Chapter 1

Kim's P.O.V.

"Aw, hey Jason, don't run away! We're not done with'cha yet!" Jason tried to run, but it was too late. He was surrounded by the college bullies, Bobby, Mark, Josh, Chris, and Adam.

"Leave 'em alone Bobby." I said. I'm 24 years old. I go to a state university, and I live with my family. Jason, the kid getting beat up, was a life long friend.

"What'ca say, Kim?" Bobby sneered.

"I said, leave. Him. Alone." I annunciated clearly. Bobby laughed.

"And if I don't?" Jason had tried to sneak off, but Bobby was too quick. In one swift motion, he grabbed Jason's collar, swung him around, and punched him square in the nose. There was a sickening crack and a yelp from Jason. Jason's nose began to bleed. My face became beet red.

"Don't. You. DARE!" I screamed at Bobby and pulled my fist back, ready to punch. I heard an odd metallic sound and a dull pain in my knuckles that subsided quickly. Bobby turned pale, screamed, and they all ran. I turned toward my fist, and my nose brushed against cool metal. 2 feet of claws had come out of my knuckles. Ah crap. I turned to Jason.

"Get away from me you, you freak!" He yelled before I could say a word. I felt hot tears coming to my eyes, so I turned and ran home, as fast as I can. Apparently, I had forgotten to pull in my claws, because every time I pumped my arms I felt them scrape my legs. While I did this long, boring run, I'll explain why I have metal claws coming out of my knuckles.

When I was 7 years old, I had been hiking through the woods, alone. Why I was hiking alone, I have no clue. I guess I was just incredibly stupid back then. I heard this noise coming from my left, and then this wolf just launched itself at me. I screamed, and when I put my arms out to defend myself (once more, why I stuck them straight ahead I have no clue. I guess I had a plan), bony claws came out of my knuckles, which sank deep into its chest, killing it. I've never told anyone. The reason they're metal now would take a while to explain, and I hate reliving it. So, I'm a mutant.

I got to my house, and ran in screaming, "Mom! Dad!" I don't know why I did, but I was so scared that I had exposed myself, that I wanted to tell them. My red-haired mom, silver-haired dad, black-haired brother, and Angelina Jolie look-alike sister ran into the room, but stopped immediately when they saw me. I turned to the hall mirror, and was pretty freaked out myself. Two holes were ripped in the side of my jeans, and along with the blood were small specks of silvery sparkles. My claws were tipped with blood from my legs, and my shoulder-length black hair was sticking out wildly. The one large, round, silver ring I wore on my middle finger had blood smeared on it. My eyes were glowing a soft white. They glow like that because of my powers. Weird, I know, but I'm just a weird person.

I saw the red spots on my cheek bones and arms from the incident. I also saw the long, red claw marks that had been left behind also from the incident. My brother, Matt, yelled for his brown-haired wife, Hannah, not to come in, but she did anyway with my 10 year old nephew Collin at her side, and right away I knew she wished she hadn't come in. She froze and tried to grab Collin, but he ran forward to me. Pushing his too-long light-brown bangs out of his steely gray eyes, he poked one of my claws and stared up at me, tears about to spill out of his eyes.

"What happened to you Kimmy?" Collin whispered. My heart ached at his words. Collin slowly backed away to stand by his mother. My dad had a look of disappointment in his eyes. I didn't understand that. Why was he disappointed in me for being a mutant? The X gene comes from males anyway, so maybe he should be disappointed with himself, not me.That's when I remembered that his father had been killed by a mutant. That's why he was so mad. He'll probably call the police on me. Crap. Oh well. I turned my attention to my other family members. My mom was dumbstruck, unwilling to move. Hannah had a look of pity in her eyes. She had this weird way of knowing what we felt. Just like Jasper. I thought she was a mutant, but she's still easily surprised. But hey, any mutant would be surprised to see someone with claws coming out of their knuckles, so I guess I can't talk. I know I could have just read her mind to figure out whether she was a mutant or not, but come on. That would be an invasion of privacy. My brother and sister were inching toward me. I ran to my room, and pulled out the black water proof backpack from my closet. I packed clothes, my phone and charger, and all the money in my wallet. I pulled on a hat and sunglasses. I knew I'd be on the run for a while. I could even hear my dad calling the police on me, his own daughter.

