Ok I haven't written in ages so I thought I should probably re write this and get it fixed up see as how I wrote it a few years ago and reading over it I realise it kinda sucks hahaha. So this is now going to be my up dated version, don't expect anything to amazing though, I stopped writing this a while ago and cant really remember the story line I had planned, so lets wing it
The X-men and everything to do with them belong to Marvel.
This story is written in my own time period any people that are meant to be dead and are alive in my story are not a mistake they are just alive.
Chapter 1: Meet Wildcat
There was a hill overlooking a small city, a road travelled down the hill to the city. Beside the road at the very top of the hill was a small sign, it was covered so completely with graffiti that only two words could be read "Welcome to…" The name had long since disappeared. Silence surrounded the hill, nothing moved.
Then a slight throbbing filled the air, the sound of an engine, maybe two. It got louder, then its source was identified as two motorbikes roared over the hill. With a squeal of breaks and a whirlwind of dirt they spun in a full circle and stopped facing the city.
The first rider pulled of his helmet and sniffed the air. He had black hair, brown eyes and wolf like features. Dressed in jeans, a white singlet, black boots and a leather jacket he looked like a regular biker.
The second rider took off his helmet, he had brown hair, red-black eyes and very handsome features. He was dressed in dark pants, a black singlet, a long brown coat and brown boots. Both riders were dusty and worn looking.
"So is dis de place mon ami?" asked the second rider in a lilting accent
"Yep, this is the place Cajun. We'll rest here before makin' our way back".
The first riders voice was gruff, an interesting counterpoint to his companions silken tones.
Wolverine sniffed again as he surveyed the rundown town at the bottom of the hill.
"Smell that?" He asked as he glanced around
Gambit breathed in the air experimentally, "Smell what?" he questioned glancing round wearily.
There was a crack as a brunch broke and both men spun to face the bushes.
"That" Wolverine growled as twelve ragged teenagers strutted out from between the trees.
"Great" Gambit murmured softly, "Road kill'
Both men snared and settled into fighting crouches preparing to teach these wayward teens what a mistake they were making.
Yet, before Wolverine could even raise a hand, another person dropped from the trees, landing in the swirl of a coat in front of the two men. A slight sigh was heard by Wolverine before the tinny person launched their self at the teens.
The two men watched as the twelve teens rushed forward to meet their attacker, only for three to go flying backward almost immediately.
Gambit grinned in appreciation as the person spun and danced gracefully around the ragged and unorganised group of teens.
The fight was quick and completely one-sided, the teens hadn't stood a chance against the lone person superior fighting skills and they hardly landed a hit.
Wolverine chuckled as they cowered in a pile at the girl's feet.
"I told ya afore, ya don't go atackin' people on mah turf," the girl drawled at the gang of boys
"This is our turf" a tall boy drew himself to his feet to face her "We'll attack any static that comes on it"
He glared down at the short girl "and you can't do anything about it"
She rolled her eyes. "Mah boys an' ah kicked ya off this turf so it's ours"
She glanced back at Wolverine and Gambit. "An' if ya think that those two aren't mutants then you're more loco than ah thought" she sneered.
The boy blushed. "Shove off Cat"
"No. You shove off." She glared up at him. "This is mah turf, now get ya ass back home, we don' wan' ya stinkin' up our air"
He snarled and she cracked her knuckles.
He wavered.
"Fine. But this aint over, you got that."
He spun away and his gang followed him, melting away into the trees.
The girl turned her attention to Wolverine and Gambit sizing them up through emerald eyes.
They did the same.
She was about 17 maybe 18 but no older. Her bronze-brown hair was in a plait almost to her waist and a gold strip of material circled her head. She wasn't very tall but she had a slim, curved body and a rather pretty face. Her tanned skin set of red lips and white teeth. She was also very strong and well muscled.
She smiled at them, "I guess I wasn't wrong when I said you were mutant"
There wasn't even a hint of her previously used accent
"Yeah we're mutants" Wolverine growled out "You got a problem with it?"
The girl shrugged "No. Not unless you're gonna make trouble. It doesn't matter if you're a mutant or not, all of my turf is a free zone."
"Your turf?" asked Wolverine raising an eyebrow.
"Yep my boys and I fought of all the gangs we could and claimed as much turf as possible". She looked at Wolverine "You and your gang lay down the law for your turf, anyone who breaks that law answers to the gang"
Wolverine nodded.
"So my gang turned our turf into a free zone. Mutants and non-mutants alike can go there. We're all human and you gota treat each other equally."
"So are you a mutant?" Gambit questioned
She smiled mischievously "No I'm not."
Gambit raised an eyebrow suspiciously and she grinned.
"My names Katya, but people call me Wildcat" she offered a slim hand to Gambit.
"I'm Gambit" he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it "It's a pleasure to meet you p'tite.'
"I'm Wolverine" he shook her hand. "If you don't mind could you tell us a good place to get some grub, maybe a place to crash?"
"Sure", she looked over their bikes "Give me a ride and I'll show you round the city?"
Gambit grinned, he liked this girl. They left in a cloud of dust, Katya perched behind Gambit.
Ok so that's a bit of an up dated version, hopefully things are sorted out a bit more haha.