Alex POV
Great, I act on instinct and this is what comes of it. Well, now everyone was staring at me as searing pain erupted from between my knuckles. Blood ran down my hand and arm. I was surprised and a little freaked out. So I was one of them after all. That would mean that one of my parents would have to be a mutant. Neither my mom nor dad had claws. Maybe I didn't have to be child of a mutant. In fact, I was almost positive I wouldn't have to. Take that ice dude. Bobby, I think his name is. His parents didn't have mutant blood. I sighed, relieved. But everyone was still staring at me. Especially that wolf dude. Dogbreath. Also known as Logan. One I got over my shock, my claws retracted and I pushed past Logan, saying, "Get out of my frickin' way." I still didn't know what he could do. His mutation was probably to have an annoying attitude and have wolfish sideburns. Yea, that had to be it. Maybe he could turn into a wolf. And that Beast dude, I knew he was like a super animal. Agility, strength, jumping? He sure was something. The woman, Storm, she controlled weather and such. So none of their mutations hurt them. I looked down at my bloody hand. And my mutation wouldn't hurt me. I wouldn't let it.
I went into my room, got a pack of cigarettes and my lighter and went up into the mountain.
Logan POV
Holy- that girl had claws? No wonder why she liked stabbing things. Hint the sarcasm. I walked to my room after the class settled down. I would usually be fine with a kid with claws. One kid here had fingers that could turn into cougar claws. I was fine with that. But Alex had my claws. So the experimenters were still making people like me? No, it couldn't be. But then, what was it? Maybe she only had the claws. That could be just another mutation. I had to keep telling myself that. Just another mutation. That had to be it. I rubbed my hand over my knuckles, thinking. Scott came into the room, but I didn't give him any recognition. Then he had to open his annoying mouth. Our conversation went like this:
Scott: "So, I heard someone's the big daddy now!" he laughs and punches my arm lightly
Logan: "I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about." I replied angrily
Scott: *laughs* "I think you know."
Logan: She is not my kid. I ain't got no kid."
Scott: "Oh, doubtful, tough guy? She has the same claws, same hair, same glare…"
Logan: "Will you shut the hell up? I don't want to hear it."
(Beast comes in)
Logan: "Just what I need, another one. Oh, let's all have a frickin' tea party in my room!" I said, frustrated.
Then professor X just had to intrude on my mind and say, Scott's right, you know. That was about enough to tip me over the edge. I grabbed a cigar, lit it and headed out the door of the mansion toward the mountains. I needed some time to get away. Maybe I would leave. That would be good. Leaving your only child? I thought you would have more heart than that, Logan. Professor X said. "First off, she's not my kid. I feel bad for whoever's kid she is! And second, I told you to get out of my bloody head." I said, going up to the top of the mountain. It's all just a bad dream. I saw the girl sitting on a rock, smoking. Then I scowled. She so took my idea. I scowled and turned, and a throwing knife whizzed by my ear.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" She asked. "Oh, and that was a warning." Crazy kid! I guess she was used to being snuck up on. "I ain't followin' you, kid. I was goin' to have a smoke here. And how old are you? Not old enough to be smokin' yet." She glared at me. Whoa, she had a mean glare. I took a step back, surprised by the intensity. "I do what I want. An' I ain't even at your stupid mansion right now." That actually made some sense. Except for the fact she was extremely stubborn. "Talk right, kid." I replied. Whoa, that sounded weird. Talk right. I never talked correctly. And yet, here I was telling some kid to. Great, I could see the outcome now. I got ready for her reply. And so it came. "I ain't doin' nothin' ya tell me to. If you can't even speak right yourself, why should I?" God, would this child ever stop arguing?
Again, she pushed past me and went away. Down the mountain, I think. I sighed and sat on the rock, smoking. What, I was hypocritical. Yea, get used to it. I relaxed a little. There was a beautiful sunset with an array of colors with a shadowy city below. Calmed down, I headed back toward the mansion.
