I don't know why, but Daken deserves more stories, What do you guys think? Well, anyways, hope you guys enjoy the first chapter.

By the way, Daken is around the same age as Laura in this fic.

Prologue: Welcome Home

(Daken)

I've said this once, I'll say it for the hundredth fucking time: FUCK my old man, and FUCK that cloned bitch I'm forced to call a sister.

I was being held against my will, chained up in the back seat of Logan's piece of shit pickup truck (No seriously, the damn thing's probably as old as he is, and Logan's an old fuck). And my 'dear' 'sister' was my jailor. I've spent the last five hours trying my best to get her to loosen my bounds, then another two hours just watching her, waiting until I find the smallest window of opportunity…

"It's obvious you have been using your pheromone trick," she suddenly told me, shooting me a quick, annoyed glare, "just so you know, it doesn't have any effect on me. I will not unbind you Akihiro."

"That's. Not. My. NAME!" Goddamn you clone... 'If I could just bust out my claws; I swear, I'm ganna break these fucking chains and murder the both of you!'

"I wouldn't try that A-Daken." The bitch told me. What, was she reading my fucking mind now?

"What the hell are you getting at bitch?" I growl as she barely looked back at me before looking outside again; how hard is it to get under this bitches skin?!

"You'll only end up hurting yourself, and I really wish you'd stop using that word."

"Heh, thanks for the tip, bitch."

After a few more tries, I managed to get two out of my right hand, only for them to skin the side of my leg. It hurt like shit, but in a couple of seconds, the bleeding wound began sewing itself shut.

I glared back at her, half expecting her to give me an 'I told you so', but she just stared at where the wound was before putting on her earphones and lying back on the seat. I sat there, just hearing the engine running and Logan fiddling with the radio. Then it hit me:

This bitch thought of everything. She'd made it to where I couldn't escape.

I groaned, spitting out the next words with reluctance. "Sorry…Ok?" After I said it, Logan floor the accelerator for a few seconds before settling back to normal. The clone on the other hand, took off her earphones and gave me this weird ass look. Come on people, is it really that surprising? I apologized, big fucking deal.

"Didn't you hear me bi-I mean Laura, I said I'm sorry." She looked pretty satisfied with my response. Guess I jumped the shark there. "Now, could you take this thing off me…please?"

With the smile still on her face, she asked, "Well, what do you think Logan? Should I let Daken out?"

I heard the bastard grunt in response, eyes glued to the road. He had smoked his last cigar about an hour ago. That being said the truck still smelled like beer stains and cigar smoke. "Naw," he growled, "boy's fine how he is."

I blinked, trying to say something as the clone throws me a somewhat sympathetic look before apologizing and going back to her music. She just pitied me…no one fucking pities ME!

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU OLD MAN! YOU AND THAT PET BITCH OF YOURS!"

"Relax Daken," Logan's pet told me, "it looks like we are almost there."

"SCREW THAT! THE MINUTE YOU TWO LET ME OUT, I'LL SHRED YOU UP AND CRUSH YOUR FUCKING SKULLS!"

"Ignore him X," I heard him call back as I practically bit that bitch's hand off, "he's all bark right now, no bite."

"OH REALLY?! I'LL SHOW YOU NO BITE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

I was seeing red at this point, all six of my claws burst through my hands as I tried breaking free. Next thing, I feel the back of my head being slammed to the back of the truck. I blinked a couple of times, seeing Logan's fist inches from my face, the tips of his own claws were already springing from his knuckles.

"You best put those away and sit your emo ass down, boy," He snarled at me, "before I rip 'em claws out of your goddamn hands."

"Could be worse," I spat back, "I could be a fucking Canadian."

'SNIKT!'

I flinched out of instinct, Logan's Adamantium coated claws sprang from his knuckles, the cold metal barely touching my skin. "Watch your mouth." He warned, sheathing his claws again, "And if I hear those claws go off again, your ass is mine kid. Healing Factor be damned."

With that, I watched in silence as he shifted the truck and continued to drive.

...

…..You're joking, right? I mean, this obviously some kinda sick joke Logan and X set up to piss me off. If they did, then it's working like a fucking charm.

I wanted to just shot myself when I saw the house. There's bad, and then there's shit...and this was definitely shit. The grass looked like a fucking jungle, some of the windows were broken, and if I squinted hard enough (not that I wanted to) I could actually see sheets of dust layered on just the entrance alone. Hell, I sniffed the air once (on accident) and I could smell the stench of rotting wood inside the house. Again, it looked just as old as the bastard who bought it!

