((I'm going to try this X-men story! It takes place after X-3 and if you don't remember it then I'll give you a synopsis: The school continues without Xavier, with Storm now as headmistress and Logan as a teacher; the President appoints Beast as ambassador to the United Nations; Rogue returns, telling Iceman she has taken the "cure." The underpowered Magneto sits at a chessboard in a park and reaches out toward a metal chess piece that moves slightly, indicating that the mutant cure may possibly be only temporary. I am changing it a little. Warren (angel) is at the school and so it Kurt (nightcrawler). Hope you like it))

Chapter 1

The street festival was in full swing as I walked; dodging people left, right and center. No one looked at me –despite my odd apparel; a long black hooded cloak- which was fine by me. In my experience its better to go unnoticed. I tugged at my hood, so it covered my face and head more securely. I ducked it to an ally after only a few minuets of walking. The noise of the crowd was just too much for my sensitive ears and a headache was forming behind my left eye. My nose burned from the mixture of burnt food, chemicals, people and other things I don't even want to get into. And my eyes throbbed, because I caught every colour, every move, every twitch.

I leaned up against the cool wall of the ally and sunk down so that I was only supported by my toes. My head lulled back and my hood fell from my face, exposing my fur and long pointed wolf ears. I moved the back of my cape and my tail, wagged as it became free. Even though being a mutant was no longer an issue, I was still shunned. It was like black rights. White and Black people where now equal, but there are still racist people out there.

I'm covered in reddish fur, with a tail and ears, have the heightened scenes of a wolf and transform either half way or fully into a wolf; tell me now, where do I fit in? Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. That's were I was going now, but I was having the tiniest of problems actually locating it. I would have to try and track one of the mutants.

I stood up and shook my long red hair out of my eyes and focused all my energy on transforming my face. Then my bones started to crack and pop as the broke, grew and fixed them selves so that they formed a wolf's. I snorted and cracked my neck. I sniffed around and my vision black out. I was now seeing through my nose, so to speak. Every thing was made up of scents. The garbage can to my left smelt of cigarettes and trash. And a few fait trails lingered around the ally. A mutant's odour is much more defined then a human's. After a minuet or two I caught the aroma of a kid, maybe 16 or 17 heading west. The scent was potent. So this must have been it.

I covered my face more fully and hid my tail again before starting off. I slipped back on to the street, still following the mutant. Then I saw him; the kid I was following. He was with another girl –I don't know how I missed her, but it seemed that their scents mixed- strolling down Main Street, hand in hand.

I tensed for a second then continued to pursue them. They laughed and joked all the way down the road, finally coming to a stop at a bar.

"Mac's Rave 'n Drink?" I read the sign and spoke out-loud. I shrugged and slipped in the door and into the bar ignored by everyone. The two teenagers, walked strait towards a burly looking man with excessive amounts of hair that stuck up on either side, and was smoking a cigar. He was talking to two other men. One wore a trench coat and hat, the other had blond hair. Something was folded underneath the blond man's coat and it looked like he had a hunched back.

"Logan, Kurt, Warren, we're back and ready to go," said the girl in a thick southern drawl.

The larger, buff dude turned around as I came closer and it became apparent that the 3 men also possessed the X gene. "Yeah, yeah, one sec. Have a seat, -bar tender! 2 waters- and get comfy," the man patted a seat next to him.

"Logan," the veiled man spook with a solid German accent, "I do not think it wise that they stay in the bar; they are only 17 years of age," his voice dripped reason but the other refused to listen.

The Logan man snorted and smacked the seat more firmly as if to say sit or I'll make you. It seemed to me that the kids chose the lesser of two evils and took a seat on the bar stools.

I sat down at a table not to far away, -if it weren't for my ears, I wouldn't have been able to hear them talk- and set my face back to normal. I grimaced at the bones broke but other then that I made no movement.

A waitress, with curly brown hair, firmly press up boobs, and drown-on eye brows, strutted over to me, "what can I do ya for, darlin'?" she asked and popped a bubble with her gum. She smelt strongly of vodka, smoke and sweaty men.

"Um, just water," I mumbled.

"Right up," she winked and turned, pranced back to the bar, her but wagging as she did so. It made me want to puke.

"Come on, Logan," I perked up as the girl spoke again. "We need to get back to school." Dingo, they where my ride.

"I don't see why we can't hang around here for a bit," Logan took a drag from the cigar and blew out the smoke in my direction.

"They have a test, Logan," the 3rd man finally spoke.

"How do you know, Warren," questioned Logan.

"Because, I've been helping in that class," he said sternly.

"Pftt!" Logan knocked aside the comment and took another swig of beer.

"Come on," said the German man, I'll take you home, and then come back for Logan," they all stood and walked to the door.

Logan broke down, "Fine, fine! But for the record, I'm only coming because no one –and I mean no one- but me drives my car," he huffed, then threw a twenty on the counter and joined his friends. That was my cue to get up as well.

I leapt up and almost knocked over someone's glass in my haste. I managed to stay on my feet as I hurled along the street; trying to catch up. I saw them all walking along the forest and I ducked behind a tree. I followed in the shadows and stopped a good 5 feet away from them as the continued on there marry way.

