Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Alizah's P.O.V.
Memory Begins
"Come on Alize! You can run faster than that!" A friendly, familiar voice echoed as I pushed myself harder. I was only seven years old, yet I was the fastest in my ENTIRE school! I remembered digging deep and running as fast as I could and eventually I won 1st place in my sports day! Parents cheered and I was lifted into the air by my older brother, Logan. "Yes! Well done Tiny!" He said as he hugged me.

I giggled hugging him back. "I won Mama!" I cried to a beautiful woman with long red hair and snow-white skin.

"I know baby! I seen!" She said to me as my brother handed me over to her and she hugged me, kissing my cheek with her rosy red lips.

"Where's Dad?" My brother asked as we started walking towards the car.

"He's waiting for us at home, we are going to grab a Domino's meat feast on our way back, is that alright Logan?" Mother explained to my brother who smirked.

"Meat gooood!" I cried as my stomach began rumbling.

Mother and Logan laughed. "Come on Pup, get in!" Logan said as he opened the car door for me and I climbed into the back of our car.

It didn't take us long to get the meat feast pizza and to make our way home. I was so excited that I couldn't stop bouncing up and down in the car seat. My brother laughed as we climbed out of the car. We failed to notice the rustling in the bushes as we walked towards our home. Our home was a small wooden cabin in the middle of a forest only a little away from other people. "I was about to call out a search party!" My father laughed as we entered the house.

"Sorry honey, we had to take a detour..." My mother sighed exasperated as she looked at my father with worry in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Logan, take your sister into the living room, and start setting the table, alright son?" Father suggested with a serious tone.

I could sense the worry and smell the fear coming from my mother as Logan lifted me up and took the pizzas into the other room. I was young and didn't pay attention to what was going on. I wriggled out of my brother's arms and went to turn the TV on when I got distracted by my Father's old silver lighter. I was allowed to play with it since it was old and didn't work anymore, however as I began to click the silver lighter open a flicker of a flame was produced! "Alize! How did you do that!?" Logan asked me surprised.

"I don't know! Maybe I'm like you!" I smiled at him as my parents walked in and seen the flame. You would have thought they would be afraid but they weren't, instead they were so pleased! That's when it all went wrong! The front door of our cabin was kicked down and men in green uniforms began to file in. I clung to my father, terrified as I watched them point their guns at my family. My brother snarled and clenched his fists, three silver claws sliced through his knuckles as a man walked towards us.

"Jasper, your time is up! Vhere are my veapons!?" He as ked my father in a German accent.

My father glared at him as he set me down and went to the mahogany coffee table. Before my seven year old eyes, the table changed into a cabinet which held different types of weapons. The German man walked over and picked one up, lifting it up to examine it. "It is just what you wanted so now you can leave me and my family al-" Everything stopped as I watched in utter horror as my Father was shot dead with his own invention.

"DADDY!" I screamed as the German man turned back to face us.

My mother wrapped her arms around me hugging me close to her. "That isn't vhat I had in mind..." He said advancing towards us slowly, and bending down to my height. "The daughter of a mutant and a firefox and the son vith the unbreakable skeleton!" The man reached out to touch me when I kicked him where no man should be kicked. The German man grunted in pain and fell to his knees. The other soldiers raised their guns, clicking the safety off.

"Logan! Take your sister and run! Take your father's motorbike and run! Now!" Mother cried as she handed me to Logan. Logan hesitated but Mother gave him a stern expression which told him not to argue with her and he picked me up.

"No! Logan!" I protested as I squirmed in his arms and tried to reach my mother who was beginning to bend her fire!

"Alize! Knock it off! Come on!" Logan told me as he was having difficulty holding me while trying to leave.

"That von't stop us Alice! Ve will find them vherever they go! Ve found you and your husband after centuries, just by following my Father's vork!" The German man rose to his feet. "I gave you a choice! To be forever an experiment or to have a family and create veapons for me! You chose to create veapons!" He said.

I watched as my mother tried to block him out but to my horror, he walked through her flames unharmed and smacked her across her face! "Mum!" Logan cried as the sound of a harsh smack echoed through the household.

