Logan POV
I looked around. Not a sound. There was an open window which made the curtains dance. Quickly I flicked on the light. The room was a bit ransacked. Thankfully, it was still in one piece. The thief, whoever it was, was smart enough to make it seem she jumped out the window. Yes, I could smell the girl. But I knew better. It would be stupid to jump off the second level; it was already pretty high. Therefore I knew she was in the room. Where, that was currently unknown to me. This sneaky little rat was smarter than she seemed. She actually masked her scent. This puzzled me, for usually people weren't this careful in a common robbery. I scanned the room some more and discovered that the closet door was just open a little.
I stalked over and threw open the doors, grabbing the little thief by her hair and pulling her into the light. She was a teenager. Typical of a teenager, but still unusual to be stealing from this mansion. Her clothes explained some of it though. She had on extremely ripped up dirt-covered jeans and a beat up t-shirt. She wore her t-shirt over her long sleeved black one. I scowled, thinking she's probably one of those homeless emo kids. Nevertheless, she was a criminal. And a sneaky one at that. Then I noticed I was still holding her up by the throat, and her face was getting blue. Oops. I loosened my hold, but not too much. She could be dangerous.
Alex POV
I scowled when this big guy with whacky hair pulled me up off my feet. Then he was choking me. Oh joy, I needed out. Right now. The guy loosened his grip on my throat, allowing me to breathe. No, I didn't gasp for breathe and cry. I sneered at him, thinking of my scar on my right cheek. Yea, I had faced worse than some random guy choking me. My own father knifed my face. The other cuts were not visible now. But now he can't hurt me. Not anymore. I was stronger now. Stronger than my parents, and probably stronger than this guy. Quick as lightning I pulled out my switchblade and stabbed him in the chest. He dropped me with surprise, and I jumped over him and out the door. I quickly ran down the stairs and out the door. Man, this mansion was freaky. Ace sent me here to make fun of me. Possibly he did it to creep me out. Either way, it had worked. I ran across the lawn, but was suddenly tackled to the ground.
Man, the being that tackled me to the ground was huge. I turned around and he pinned me to the ground. When I actually had to look at him I saw he was blue, and had fur. He was that guy from the news that Thorn had pointed out. We had been watching the screens at the TV store and suddenly the news came on. This was the hairy beast guy. I scowled and spit in his face. He wiped his face off and lifted me up. What was with all these people and lifting me up? Why couldn't they just let me go? I was just a nobody, some scoundrel living in an old abandoned warehouse. Yet they had to punish me somehow, or put me in reform school or something. I shuddered. No, I wasn't scared. I just didn't want to be put in a crazy house where I would be forced to act like there were no problems in the world.
Beast POV
Professor X told me to go and get the girl who knifed Logan, so I tackled her to the ground. She was an interesting character, I knew, without even talking to her yet. When she spit at me, I was hardly surprised. Probably one of those kids. She was just a child at that. I picked her up and brought her into the mansion. "No use squirming, if you try and get out of my grasp I'll just tackle you again." I told her. She thought it over, and stopped. I grinned just the tiniest bit. Even though she wanted to run and get away, she saw my logic. Silly human.
Alex POV
The blue beast made sense, so I followed him. Now, if it had been a little blue person I would have probably not. Darn those smurfs. I sighed and sat down when he motioned to a seat in this office room thing. "So who are you?" The guy with whacky hair from before asked me threateningly. I smirked and stayed quiet. He didn't have a gaping wound. Must be one of those recombinant mutants. I stayed silent. "Logan, you won't get anywhere by anger or force." The blue furry man said to him. I blinked. Hated that name. Logan. For obvious reasons. "Your one to talk, you big fur ball. And anyway, I have a right to be. She knifed me. And she is a freaking thief!" I was highly amused by this, for some reason. "I would listen to him, if I were you, Dogbreath." I said to the guy called Logan. He gave me a look, and I returned it. "Now, girl, my name is Hank. Some call me Beast, for as you can see, I am a mutant. I have super strength, agility, and can jump really high." The blue man said.
"Alright then, I am Stephanie," I lied, then for my own entertainment I added sarcastically, "some call me Cheerleader, for as you can see, I am so into that." I just couldn't stop, so I added, "I have the ability to be preppy, peppy and pink." Wow, was I THAT stereotypical? ((No, I know for a fact they are not always that. I am just taking their stereotype XD)) I guess so. Despite Logan being mad, I saw the slightest hint of a smile beginning to form on his lips, but he hid it quickly and just glared at me. I glared back. What was with these people. Why the hell were they interrogating me?
This was extremely weird. If someone broke into MY house I would take out my shotgun and-Hello Alex. I heard in my head. My eyes went wide. Who the bloody hell are you? I asked it. I am Professor Xavier, the head of this school. As you can tell, I can read and communicate with people's minds. Now I won't invade your personal thoughts, but I want you to tell them the truth. He said into my mind. Like HELL I'll do that. I shot back at him. Then I saw him come into the room. He was a bald guy in a wheelchair. Wow. But somehow this made me say, "I'm Alex." Well, Xavier made me say it. I probably would not have told them otherwise.
"Alex? What an interesting name. Does that stand for Alexandra or Alexis? What is your last name?" Beast asked me. "Neither. Just Alex." Here comes the load of questions: What is your last name? Why don't you have a last name? Who are your parents? What made you not tell us your last name is Davis? Why is it so damned painful for you to look back in the past? I thought to myself, scowling. But Professor X must have been talking to Logan and Beast in their minds, because they ended the questioning abruptly. "You are staying here. There is an empty dorm at the end of the upstairs hallway." Beast said sternly. Like hell I was going to do that. I wanted to get back to Thorn. And get back at Ace for making me do this. Time's passing by slowly, and I felt homesick.
What a weird word. I had no distinct home, but maybe it was just missing the people. "I'm good, thanks. I'll just be on my way if that's all right with you." I said, then heard something click. I looked down and saw a house arrest ankle lock. Like down at the police station. Oh, so many fond memories of my time there. Hint the sarcasm. "What the hell?" I asked, and a woman with reddish hair came in, along with a guy with black sunglasses. "Oh yea, let's all together go out into the yard and have a freakin' tea party. Why the hell am I being forced to stay here?" I said, my angry voice dripping with sarcasm. Some of the grown-ups took a step back. "There's more to you than meets the eye, Alex Davis." The old guy in the wheelchair said, before turning and wheeling out of the room. I had cringed when he said my last name. "Beats me kid, but what the professor says, goes." Beast said. Logan just glared and walked out of the room. He was probably my least favorite. Possibly because he shared the name of my bloody drunken father. Or maybe it was the attitude. Yea, it had to be that.