DISCLAIMER: I do not own X-Men in any way, shape, or form. However, I do own this spiffy new character. WOOHOO!
A/N: This is just a little brain-baby that hit me while I was watching the first X-Men movie. This is just a small little preface, sort of thing to a nice series of one-shots I'll be typing up. Feel free to flame it if you hate it or whatnot.
The crowd tonight was a lively one, and the strange girl sitting in the shadows was lapping it up as she watched the cage brawler known as Wolverine beat down another opponent. Honestly, she didn't think it was fair for the poor humans. They didn't have a clue the man they were facing wasn't like them. And, to be quite blunt, she was fed up with their pathetic attempts at besting the man.
So, throwing off her cloak, she stands up and struts into the light. Every eye in the room, that belonged to a man, was on her in an instant. They gazed longingly at her and her short, pleated, bright orange skirt. Her shirt was a corset inspired tank-top that was a hideously bright shade of yellow. She wore simply black sunglasses, knee-high combat boots, and yellow and orange checkered stockings. Her hair was blonde with streaks of orange scattered through it, and it was this that she now ran her pale hand through as she stood at the cage door.
The announcer stood, blink stupidly at her, before speaking "Uh……I believe we have our next challenger…?" he trailed off, making his statement sound more like a question.
The girl walked past him into the cage, closing the door behind her. "Well, wolf-man, let's get this over with…"
Wolverine kept his relaxed position, choosing to ignore her rather than acknowledge her.
"Well, you're not very talkative…are you?" Suddenly, she runs up behind him, her voice sounding sultry in his ear. "Too slow wolf-man." And, with a swift thrust of her fist, she punches him hard in the kidney.
Immediately, not even wincing, he turns around and takes her by the throat, throwing her across the cage and into the opposite wall of the enclosure. She recovers quickly and jumps up, her fingers curling around the fencing that lines the ceiling before she swings herself forward so her boots, making a rather loud cracking noise, make contact with his chest, sending him flying backwards into the wall behind him. He collects himself swiftly, once again getting to his feet, before he waits for her to charge. As soon as she's within striking distance he begins his booted foot up and it connects with her jaw, sending her sprawling into the floor.
He spits on said floor beside her as the man outside the cage calls out his victory yet again. "Nice try, kid."
The girl pushes herself to her feet slowly, a smirk beginning to tug gently at her slightly bleeding lips. "Just trying to show everyone what you really are…Logan."
Logan freezes, turning swiftly on the spot to confront the girl. However, the only glimpse he catches of her is her swirling cloak as she flies out the bar's front door, leaving him standing there and wondering to himself, aloud but quite softly "How the hell did she know that name?"
A/N2: Phew. Glad that's over with... I haven't put up a new story on here in eons, and I have a feeling this one's going to take me a wee-bit to actually finish. As most of the authors on this site, I truly appreciate any sort of criticism you can give me. If all you can think of saying is "this is the worst thing I've ever read, never write anything again", please feel free to express yourself. I won't send bloodthirsty gnomes after you, or anything... :) And, for those of you that might possibly be curious, the next part should be up within a couple days. I have Christmas break right now, and this is definitely how I'll sepnd my free time.