"Go! James! NOW!" She yelled at him but her calls were slowly turned to chokes and gasps for air as the German man closed his muscled hand around her throat and started squeezing.

"MUMMY!" I screamed as I watched my beloved mother struggle to breathe, the fear in her eyes glistened like crystals as tears started to form. Logan knew we could do nothing. We had to leave. Logan started making his way to the back door when I heard the sound of bones breaking. I turned around and seen my mother's lifeless body fall to the ground. Her neck broken!

"Shoot her to ensure she doesn't heal!" The German man ordered as he advanced towards us.

Tears were spilling from my eyes as Logan backed towards the door. I heard the 'sinkt' of his claws slicing through the skin of his knuckles once more. The sound of guns firing repeatedly upon my mother's already dead body echoed through the household. "Logan!" I sobbed terrified as I watched the blood leaking from her and my Father's body!

Logan set me down on the leather sofa near the back door so he could use both his hands. "Run Alizah!" He told me giving me a serious look.

I swallowed and began to back away and was about to exit when my brother was attacked! He was flung off his feet by this hairy animal thing! They fought as guns went off and I tried to run but I was grabbed by the man who shot my father and strangled my mother before breaking her neck! He held me in place, forcing me to watch my beloved big brother be savagely ripped apart!
Memory Ends

I screamed as I shot upright in my bed, breathless from that vivid nightmare. My trembling body was drenched in sweat and I was panting heavily. It took only a few minutes before my senses returned to normal. Once my hearing returned, I could hear the familiar crackling of flames. My brown eyes widened at the red and orange flames which surrounded my bedroom. The fire alarm started beeping louder than ever before! It was so loud that I feared my ears would begin to bleed! I clamped my hands over my ears to try and block out the deafening sound. It was only then did I register the salty dampness upon my face...tears...but why? While I was trying to block out the deafening sound of the fire alarm, my troubled mind wandered back to that dream...it felt so real to me and the silver lighter which sat on my beside table was identical to the one in my dream...was it a dream? The tears were of fear and loss for the ones that died were real. The familiarity of the faces and names within my dream were real! The closeness I felt towards the older brother matched that void inside me...

"Alizah!" I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts as I felt a hand close over my shoulder and gently shaking me from my thoughts. I opened my brown eyes to see my adopted mother, Mrs. Hale bending over to me. She was saying something but I couldn't make out what it was. Slowly, I uncovered my ears. The fire alarm had stopped.

"Sorry...what were you saying?" I asked her as I stared at my room everything was back to normal! There was no flames! No fire! I shook my head.

"I asked if you were alright honey, the fire alarm seems to be faulty! I hope it didn't wake you?" Mrs. Hale explained, brushing my black hair out of my face.

I smiled at her. Her beautiful tanned skin and wavy blonde hair sitting perfectly on her shoulders with her blue eyes looking at me with worry and concern. After most of my life watching people around me being happy and moving on while I was forced to move between foster homes...it was nice to finally have someone care for me. "No...I was already awake..." I told her. My accent was strange. Despite living in Honolulu in Hawaii for three years of my life, you would think that I would have a Hawaian accent, which I do, however there is a slight Canadian twine to it, something which my adopted sister, Chelsea never let's me forget.

"Are you alright Alizah?" Mrs. Hale's gentle voice snapped me from my thoughts. "I heard you screaming again..." She explained to me as she sat down on the edge of of my bed.

"Yes...I'm fine really, it was just a nightmare" I reassured her.

Mrs. Hale smiled at me. "As long as you are alright, breakfast will be ready soon..." Mrs. Hale told me as she rose from my bed.

I nodded trying to ignore that feeling in my stomach which told me that I wasn't okay...that something was happening to me...something which I couldn't explain. Mrs. Hale smiled at me as she left my room. I adored both her and her husband a lot however, felt there was still this big void in my heart...one only my brother could fill... I shook my head and rose from my warm bed, I wasn't about to believe some dream...although it did seem more realistic than the car crash...