((Time skip))
It was getting really dark, so I went to patrol the halls. I saw the little boy walking around, so I crouched next to him. "What are you doing up, Keith?" He looked at me with his big round eyes. "I can't sleep with all the visions in my head." He said. Aw, he was just a little kid. "Well, let's get you some warm milk…that should help you fall asleep." I said, trying to be nice. What, it's extremely hard to do! "No." Keith replied. I looked down to him. "What do you mean no?" I asked. "I want Alex." He said. Oh boy. She would just love me for waking her up. I knocked on the door, and she opened it. She had on a black tank top and shorts. That is when I noticed all of her tattoos. Oh great. Her arms, back and legs were covered in them. And sadly they were not the sharpie kind, I could tell. Well isn't that just great? And the legal age to get tattoos was what, 18? That is, without parental consent. Whoever her mom and dad were, they must have been crazy potheads. I see they passed THAT trait down. It's all just a bad dream. That's what I told myself. I sighed as Keith went running over to her, hugging her. She blinked, a little surprised. "You woke me up for this?" She asked me, annoyance in her voice. I scowled and turned, heading to my room.
Alex POV
After Logan left, I gave Keith the bed and lay down on the floor after tucking him in. I don't know why, but that kid had miraculously found a place in my stone cold heart. I waited until he started sleeping, and then drifted off to sleep myself. It was not long before I started to dream.
(Dream begins)
"Oh come on, Alex, let's at least TRY! I promise I'll catch you!" JT laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. I was just 7 then. I was running with him, laughing. "Yea, let's go. Throw me up onto the highest tree you know!" We headed into the forest in Missouri, and he picked me up, tossing me high into the air. I grabbed the top branch of the sturdy pine tree on my way down. "That was sooo cool!" I laughed, and he grinned. "Alright, drop down before I have to uproot your tree!" He joked. I fell quickly, and he caught me in his strong arms. Super strong, actually. He was the first mutant I had ever met, and he was like a brother to me, even though I didn't look like him. He had sandy long blonde hair and blue-green eyes, with lightly tanned skin.
Afterwards, we were sitting around in the fields, and he said, "So you found your parents yet?" I beamed. "I got their address right here. Will you go with me though? I'm scared!" JT laughed. "You? Alex, scared? Impossible. But alright, I'll tag along." I grabbed his hand and ran towards town. Well, it wasn't a big town. I followed the address to a ratty old trailer home. Not quite what I expected, but family is family. I walked up to the door and knocked. A tall man opened the door with a beer bottle in his hand. His trailer smelled of smoke. "Mr. Davis?" I asked. "Yea, what is it kid? Why the hell are you on my lawn?" He asked rudely. I looked up to JT for help. He was 5 years older than me and probably smarter too.
"Mr. Logan Davis, did you lose a baby girl 7 years ago?" JT asked for me. The guy nodded, and I jumped with excitement. A woman with blondish brown hair and blue eyes walked up behind the man. "Oh honey, where are your manners? Let's invite them in." And he glared at her for that. She stepped back, but we were invited inside. The inside was as unkept as the outside, but it was homely. We talked some more, and we found out that I was their kid. Well, we didn't go through the whole blood test thing, but it was pretty evident. I stayed with them, and JT left. He promised he'd be around in the morning.
After a few days, I could tell dad was beating mom. And I wanted to stop it. At my first ever birthday party, my dad got drunk, which was never good. JT was talking to me, and I didn't even have time to warn him before my dad shot him in the back of the head. And the other kids tried to run, but he shot them too. He saved me for last. "What do you think you're doing, Alex Davis? Nobody makes a fool out of Logan. Come here!" He spat, but mom got in front of me. Tears were streaming down her face and she begged him to stop, but then he shot her too. I clutched my head and tears rolled down my face like rain. He was just about to shoot me when I decided he wasn't allowed to hurt anyone. I distracted him, took the gun and shot him. He reached out to grab me, crying and in pain, but I shot him again. He died, and I ran. The last image was of him reopening his eyes
((Dream ends))
I woke up with a start, breathing heavily with sweat forming on my brow. My heart must have been beating so fast. It wasn't possible. He was dead. It wasn't possible. I had to keep telling myself that for a minute before I could start to calm down. It's all just a bad dream. I looked around and saw that it was extremely early. The sun was just coming up, and dawn began with streaks of pink and yellow, with a hint of blue sky. I calmed down my breathing and got up, pulling on a tee shirt and jeans. Then I headed downstairs.
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