Logan shut the door of his truck, I heard him stalking towards where I stood stunned. "So," I heard him mutter, "whatdoya think?"

The bitch stepped closer, examining the house herself. "I suppose that it will suffice," I heard her comment, a shiver creeping up my spine; the way she talks, it not only annoys me, it makes my skin crawl. It feels like I'm talking to a goddamn robot or something… "Being that the location is somewhat isolated, we run very little risk of being ambushed. However, my suggestion is that the windows be covered or boarded, seeing as in their current state, they'd expose us to the enemy."

If I wasn't in a state of complete shock, I would've laughed my ass off. You'd have to be completely suicidal or just an idiot to try and ambush us, even in this piece of shit housing. Just the thought of getting yelled at by my old man is enough to make a grown man piss himself. I know no one's that stupid, in fact, if an organization that hated either my father, the clone, or myself (And trust me, there's plenty to go around already) came in and tried to kill us at any given moment, that would blow my fucking mind.

"Err….that's a pretty good observation darlin'," Logan replied, obviously trying not to laugh, "But I meant, whatdoya think of living here for a bit?"

Oh shit, he is serious.

"Oh," she sounded surprised, embarrassed even, "if that is the case, then it is habitable. But it seems to require….what's the saying, 'A bit of a spring-cleaning'. I apologize for the earlier statement, it is a habit I have yet to break."

"I don't blame ya Laura," He murmured, "And you? You like it here son?"

Dear god I did not just hear that…I glared at the son of a bitch in front of me. "I'm not going in there old man." I snarled at him, "I'll sleep outside if I have to, but you won't catch me dead inside that house."

"Oh really, and why the hell not?"

I glared at him in disbelief. "Because it's a piece of shit! I mean, just look at it; if you expect me to believe that this, this, is the best you can do. You can't tell me the X-men don't give you a damn good paycheck, and what about S.H.I.E.L.D.? With that kinda money, you could've afforded a fucking MANSION, not some shithole house in the middle of nowhere!"

I heard the clone clear her throat, "If you'd stop your useless thrashing, you'd have noticed we're in-"

"I didn't ask for your comment bitch!" I snapped at her, cutting her off before glaring back at Logan with hate.

"Look kid," he huffed, "like it or not, this is for your own good."

"My own good?! You two practically kidnap me, drag me out to God-knows-where, and you're telling me it's 'for my own good'?! Excuse me if I'm a bit skeptical on that!"

"You'd rather stay on that cell to die then?" he countered, causing me to flinch.

"I could've gotten out anytime I wanted to," I smirked, "Unlike you, I'm not afraid to butcher anyone that stands in my way old man."

"I can smell your lie boy, don't try and bullshit your way out of this one, you needed us to break ya out."

I growled, crossing my arms as Logan and his pet began walking away. "I'm not going in there!"

they're ignoring me now….good.

…If I left now then…

I turned when I smelled her scent. "What," I spat, "did he send you back to beg to me?"

"Actually, he did not." She glared at me blankly for a long time. "You are looking for possible escape routes."

"Yeah, what, did you seriously think I'd spend a minute in that shithole?"

She didn't answer right away, I twitched when I saw the corners of her mouth lift into a poor man's smile. "Do you like games brother?"

"Whoa, whoa, first off," I growl, "I am not siblings with a clone, least of all a clone that's a bitch, got that? So, none of that 'brother' shit. Second, what the hell are you getting at? What kind of game are we talking about?"

Her smile only grew, "Well, I wouldn't call it a game really, it's more of a…challenge."

"Get to the point!"

"Very well. I'll give you one minute to run before I track you down and bring you back here."

"Y-you can't be fucking serious-"

"Would you like it to be thirty seconds?"

"FUCK NO!"

"A minute it is then."

"Y-you….You…B-BITCH!"

"50 seconds."

"You're stupider than I thought if you're actually going through with this!"

"45 seconds."

"I take it back Laura, you're not stupid, YOU'RE RETARDED!"

"30 seconds." She was actually smiling now, "Start running Daken."

"….FUCK!"

I took off on foot, leaving the house behind in a couple of seconds.

"15 seconds." I heard her yell out. Oh yeah? I know she'll be able to hear this:

"KISS MY ASS CLONE! YOU WHORE!"

Dead silence…and then:

'SNIKT!'