I sighed heavily as I switched off the shower head. The bathroom was engulfed with steam, it looked more like a steam room than a regular bathroom. Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation spreading throughout my body and engulfing my hands. I gasped in shock as I stared down at my right hand, sitting in the palm of my right hand was a real red and orange flame! I swallowed in fear as I timidly to touch it, expecting the flame to burn me, however, it only licked at my index finger on my left hand. Consumed with fascination, I watched as the flames jumped delicately from my right hand to my left index finger! I couldn't stop an excited smile spread to my lips as I became mesmerised by the flames.
However, a loud pounding on the wooden door echoed through the bathroom yanked me from my trance. Reluctantly, I tore my brown eyes away from the majestic flames and glanced up at the mahogany door.

"Are you finished yet Freak!?" Chelsea's snobby Hawaian voice snapped impatiently through the door.

I sighed heavily as I rolled my eyes. "I'll be out in five minutes!" I told her as I returned my focus to my left hand. But to my disappointment, there wasn't a single flame! I shook my head as I rose from my crouched position and started getting dressed. A smirk spread across my lips as I heard Chelsea yelling in frustration as she stomped away. Chelsea was Mr and Mrs Hale's snobby daughter, who never liked me or even tried to like me. Instead she goes out of her way to make my life miserable, however she often fails as I have dealt with people like her before so I refuse to give her any satisfaction. Not that it stops her.

It only took me about five minutes to get dressed. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was obvious that I was adopted. For one thing, I had long straight black hair and chocolate brown eyes, whereas Chelsea had wavy blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes similar to both her parents. Another indicator of my adoption is the fact that me and Chelsea were nothing alike! In fact we were the complete opposites of each other. Personality wise and fashion sense. Chelsea had your typical Queen Bee personality, bossy, rude, stuck up, snobby, etc. She wore ridiculously short skirts and seriously high high-heels with the most stupid and slurry pink tank top which I had ever seen! Me, on the other hand, was your typical tomboy. I wore anything which made me feel comfortable. Today, I was wearing a navy blue tank top with ripped denim shorts and my grey converse. I couldn't help but be thankful that I was nothing like Chelsea, for it reminded me that I wasn't her sister and that coming to Hawaii and joining this family hadn't changed me at all.

"Girls, breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Hale called from the bottom of the stairs. Her voice echoed as clear as day through the household.

I winced at the sheer volume. What was happening to me!? I shook my head and bent down to gather up my wet towel. Closing my hand over the damp fluffy white material, I had to bite down on my tongue to prevent myself from screaming with pain and shock as three adamantium claws sliced through my skin. My eyes widened at the strange metallic claws which had pierced through eight layers of skin! In fear, I uncurled my fingers, releasing the towel and in doing so, the claws retracted and slid back into my hands! "Are you done yet!?" Chelsea's voice rudely snapped me from my shocked state. I shook my head and gathered the rest of my stuff up before unlocking the bathroom door to reveal one very impatient Chelsea standing with her arms folded across her chest and tapping her perfectly manicured toenails impatiently. Her makeup caked face was plastered in a very unattractive frown. Her foundation was so overly applied that she reminded me of a slurry oompa-loompa from the 1971 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film.

"Finally!" She complained as she deliberately shouldered past me and into the bathroom.

Rolling my eyes, I began making my way downstairs after leaving my clothes bag in my room. "Oh Chelsea, I may have used all of the hot water!" I called to her smirking as I continued down the stairs and into the kitchen where I was instantly engulfed by the beautiful smell of bacon, scrambled eggs, sausages, potato bread, soda bread, pancakes and to to top it all off, there was the sweet smell of freshly squeezed tropical juice. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I walked through the kitchen. "Good morning!" I said as I smiled at my adopted parents. "Mm! Something smells amazing!" I exclaimed, complimenting Mr. Hale on his cooking skills as a sat down at the table. My eyes scanned all of the delicious food which surrounded the circular mahogany table which sat in the middle of the kitchen.

"Glad you approve Alizah!" Mr. Hale chuckled as he and Mrs. Hale joined me at the table.

