This story is going up because some people would like a female version of Logan/Wolverine on here. I must say I have tried my very best so far. I will only but on the Into and Chapter One on to see how that goes. I do not want to be to far pressured when it comes to a Writers Block because even now it is still difficualt to type.

There is still no title and the Blog is still rubbish for improvement.

However I hope you enjoy.

Introduction

~Location: North-Western Territories, Canada, 1845~

Fire burns bright in a small room; crackling widely and shining on the hazel oak wooden floor. Nail shavings fall one after the other.

"*Cough* *Cough*."

A knife gilds over the nail; sharpening the tip to a deadly point. The teenager looks over to the coughing child in an over covered bed. Wrapped up in wool and cloth, the child brings the edge closer and shivers.

"*Cough* *Cough*."

"You're always sick." The teenager concluded coldly.

"*Cough*." The child lifted tired eye lids to meet with near black teenager ones. "You were sick when you were my age." The child replied, croaking softly. The black eyes gazed down, silently.

*BANG* *BANG*

"Elizabeth!" A man's voice echoed from downstairs along with more deep banging.

*BANG* BANG*

"Elizabeth!" The teenager rushed to the door and opened it wide turning back to the sick child.

"Stay here." He ordered, and closed the door with a rushed bang. The child breath quickened every passing second and watched the door intently. Hearing mumbled yells through the door.

*BANG!*

A shot fired, and the child flinched, breath caught in the back of the throat. A women's scream and the child runs to the door. Bear feet padding along the carpet floor, opening the door widely into the long candle lit hallway. The yells in the distance getting clear and stronger; the child runs up to the end, looking over the banister stairwell.

The child saw the farther laying on the gray stone floor, with a shot wound over his heart. A black cloaked man holding a shot gun, and a tight grip on the mother, screaming and crying while the man kept yelling; 'No more lies!'

The child ran downstairs and slid into onto knees next to the farther. The farther gurgled with blood in his mouth, streaming over the corner of his lips and grip the front of the child' shirt, peering into the child's eyes with desperate pain, then stilled.

"No." The mother whimpered.

"Jenifer." The man said, gaining the child's attention. "There are things you don't understand."

"Don't!" The mother snapped.

"I need her to know!" The man's face twisted into anger. Rage bubbled in her, and her hands closed into fisted. Then something inside her arms slid up, piercing through her knuckles. Pain surfaced as they went through, hurting too much even to cry tears.

The man and the mother stopped their yelling and watched horrified at Jenifer's hands, the things piercing further and further out.

Jenifer felt a rush of anger pull through, roaring out, "ErrRRAARRRRRR!" Standing up and running over to the man. The man aimed his gun at Jenifer but before the shot had fired the mother pushed it to the side, throwing herself to the floor and Jenifer's claws sinking into the man's stomach, up against door.

"Jenifer!" The mother cried. The man breathed, muscles tighten in pain. He placed his hands on Jenifer's shoulders, staring into her eyes as she watched the life drain from them.

"He... He wasn't your farther..." He strained out. Jenifer's head had gained some sense of what she had done and turned her head round to see her scared mother, staring right back at her. The man gasped and Jenifer's attention went back on him.

"... Daughter..." Jenifer's eyes widened and mouth gapped in utter shock, removed her claws from the body and letting the man slumped to the floor. Jenifer's haunting eyes turned on her mother and stared, waiting.

"What are you?" Jenifer didn't know what to think, but to many emotions were going through her to care and she drew her eye brows together in hate and ran out the door.

The cold winter grazed along her bare feet, running through the forest faster and faster; trending on dry, freezing leaves. Then something wrapped around her, pinning her to the forest floor. Jenifer struggled under the weight and wiggled out turning on her attacker.

Victor.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't-"

"Yes you did!" He bellowed. Jenifer went silent. "He deserved it." Victor panted; "and you gave it to him." Placing his nail clawed hands onto her shoulders to make her look at him. "Were family Jenny. You realise that? And family's protect each other." Victor took a breath. "You have to be hard now. Hard enough so that no one can touch us."

"I wanna go home." Jenifer whimpered, still feeling overwhelmed by emotions to make sense of anything.

"We can't. We stick together no matter what." Victor said strongly. "And take care of anyone who gets in our way." Dogs barked in the distance. "Can you do that, Little Sister?" He asked. Jenifer stood there silent for a moment then nodded.

"I'm going down the river." A males' voice called out of the darkness, as they neared in on them. Victor turned over to the sounds.

"They're coming." Victor turned to Jenifer. "Can you run?" Jenifer slightly nodded again, fear overcoming her anger, and Victor pulled her deeper into the forest; trailed after by the dogs and men.

To be continued...

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