I ran past my brother and sister who were about to charge into my room, sprinted toward the kitchen, and grabbed water bottles which I throw into my backpack. I ran out the door, yelling my goodbyes, sorries, and 'Don't judge me's. After about three minutes I looked down at where my leg wound should have been, but all I saw was the very last small scrape of it fading away. How did I heal that fast, you may ask? Another power of mine is that I heal faster than anyone else. I stopped, and heard panting behind me. I turned to see my brother and sister behind me, doubled over and wheezing.

"How did you…?"

"Kimmy, we're mutants too, so is Hannah. We think Collin is too, because yesterday I'm pretty sure I saw him throw a spoon at me with his mind." He smiled and chuckled, and I couldn't help but crack a smile my self at my goofy brother.

"How long have you been one, Kim?" Kristen asked.

"Since I was seven," I sighed.

"Don't hate your powers, Kim," Matt said.

"I don't, but I kinda want to when they make Dad call the cops on me."

"Well, where ever you're going, let us go with you." Matt had the firm look on his face he always has when he was either trying to boss me around or figure out a big word. Kristen had her arms crossed firmly and was nodding fiercely when Matt spoke, making her look like a toddler.

"Wait, what're your powers?" I questioned warily. Matt smiled and teleported in circles around me. Kristen stared at the ground and where she has stared out came a huge tree and flowers. So, Matt was a teleporter and Kristen a nature-person. Fun.

"Hannah can sense emotions." Matt added.

"Why didn't you guys ever tell me?" I asked.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Kristen countered. "What're your powers?" she added softly. I lifted myself off the ground using my mind, and then made a flame appear in the palm of my hand. So yeah, I can do a lot of powers. I'm like the monster mutant of all time. I repeated that to my siblings.

"Holy cow…" Kristen started.

"Matt." I turned to him." "Go back. Run in screaming Kris was a mutant too and that you got scared so you came back home. I don't know, do something ridiculous, they'll believe you. I know Kris won't leave me, but you have to, because you have a family. Can I have your money?" They both handed me their money to put in my backpack.

"Bye Matt." My sister and I hugged him, hard. He ran off, and we hear police sirens screaming.

"What're the odds of us out running the police?"

"I'm scared." I choked out.

"It's ok. I'll be right here the whole time." And we were off. My chest heaved heavily as we run across the barren, cold landscape.

Kristen and I didn't stop until it was well after nightfall. The only place that seemed to be open in the town we ended up in was a small gas station. Kristen nodded and, breathing heavily, we pulled our hoods up over our heads before heading into the small building.

While we gathered some new water bottles and food, I noticed a tall, burly man staring at me with interest. He looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger. He has the same short brown hair, and definitely the same or even more amount of muscles. I pulled my hood down lower over my eyes and continued on gathering. When we had paid and left the store, the burly man followed us. He had put two fingers up to his ear, which I realized held a small ear piece in it, and was muttering into it. It sounded like he is describing something.

"That man that's following us…I'm going to reach into his mind…pull me if I start to run into something…" Kristen nodded and I pushed into Burly Man's mind.

I can't believe it's really her… "Yes, she's here, at…" Where's a stupid sign with the name of this place? Hmm…nope…nope…ah ha! There! "At Lofland City. Yes, I'm sure…really? He's been here before...Okay; I'll keep on their tail." This is big. Char…he would have been proud of me.

"Arnold Schwarzenegger called for backup. We have to get out of here, now." Kristen nodded once more and we started slowly picking up our pace. Burly Man continued to follow us; it was like the guy has nothing better to do with his life. Nothing happened to us until the lights of Lofland City were no longer visible.

I heard a whoosh in the trees that didn't belong, and seconds later I saw a pair of eyes in the bushes.

"Take cover!" I yelled to Kristen. I ran for the trees, claws extended fully and roaring. The pair of eyes lunged back, and metal struck metal.

I looked up to see an attractive, muscle-y man staring back down at me. His black hair stood up in small, almost not really there points at the sides of the top of his head, reminding me strongly of wolf ears. It looked as if his hair had naturally molded that way. He has a scruff of a beard and huge sideburns. He was incredibly familiar; I just knew that I'd met him before. His eyes softened when he looks at me, and I slowly lowered my claws.

I heard a scream and turned to see my sister be tackled by Burly Man.

"No!" I yelled. I turned to see the man about to strike again, and I used my mind to shoot up into the air. Right when I thought I was safe, an unnatural gust of wind began swirling around me. The wind got so rough it made me lose focus on staying upright and made me fall back down to earth. I readied myself to fall. Right as I was about to hit the ground I phased through it so I fell a little bit under the earth, then popped back up. I looked around me to see 6 mutants in matching suits.