"Well let's begin then! Since Chelsea is taking her time!" Mrs. Hale sighed as we began to ear the mouth-watering breakfast.

I wasted no time in starting my breakfast. I had always had a massive appetite! My adopted parents didn't mind, especially since Chelsea barely ate anything. She always complained about how far it would make her, although to her utter disappointment, I could eat all the crap I wanted without gaining a single stone! I always stayed the same size. "Urgh! What the hell is that!? Don't you know how much fat is in that stuff!?" Chelsea judgemental voice echoed through the kitchen as she made her way through the kitchen, grabbing a piece of fruit.

I rolled my eyes and finished my breakfast. "Thanks for the breakfast" I said as I cleared away my plate.

"No worries dear, have a good day!" Mrs. Hale said as she gave me and Chelsea a hug.

I returned her smile and grabbed my Nightmare Before Christmas Jack Skellington shoulder bag before leaving the house. Just as I was about to leave, I felt Mr. Hale hand me my phone and my purse. "Thanks!" I smiled giving him a hug before lifting my house key and walking out of the front door.

"Finally! God! I don't know how you take so long in the morning! I mean, it isn't like you actually spend time on how you look!" Chelsea remarked as we started down the driveway.

I rolled my eyes ignoring her as I slipped my purse and keys into my bag and put my phone in the pocket of my shorts. As I set my purse inside my bag, I could feel something cold and metallic at the bottom of my bag. Curious, my hand closed over the object and pulled it out of my bag. It was an old 1930s silver Zippo lighter, similar to the one from my memory...I winced as another flash of memories plagued my mind. "Are you coming Freak!?" Chelsea's voice snapped me from my daze.

"What? Oh yeah..." I said as I placed into my back pocket. Chelsea was standing in her usual annoyed and impatient stance with her left hand elegantly filing her perfectly manicured nails on her right hand. Unlike me, Chelsea was left handed. I started to walk towards her, in the direction of the bus station. Chelsea was clearly distracted so I decided to go on without her. I didn't care whether or not she caught up with me.

"Hey! Freak! Wait up!" Chelsea called after me we a began walking towards the bus stop. I could hear Chelsea's ridiculous high-heels clicking loudly as she stumbled to try and catch up with me. I sighed exasperated as the irritating sound echoed in my ears louder than ever before. Now that I thought about it, everything was much louder than before! I have the birds singing and cars on the move, traffic lights, angry couples yelling at each other. However , I could all these things loud and clear even if the sounds were nowhere near me...

While we were walking towards the bus stop, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me... Shaking my head, I continued walk towards the bus stop, Chelsea had already met up with her snobby friends thankfully. I could never stand being anywhere near any of them. Suddenly, I heard a twig snapping somewhere behind me, but when I turned around there was no one behind me... Tightening my grip on the strap of my shoulder bag and continued to walk in the direction of the bus stop, trying to ignore that voice inside my head telling me to run... It took only a few minutes before the blue bus stop sign came into my range of sight. It was still at least a mile or so away from me which was strange since I could see it as though it was right in front of me. 'What's happening to me!?' I thought to myself as I continued towards the bus stop. As I got closer to the stop, I inhaled and received a strange but familiar scent which seemed to make the hairs on my neck rise, not far from where I was...I could hear someone breathing behind me and I could sense someone following me...and they were close... A sudden hairy hand closed around my wrist just as I was about to turn the corner. "Hey! Get off me!" I snarled as I was suddenly yanked backwards into someone's chest. I was faced with a rather hairy man who looked down on my smirking evilly at me. He had long blonde hair and strange amber eyes. He stood around 6'6" tall and was wearing strange shoulder pads and body armour. He was also wearing a pair of black leggings and a tattered brown cloak.

"Well, well, look who it is! Little Alizah Howlett! Your big brother isn't around to help you now!" The man spoke with a Canadian accent as he smirked sinisterly.

I swallowed as I struggled against his grip, something about him reminded me of that animal in my dream. "W-what do you mean? My brother? He is dead..." I said trying to sound convincingly brave as I struggled to get out of his grip, but he only tightened it. "Let go of me! What do you want!?" I hissed at him. My heart was pounding and I could hear it and I could also hear his...

