I'm a Freak? Tell Me What's New!
Author's Note: If you don't like OC's, then get the heck out of here while you can! This was originally a Xmen Evolution story, but I couldn't picture that Logan cussing or drinking… plus who doesn't love Hugh Jackman?
Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own any of this except for me character, Keita
Why the retarded title: Because I couldn't think of a better one!
What's the timeline: Jean and Scott are dead, but Xavier went to Narnia and back (instead of Muir island), another words, he lived and wasn't killed by Jean, he just was MIA for a good part of X3.
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, there was a point of my life where I wasn't always considered a freak. There was a time when I was just called a freak by my peers for just being a nerd, and I just danced to the rhythm of my own drum.
But in my freshman year of high school, my life was completely changed. Instead of being the optional freak in school, I became a permanent one when my mutation emerged in front of the school. I was expelled from my school, and had to move to another school, where the teasing was even worse. Not only would I get teased by all the cool kids, but I 'd also be teased by the other mutant kids for not using my own mutation to defend myself, because I was already told if I used them I would be expelled from another school.
Soon I was skipping classes, and luckily my mutation saved my grades, because it allowed me to pick things up so fast. I could learn a whole lesson by just reading the textbook in five minutes. The band teacher loved this fact, and I was soon playing piano for the band. I finally found a clique that I half way belonged too, but the kids were always weary of me in that class.
By the time I had finished school, I had high honor roll, and was given a scholarship to college, or playing in concerts for piano pieces. Plus, I had been almost normal. It would be a fresh start, but I didn't like the spotlight. It was one of those things I just didn't want. Actually, I didn't know what to do with my life just then.
When my parents found out I had turned down everything I had been offered, they kicked me out of the house. My family called me a freak and I was disowned, leaving me with nothing but the stuff I sneaked out of my parent's house. True, I could have stolen the car, but I just decided to take enough for a few things and go up to Canada's wilderness to get my life in order and figure out what I wanted to do with it.
It had been a month since graduation, and I was in Canada's wilderness trying to see what some people found so nice about it. I was quickly finding out I was not the outdoorsy type, and so I would just go into towns to talk to people. So far, I had met two other mutants, and their two views were so different from mine, that neither one helped.
After meeting the last one, I decided to move on to another city, so he wouldn't follow me. He seemed to think mutants were superior to everyone, and that the mutants should rule the humans. I had a feeling I would be meeting him again, but for the meantime mileage meant comfort.
Like many of the other cheap bars, it gave me the opportunity to sneak a meal and some beer as well. The beer helped my mutation, as far-fetched as it seemed. But this bar had a cage match going on, which gave me some entertainment. From what I was hearing in the stands, it seemed that this guy was ripping them off of their money. He was a freak of nature to last so long in the cage with so much abuse and still win.
I watched this man in the cage win and win again. Soon I was distracted by an old man,
"How much, girly?" he put his hand on my shoulder. I hated it when they did that,
"I'm not interested, thanks," he kept his hand there,
"I promise I'll make it worth your while," he started to drag me into a room, and I started to call out, hoping someone would help. No one came to help, and he locked the door, "Nowhere to run, sweetheart,"
In about five minutes, I had his ass whipped, and he was on the floor knocked out cold. I heard footsteps advancing closer, so I grabbed a hundred dollar bill and unbolted the door to leave. It was the fighter from the cage,
"You're okay?" I looked at him with a glare,
"Don't stereotype me with the rest of those cute little damsels in distress. Please, I'd rather be thrown into a ravine, and left there butt naked to find my way out again," I shoved him out of the way, and went to leave on my modest motorcycle, when the man from the cage grabbed me by the arm,
"You did that?" I shrugged,
"Why not? He was going to take advantage of me. It was self defense on my part,"
"Why did you think I got out of the cage? I distinctly heard a plea for help from a girl being dragged away,"
"Well, no one came to rescue me… so I saved myself. Simple stuff, really,"
"What escapes my grasp is you bag the guy in five minutes, which was enough time for me to finish my match and grab my money, but a skinny kid like you knocked out a drunk man in the same amount of time," I smiled,
"Those date rape lessons did help out then," I pulled myself out of his grab and left the bar before he could talk to me anymore. I hated it when a person could tell you were a mutant before they even knew you. They look at you like a typical freak. But with that man it wasn't that. He didn't look like he saw me as a freak. The reason I was irritated with him was his sarcasm.
I turned around and went back into the bar. He was still standing there with a smirk on his face, "Wipe that look off your face," the man looked still looked pleasantly amused, "You're a mutant aren't you?" he silently nodded,
"You surprised?"
"No, if you can figure out I'm a mutant that quick. Then I can't be that far behind, right?"
"Good point," there was an awkward silence, "Why don't I buy you something to eat somewhere far away?"
