A/N: Finally, I have the time to publish my X-Men Fanfiction! This is based off of the MOVIES. That's why it is in MOVIES. I don't own X-Men, Marvel does or whoever made the movies. However, Roxanne, Eloise, and Jack are mine.
This is rated M because in later chapters there is violence, and because of all of the swearing, drinking, and smoking Roxanne likes to do.
1979, Three Mile Island
Kayla knelt on the ground, one hand steadying herself from collapsing, the other pressed against the hole in her chest. As the dust settled, she could see Logan running towards her.
"Logan," she whispered as he picked her up.
"I'm gonna get you out of here," he reassured her, "everything's gonna be fine."
"Logan," Kayla repeated, her voice a little stronger, "You have a daughter."
Logan almost stopped walking when she said this. "I'm a father?" he said, awestruck.
Kayla nodded, fighting back tears, "Yes, I never got to tell you I was pregnant. She's with my sister's husband, Jack. Her name is Roxanne; she already looks a lot like you, hazel eyes, and dark brown hair." She gasped as a spasm of pain shot through her.
Logan held Kayla a little tighter, "its okay, we're gonna take it nice and easy." He wondered how much time Kayla had left.
Suddenly, something hit Logan in the back of his head, causing him to fall and drop Kayla. Enraged, he whirled around, and launched himself at Stryker, who fired two more shots into Logan's head.
Logan fell to the ground, out cold.
Kayla screamed out Logan's name, tears in her eyes. Stryker walked over to her, gun in hand, and pointed it at her head. Kayla grabbed his ankle, and Stryker pointed the gun at his own head, jamming it into his jaw.
"I should make you pull the trigger," Kayla said with disgust in her voice, "but that would make us no better than you. Now drop the gun, and walk away. Walk until your feet bleed. Then keep walking."
The gun clattered to the ground, and Stryker walked away in a trance.
Kayla's mind focused on her small, three month old daughter. She hoped that one day, she would find the letters Kayla had written to her, in case this very situation happened. It explained everything, including Logan's history.
As soon as Kayla had been shot, plans had run through her mind. She told her sister, Emma, that if anything happened, she was to keep her daughter safe. She would most likely be raised next to Eloise, Emma's daughter.
Kayla stared up at the sky in her last moments of life, knowing that until her daughter found the small, brown box she had left her, she would know nothing of her father. And Logan, with his memories erased, would know nothing of Kayla or his daughter.
A/N:
I know this was short, and chapter one will be short too, but after that the chapters are longer. Except chapter seven which is 300ish words. I have up to chapter eleven written, but ten and eleven need editing still. Chapter twelve is in progress.
Chapter one will be up next Sunday
~MadBrit
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