Note: I use this character a lot when I write fanfic. Her name is Silver Jo Hampton. She's smart, with a double master's in biology and theater. Her father is very rich, in the earlier ones, he's alive but very sick with cancer, he dies when she is 23. In the later ones, he's dead and leaves his estate to his son, and Silver's older brother, Jimmy. But, a large portion of his money goes to Silver, where she buys her second to sixth theater in various places in Europe and finally New York. She has gray blue eyes, perfect white skin, and almost waist length silvery-blonde hair. Many of her admirers say that is her best feature. Throughout the stories, she's between 19 and 27. In this one, she's 25. She's well into her 3rd show at the New York theater when this story takes place.
Prologue:
"You can't touch me. I'm human." I said, pressing my back against a wall, backing away from him.
"What perfume are you wearing sweetheart? You smell good enough to eat." He replied, grinning.
"Stay back mutant!" I cried, covering my face with my hands.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to know something." He said, suddenly the animalistic grin gone. I peeked out from behind my fingers.
"Sure…anything. Just don't hurt me."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're probably wondering why a strange mutant man has me backed against a wall in a New York City alley. Well, I'll tell you.
Chapter 1:
The show was one that I had written. There was two weeks left in shows and everything was going smoothly. That night, however, we had an altercation in the theater. A generous season ticket holder since my first season and old friend of my father's, William Stryker, was attacked by the man whom he had brought as a guest. The season tickets were for the upper stage left balcony, as always. The show, needless to say took an early intermission while both men were escorted off the premises bruised and battered. I stepped outside to assess the situation.
"Silver, your hair shines too brightly for my eyes to take. Sorry for ruining your show." Stryker said, a paramedic cleaning a cut on his cheek.
"Oh, don't worry Mr. Stryker. I need some excitement in my life. And my actor's lives. But I'm sorry that man hit you." I replied, smiling.
Oh, he's an old friend of mine. A mutant, actually. Cunning man." He said, grinning.
"A mutant? Really?" I asked, on edge. Every human was afraid of mutants. Most humans simply thought them unnatural. Most of them thought us to be outmodes. It was a common persecution and fear. On both sides.
"No need to worry, Silver. He's looking for someone. And he thinks I know where he is." The paramedic finished her work and allowed him to stand.
"Is he dangerous?" I asked, twiddling my fingers with worry. Stryker sighed.
"He can be. He's got more than one mutation. And, he's a real animal. Very scary when he gets angry, Silver. Unpredictable. He'll do whatever pops into his head because he can. One minute, he'll be out for blood, the next he's as cuddly as a lamb." He said, wincing at his smile.
"I wouldn't want this guy after one of my most faithful and favorite clients." I said, worried.
"Don't worry, Silver. I can handle Logan. I can handle his brother too." Stryker said, taking my hand fondly.
"What? He has a brother, too?" I cried. He nodded.
"Victor. Victor is his brother. James--or as Victor calls him--Jim my, is Logan's actual first name. But since I've met him, he's gone by Logan. Don't worry, mutants are harmless. If you know how to handle them. And they're easy to handle." He replied, still smiling. Penny, my sweet, ginger haired stage manager/personal assistant called my name. I looked over my shoulder.
"I have to go, Mr. Stryker. My stage manager is calling." I said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He squeezed my hand and watched me leave. The fear in my mind was intense. Mutants scared me. They scared everyone. I had never actually met one, at least, not an obvious one. I was so afraid of this man, this Logan, and for William. Would he kill William, this Logan?