The man yanked me closer to him. "Is that what they told you?" The man scoffed. "How did they say he died? A car crash? Is that what he made you believe?! Pathetic! A simple car crash would never kill your brother! Neither would a simple wrestle with me..." He told me, speaking close to my ear.
I felt my body shudder as I felt his breath on my skin.

My breathing became short and quick as the fear began to build as his grip began tightening. 'They!?He!?' I thought to myself. What was he talking about!? "Let me go! What are you talking about!?" I snarled as I tried to repress the memory. I could feel my head begin to ache but I soon forgot about it as I felt my hand ignite. The man yelled out in pain, releasing me in the process. Once his hand had vanished from around my wrist, I wasted no time in kicking him where it would hurt before running away as fast as I could.

Within minutes I had reached the bus stop. I risked a glance behind me and to my shock there was no one there! My mind was having a difficult time processing what had just happened that I was unaware of the approaching person who was coming behind, until their arms were wrapped around me, catching me off guard. "Hey Alize!" The sudden Hawaian accent of my best friend, Alex Masters echoed in my ears. I couldn't help but jumps at his sudden voice.

"Jesus Al!" I gasped as I turned around to see his handsome tanned face and captivating brown eyes. "Don't sneak up on me like that! You scared the hell out of me!" I told him as I playfully punched one of his muscled arms.

"I'm sorry Alize! I had no idea you were so jumpy today!" Alex said as he pulled me into a hug. "Since when did you become such a scaredycat?" He teased me.

I glared at him with friendly offence. "I'm fine! Just a tad freaked out!" I confessed to him as I rolled my eyes at him.

Alex's tanned face softened and he raised one of his blonde eyebrows at me as the yellow school bus arrived. I couldn't help but smile at the worried expression on his face and the concern in his eyes. "Why? What's happened?" He asked me.

"It has just been a really strange morning..." I told him bluntly sighing heavily as we started to board the bus.

"Why? What happened this morning?" Alex asked me as he put one of his muscled arms around my shoulders and led me onto the bus towards our seats.

I laughed awkwardly thinking about my morning. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you!"

"Try me!"

I sighed heavily. I knew Alex was persistent to no end. It was one of the things that attracted me to him, his determination. "Well..." I didn't know what to tell him. That I was different to him? That I wasn't human! "Well I met this real creepy guy who spoke about my *swallow back emotion* brother and..." I broke off as I felt a mass amount of emotion begin to rise inside me.

"Hey Alize...what's wrong?" Alex as he pulled me closer to him.

"Nothing...I'm fine...I just hate the fact that some weird guy started talking about my brother and didn't stop to even explain who the hell he was or what he wanted from me!" I explained to him sighing exasperated as I wiped my eyes to prevent any tears from falling.

"Well...let's not think about or worry about him..." He advised me wisely.

I couldn't help but smile as I knew he right. Alex was the one person who I felt I could tell just about everything to...

Logan's P.O.V.
I tossed and turned in my restless slumber as memories which I had long suppressed began to resurface. These memories were ones which I had tried so hard to forget... Memories from my past of my parent and my baby sister...Alize... I had tried so hard to save her but thanks to bloody Sabertooth who practically mauled me when he attacked me that night. The night where I watched my beloved mother and father murdered before my eyes and then my beloved baby sister was taken from me! Not only that but I wasn't sure whether or not she was alive and even if she was, I couldn't have any idea of where she would be...

Memory Begins
"Mum!" I yelled as I watched my beloved mother fall lifeless to the wooden floor of our living room. I held my seven year old sister in my muscled arms. I wasn't about to let them take her away! She cried in my shoulder, wetting my neck with her salty tears. I could feel the stare of the many German soldiers who were getting ready to open fire at me and my sister...

"Now Logan...is it? You can come with us quietly or this could get unnecessarily ugly!" The man with the red face threatened me.

I glared at him. "Who the hell are you?" I snarled at him as I began advancing backwards.

"*chuckle*I am Johann Shmidt!" The man with the red face introduced himself as he began to advance towards us.