"Why not? I was going to leave soon anyhow, especially after that rescue mission," I said sarcastically,
"Funny… You have a ride?" he asked seriously,
"Of course I do, how else would I come out here without it? I'll be ready in about an hour,"
"Good, because I can take a few more fights tonight,"
"You're crazy, but I'll be back in an hour," I left on my motorcycle to get back to the camp I had made around ten minutes away from the city. I found the spring and took a quick bath. I dried off quickly and packed as quickly as possible. Although it was insensible to be wearing five sweatshirts and a winter coat at the same time, I needed the space in my bags to pack the rest of the things I salvaged from my former home.
I rolled into the parking lot a few minutes late, just so that way the man would be ready to go. As soon as I pulled in, some motorcycle lights were shining in my face. She was momentarily blind, but she quickly got over it as the man took the lead. It was about fifteen minutes until they reached the next town, which they stopped at a local pub,
"Cold?"
"It gets chilly at night, yes?" I pulled off the coat and three of the five sweat shirts,
"Let's go in," we came into a nice family restaurant, and we were seated at a booth. He ordered for both of us and while we waited, he said, "I'm sorry we started off on the wrong foot. I'm Logan," I shook his hand,
"I'm Keita, and thanks for coming to save me," we started to talk, and he said,
"So exactly what are your abilities as a mutant?"
"Well, I have many different abilities. I learn things very quickly, have a healing factor, heightened senses, heightened reflexes, among other things. It's sort of like I learn as I go. I see you have an obvious healing factor, and heightened senses, anything else?"
"Good eye, kid. Well, I've got an advantage over you, that you can't get, and I'm thinking we'd probably be kicked out of the restaurant if I showed you," Of course, as soon as he said it, I knew I wanted to know right then and right there, however, he minded if we got kicked out. I had forgotten to mention to him that I hadn't eaten any real food in years, so I just politely picked at the food. When he noticed I really wasn't eating it, he said, "Kid, eat it. I'm not paying for you to have eaten a tenth of it,"
"Who said I wouldn't pay for it? Besides, you ordered for me, and I really didn't want any food to begin with," he glared,
"Why didn't you just say that at the beginning? Give me the rest of your food, I'll eat it. I just assumed you were like Marie," he grabbed my plate, "So, if you can afford a meal, then why do you look like a homeless kid?" I sighed,
"Let's just say my parents and I had a few disagreements when I graduated, which left me to resort taking some money and running," I said quietly,
"They kicked you out for being a mutant?" he asked curiously,
"Hell no! No, I've been a mutant since my freshman year. No, they were mad I didn't take any of my scholarships or job offers after graduation. They decided to kick me out after that. So now I'm in Canada trying to find out what I want to do,"
"Well, why did you turn down those job offers? You could easily switch jobs again,"
"Playing piano is nice to express emotions and such, but I don't think I could do it all the time. I don't want to lose my love for it,"
"You, a piano player? Considering you whipped a full grown man's ass I don't see why they didn't give you a scholarship in that department,"
"I didn't really participate at school. Let's put it this way: I was expelled from my first high school when my mutation emerged. The next one threatened me if I used any form of my mutation, I would be kicked out. So, when the kids picked on me for being a mutant, I couldn't stick up for myself. When the mutants from the school found this out, they started to pick on me too. So I didn't get much of a chance to show off my abilities, thank you," Logan paused a moment to mull this over,
"How come the other mutants weren't threatened as much to not use their powers?" I told him in a whisper,
"There's didn't endanger the lives of others. You have your abilities that are deadly, so are some of mine," he looked at her dead in the eye,
"You don't have these, do you?" he partially retracted his claws so I could see them. I jumped out of the booth from shock. The people looked at me strangely, but I went to sit back down,
"Wasn't expecting that… No, I don't. Tell me, are the whites of my eyes starting to turn black?" He looked at my eyes again,
"Actually they look a little grey,"
"Great, I need a meal soon, before I go crazy psycho. It was nice talking to you Logan, and if you ever see me again with the whites of my eyes black, run," I put the hundred dollar bill I had filched from the dirty guy on the table and ran out the door. This wasn't good, I hadn't thought about it being preoccupied with packing my things. I grabbed my motorcycle, and started drive to the wilderness.
My prayers were answered when I heard some deer in the brush. Luckily, it was timed well enough my abilities were being enhanced while I still had my head. I tracked the deer for awhile, and then lunged for one. I had been successful, and I pushed it down to the ground. Sadly, I had broken one of its legs, and I couldn't let it go back into the wild. So, I let my crazy psycho self go loose, so I didn't have to see the poor deer die. I would gain control after my psycho self had gotten enough blood, and I wouldn't have to do it again for awhile.