Originally I was going to just expose myself to them but now that I've seen their alpha (the Logan bloke) I didn't really feel in the mood for danger. He stunk of adrenalin and I didn't like it all that much, so I changed my plans. I was now going to tail the car. I pulled my cloak off and started to peel off layers. I stuffed all of my clothing –jeans, tank-top, under wear- into a pock on the inside of the coat. So there I stood completely naked in the forest.

My scars shone in the light of the street lamp: battle wounds that would for ever be etched into my body; reminding me that I was not welcome in society. I shook the tears from my eye and closed them concentrating on my full wolf figure. And in no time at all my bones were cracking and rearranging themselves, my heart stopped as it grew, all of my vital organs shut down and developed into a wolf's. In only 5 seconds I was a wolf. Yes it's that quick.

I picked up my cape in my mouth and –making sure not to pierce the fabric with my enlarged canine teeth- I trotted towards their voices. I tracked them for a few more minuets before they came to a large vehicle with tinted back windows. I crouched down in the shadows, so that if one of the mutants possessed any type of super sight, I would be partly hidden.

It took them 25 minuets to actually get in the car. 20 of which was spent, trying to convince Logan that he was much too drunk to drive and that Warren –who had had less to drink then the two other men- should drive instead. Fine he gave in, but not without threats to Warren's life if he got a scratch on the car. Then finally they drove away and I sprang in to action, following along on the sidewalk.

They drove down a paved road but then turned onto a dirt drive way. I followed the car more closely. At last we came to a mansion. I veered of the road and into the forest. I ran along the wall; looking for a place where I could jump over. I found a section in the fence that lead into a basket ball court. I backed up and took a running start. I pressed my hind legs into the ground and bounded over the stone. I caught the top of the wall and scrambled to get over and landed with a thunk, on the turf. My legs gave way and I fell onto my stomach. The air in my lungs was press from them and I lay there trying to catch my breath. I looked up and suddenly knew I was being watched, people where pressing up against the windows and a flashing light inside the building told me that I had unknowingly set off an alarm.

I pushed myself up and was about to go find a place where I could faze, when there was aloud noise. BAMF and a blue man with 3 fingers, 3 toes and a devil like tail appeared in front of me, just my luck, if it was a girl then maybe I could faze, but no it had to be a guy. I turned to run two more people touched down and surrounded me; a woman with white hair and Logan, the large guy from the bar.

"We don't want to kill it," said the blue man, and I recognised him from the bar as well.

"It's probably just scared and confused," said the woman and the blond guy joined us in the circle.

"I've got the kids in bed again Storm," he reported.

"Very good, thank you Warren," she nodded to him. "Now, we need to find away to remove the wolf safely."

This was getting old fast, I in no way wanted to 'be removed safely' so I took maters into my own hands. I snatched my coat and flung it over my body. I closed my eyes and I transformed from wolf to girl in front of there eyes all that was left to sagest that I had ever been a dog was my ears and tail. So I stood only covered by my cloak that I kept wrapped around my slight frame.

They all took a step back in shock and I smiled and gripped the fabric like it was a life line, trying my best to cover my scars.

"Hey," I said. "Nice weather, huh?"

"You've been following us," Logan stated.

"Uh, yeah I have," I agreed.

"Why?" he looked stern.

"Well I've been looking for this place and I couldn't find it so I found you instead. I was going to ask for your help but you reek of anger and adrenalin, so I guessed that your not the most hospitable person on the planet, plus you drunk, and I thought that just might make you a little more cranky," I stood there for a moment and then everyone burst out laughing.

"You haven't even met him and you've got Logan down pat!" guffawed Warren.

"I can do that with everyone," I informed him but beamed none the less.

"Really? That's interesting. I'm Storm, headmaster here at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Do you have a name my dear?" she was sweat and smelled like rain and kindness, I liked her.

"I'm Shae-Lin Marcy. But I like Shae," I headed out my hand and she shook it.

"Well, come inside, you'll catch a cold out here," she took my arm and lead me into the school.

As we walked I heard Logan smack Warren.

"What?" Warren complained.

"Stop staring," Logan said gruffly. I smiled to myself.

As we walked Strom enquired about my life. "So are you a run-away?" asked Storm.

"Yeah, I guess." I replied and clasped the cloak as it began to slip. I stopped and quickly pulled it on so I wouldn't have to hold it any longer.

"How, old are you Shae?"

"I'm 18, 19 in a few days; does this mean I can't stay?"

"No, of cores not, you can stay as long as you need because we offer university classes and you can join the X-men if you want," she turned and smiled.

"I'd like that." It was truly the first time I've ever felt welcome.

"This is your room," Storm opened a door. I gasped in shock, because my room was awesome! I had a double bed, a huge closet and my own bathroom. I turned and hugged Storm; my tail following in the act and wrapped around her as well. She hugged me and I felt like I had a mom that understood me and loved who I was; something I never got from my real mom.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome," she murmured back. "Breakfast is at 9, and then I'll introduce you to the rest of the X-men and actually tell you about the X-men. Good night Shae" and she left, leaving a faint trail of sweat fragrance after her.

I lay down on my bed and curled up; falling asleep almost at once.