I took another step backwards. "What do you want!? You ain't takin' us anywhere Vein face!" My words may not have been the best choice and it may not have been the best idea to insult him as his eyes darkened and narrowed at me and my sister.

"That is quite disappointing...looks like ve vill have to do this the hard vay..." Johann Shmidt said shaking his red vein covered face at me and clicked his gloved fingers and before I knew was was happening, Sabertooth tackled me to the ground! Luckily I dropped my sister gently on the sofa before I was brutally attacked by Sabertooth...that was the last time I seen my sister...
Memory Ends

I gasped as I snapped awake. My brown eyes shot open as I felt an an annoying pounding with my mind. I rubbed my head as though I was trying to rub the awful memory of that horrid day. I tried to forget it so many times in my. Suddenly, there was a soft knocking on my bedroom door. Begrudgingly, I managed to haul my ass out of my cosy bed and made my way over to my door. Before opening the door to ensure that it wasn't any of the kids, I inhaled and couldn't suppress the smile which quickly spread across my face as I opened my bedroom door and was face with Ororo's beautiful tanned face which was filled with worry and concern. "What's up 'ro?" I asked as I leaned against the door frame.

"I heard you muttering in your sleep...is everything alright Logan?" She asked. Her adorable African American accent was filled with so much concern.

I smiled at her and couldn't help but smirk smugly at her. "Why 'ro, I'm touched!" I smirked folding my arms. "Never knew ya cared so much!"

"Uh! Logan! Would it kill you not to be so smug so early!?" Ororo laughed rolling her gorgeous blue eyes as she smiled at me. "And yes! Of course I care about you...you are part of this team after all!" She reminded me.

I smirked. "I guess..." I said. "Nah...I'm fine darlin' just a memory that's all..." I told her as I walked back into my room leaving my door open as I went to get back into bed only for a gust of wind to blow my covers off my bed!

"Not so fast Logan! You are already late!" Ororo smirked as she casually walked away.

I shook my head chuckling as I watched her leave.

It only took me about two minutes to get ready and to head downstairs where the students were running around trying to get all their things ready for their day. "Hey! Watch it Elf!" I warned him as he teleported in front of me.

"Oh sorry..." Kurt said as he moved.

I rolled my eyes as I made my way into the dining room. I could smell the bacon, the sausages and the scrambled eggs a mile away. "Why didn't ya tell me breakfast was being served?" I smirked at Ororo who in response rolled her eyes at me as she rose from her seat and then made her way elegantly past me. I made my way to the mass amount of food which lay on the long table. One thing which helped me get over a bad flashback like that was a good breakfast. I always enjoyed a peaceful breakfast, especially since Kitty wasn't around to tell me how much this food would clog my arteries. I shook my head thinking about how ridiculous she was. Nothing could kill me! I should know Victor has tried it so many times! However, in saying that, it isn't like I haven't tried to kill him in order to avenge the death of parents and the abduction of my baby sister...
I sighed heavily to myself as I finished my breakfast and was cleaning my dishes. I only had one thing on my mind was baby sister and the reason for why this particular memory was resurfacing now...

"Logan? Are you alright?" Ororo's voice snapped me from my thoughts.

"Huh? Oh 'ro, I didn't see ya there..." I said shaking my head as I turned to face her. Her brow frowned with concern. It made me smile at how much she cared about me. "Yeah...I'm fine honest...just this memory of mine which keeps poppin' into my head now and again..." I sighed heavily.

Ororo gave me a sympathetic smile. Apart from Chuck, Ororo was the only person to know about my altered memories. "Logan...whatever it is...whatever happened to you...it is in the past...try to forget about it, alright?" She suggested as I felt her place one of her delicate hands comfortingly on one of my muscular shoulders.

I smiled at her in thanks. "Yeah...I guess..." I said.

Logan! Charles' voice suddenly echoed inside my head causing me to wince. I need to speak with you urgently in Cerebro! Charles explained.

I sighed heavily. "Sorry 'ro...but Chuck's callin'!" I told her as I had to dash off and meet the professor.

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