It was too dark to see some things, but I did what I could. A small girl was dragging my unconscious sister to a jet. There was an African American woman with long silver hair whose white eyes are fading back to brown. There was a tall man looking to be about 25 with huge white angel wings protruding from his back. There was another boy my age with brown hair like Burly Man's only longer, and as I glanced his body seems to ice over.

These were the fabled X-Men, though I only knew the names of the man with wings (Angel) and one of them was Ice Dude or something. But I didn't know what they wanted with me or why they had to knock out my sister, so I wasn't going down without a fight.

I aimed for Ice Dude first. Flames burst to life in my palms and I threw them at him. The fire seemed to grow larger and larger as it raced toward him. He put up his forearm and the flames that contacted the ice there melted, but it was quickly replaced. But not before I saw that his sleeve has been burned and his skin scarred.

The girl came charging at me. I jump forward over her and somersaulted, but I brought my feet down hard on her back. My legs turned to iron right before I landed on her back, causing the impact to be worse. She collapses with a loud, "Oof!", and Ice Dude screamed, "No!" Wolf charged for me again, but as he was about to tackle me I teleported so that I appeared right behind him. I lurched for his ankles and grabbed them, making him fall flat. As I kicked Wolf quickly in the side twice, (and heard the sickening crack of ribs breaking, and to my horror enjoy the sound) I saw Angel flying high up above and ready to dive, so I shot up to him.

I punched him square in the jaw and he kicked me hard in the stomach. I flew backwards then shot straight at him, and landed a flurry of punches on to his bare stomach. He started to falter and cough harshly, so I flipped backwards and kicked him under the chin. I heard a sickening crunch and know he's bit through his tongue. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He fainted and fell back towards the earth, where I heard the tiny girl scream in terror. A fiery feeling washed over me, and I started to ready my flames, but stopped myself. I was getting out of control. I wasn't aiming to kill; I was just trying to escape. So I shot down and grabbed him under his arms. As we sank to the earth I started thinking Please let his tongue heal. Please let it heal. It'd be really gross if he opened his mouth and his tongue just plopped onto the ground. I shuddered. I realized two things at once: he had suddenly quit bleeding and the ground had come up quickly. I landed and quickly laid him on the ground. I looked up to see who I needed to get next.

White Hair's eyes were glowing white again. Wolf and Tiny Girl were slowly regaining consciousness, moaning. Ice Dude and Burly Man were charging me. I yelped and ducked at the last minute, making them crash into each other. I ran forward but a fierce wind blew me back. I was blown straight back into Wolf. I drew my claws and he got his weird metal back out and starts parrying. At one point his metal (knives?) scraped my forehead, leaving long, gashing marks, not quite unlike the marks on my arm. I yelped and White Hair screeched, "Careful!" I tilted my head to the side, making my neck pop, and I felt the gashes heal.

"What do you want with me?" I yelled at him.

"To take you somewhere safe," Tiny Girl squeaked.

"Why?" I asked, taking all my attention away from Wolf, which was incredibly dense on my part.

"Because if we don't, the bad guys will get you," Ice Dude said, helping Tiny Girl get back on her feet. In the corner of my eye, I saw one of the X-Men approaching me, but it didn't register in my mind.

"You guys seem more like the-." But I never got to finish my sentence, because Burly Man hit me over the head with something steely, and right before I passed out, Wolf said, "See you when you wake up, sweetheart."

Logan's P.O.V.

"All right. Tin Man, you take her back to the jet. Half-pint, you're fine. Walk faster. Frosty, help get Pigeon over there into the jet. Sunshine, get the jet ready. Let's move!" I yelled. Everyone paused for a moment trying to figure out which name was theirs, then followed my orders. As Tin Man/Piotr/Colossus slowly lumbered over to where the girl on the ground and I were, I studied her features. She looked like a punk. She was extremely pale. Her black top was dirty and ripped, and so were her jeans. Her huge ring was covered in dried blood. But what was really interesting was her arms and face. On her arms were three long, red scratch scars that looked familiar. There were claw scars on her face. But when her eyes were open, I knew those things shone bright white. She was really quite odd.

"A punk. Hot." I looked up to see Tin Man/Piotr/Colossus grinning goofily at me. I growled at him.

"Hey. Whoa. Sorry Logan. Don't go all wolverine on me," Colossus said, putting his hands up defensively. He picked up the punk and carried her off. I will agree with one thing Colossus said. She was hot.