Adjusting Part two
A/N: Hello again everyone! MY GOODNESS 17 REVIEWS! I've NEVER had those many reviews for just the first chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! On a more serious note, I am afraid I'll only be able to write/update this fic every so often. As I am in college, between my homework, essays and whatnot, I will probably have little time to write, so please bare with me and forgive me if I am a little slow updating. BTW, if anyone is interested in some more X-23 fics, Silver Spider has two that she's written. In addition, I took out Evan's name in chapter one. This story takes place after "Target X" Okay? Enjoy!
Adjusting Part 2: Meeting New People
A sleek, hyped up SUV sped through the desolate streets of the little city called Bayville. Logan had told the little group of teenagers they were looking for a girl that was a mutant and needed help, but that was all.
"So who are ve looking vor, Logan?" asked Nightcrawler, a blue-furred German mutant.
The older man growled, "A young girl, black leather outfit, brown hair, green eyes, kinda like me. You can't miss her."
"You mean, like, that girl who was at the institute a few weeks ago? No way! Is the Professor, like, outta his mind?"
The burly man slammed on the breaks, making everyone in the van lurch forward in surprise. Logan turned around in his seat and brandished his claws.
"Look HALF-PINT, I was the one who wanted to go and look for her. She's been through a lot, more than all of ya If in of ya so much as one tiny peep about her, I'll make sure that you'll have training sessions with me everyday until NEXT Christmas, got it?"
They all got quiet at the threat. The teenagers all knew that If Logan made a threat he was SERIOUS.
The muscular man unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the van. Smelling the air for a moment, he growled, "She's 'round here. Split up and search. Tell her-" there was a moment's hesitation, then, "tell her that Logan is looking for her."
The little group got out of the X-van and spilled into the street in search of the little girl.
"X-23" sighed and looked up at the streetlamp that was lighting the little passage she was residing in. She gasped at the sound of footsteps coming closer to the alleyway. Wielding her claws, she readied herself to fight. There was no way that she was going back, not without a fight anyway. By the light of the street lantern, she saw that it was a woman. Could it be Madame Hydra? She shook her head, NO, that isn't possible. There was no manner that she could have escaped that burning ship alive. She, "X-23" had, because of her heightened physical abilities. Maybe...
"Hello? Is there anyone in there?" It was a woman all right, but her voice sounded younger, less mature, and did not have a thick Russian accent as Hydra did. The small girl did not want to give herself away until she was sure that she wasn't being captured.
There was silence for a moment in the alley, and then the woman said, "I came with Logan, he's looking for you!"
Logan? He was here, looking for HER? The burly man must have really cared for her well-being if he came out in the dead of night to seek for her. But something within "X-23" told her that is still could be a trick. He might be forced to look for her by S.H.I.E.L.D. or HYDRA in exchange for his life. She dismissed that theory too. Logan was too strong, too powerful and to free-willed to let anyone control him.
Picking herself up from the rough ground, she slowly eased herself to the mouth of the little alleyway. She was surprised to see who the woman was. This person looked nothing like Madame Hydra at all; indeed the 'lady' had flowing red hair and a caring smile. She was dressed in what looked like a black jumpsuit with a band of green. She had to be no older than 18 or 19. "X-23" jumped as the woman offered her hand.
"Don't be frightened. My name is Jean Grey. Logan was my instructor. He said that we were looking for you." The "lady" closed her eyes and put her fingers to her head. A moment later, she opened her eyes. "Logan's on the way. Do you have a name?"
"X-23" sneered. "I've never had a Christian name. I was trained to be a weapon."
Jean's response was a soft "Oh"
Logan showed up behind the young woman and with him three other teenagers. One was a boy with red and yellow goggles. Followed closely by him was another, was also a male by his voice, but didn't look human at all. This 'boy' had three fingers, two toes, was covered in a blanket of blue fur and had a tail with a spade ending. Two more girls appeared behind the small gang of boys. One was wearing jade and had a pallid face, brought out by a purple colored lipstick. Next to her was a shorter female, with brunette hair tied up in a ponytail and wearing a suit, much like the woman that she had met
"You alright, kid?" Logan asked outright.
She huffed at being called 'kid' (she hated that) and said firmly, "I'm fine."
"You're covered in scratches and cuts. That's not what I call 'fine'. You're clothes are ripped." He noted. In an afterthought, the burly "Weapon X" said, "SHIELD is not looking for you anymore, you're free. If ya want, you can come back and live with me and the little gang here," he gestured towards the teens.
They looked a caring group, but she was better off on her own. If SHIELD came looking for her again, she'd put everyone else in danger. She said so to Logan.
"I made a deal with SHIELD," Logan made a face. "They said they ain't gonna go after you. You'd be better off at the institute kid, with us. If you steal and you're captured and found out, the people here won't be merciful. We're trying to keep a low profile here in Bayville. So, how about it? Willing to give it a shot?"
"X-23" thought about it for a moment. To be accepted, to never be alone again made her heart pound and her head ache. She would be part of a family, not a true one like she had seen at the parks when she was twelve, but part of a family.
She looked into the deep coffee colored eyes of the man who had shown her the beginning of a new life.
"Yes. I'll come with you" she said finally.
Logan half smiled and gestured her to follow. The teens soon followed, bombarding her with questions.
"How old are you?"
"What's your name?"
"Do you like pizza?" "X-23" was startled; no one ever had asked her what she liked, or who she was.
"I- I don't have a name." She stated flatly. The gang of kids stopped dead in their tracks. They stared at her wide-eyed.
"You DON'T have a NAME?" The tallest of the boys asked incredulously.
"No." 'X-23' stated, "I was raised to be a weapon, there was no need for a one."
"We're gonna like, have to fix that!" exclaimed the brunette with a ponytail. "Now that you're one of the "X-men"
The former girl weapon chewed her lip. What was she getting herself INTO?
"Now that you aren't a weapon anymore, you should have a proper name." Logan muttered.
"How about Anastasia?" the pallid girl asked, "Ah read it somewhere. It means 'Resurrection' or somethin'"
Anastasia, it sounded like a doll's name. Not that she'd ever know, she never had any toys, but she saw one of them when she studied weaknesses.
"And vor a last name how about Erinyes? I learned it in European History somevhere zat it is the goddess of ze furies" the blue 'boy' said in a thick German accent.
"Sounds good." the tall boy with the goggles said, then looking at her. "Do you like it?" She nodded. "Good. Ya know we can call you Ana for short. Speaking of names, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Scott Summers, a.k.a. Cyclops. I er- have optic blasts.
The blue furred "creature spoke up, "I'm Kurt Wagner, a.k.a. Nightcrawler. I can 'port and I have acrobatic skills." To prove his point, the furry teenager suddenly disappeared in a puff of cloudy smoke and reappeared next to her, causing "X-23" to jump. "Sorry. Von't do that again."
The brunette piped up, "I'm Kitty Pride, also know as, like, Shadowcat. I can, like, phase through solid stuff.
"Amh Rouge," said the pale one, "Ah wouldn't get to close though, ah can absorb life forces and mutant powers."
"You already know me, I have telekinesis and can read minds," said Jean Grey.
A tall African-America appeared behind Logan, "My name is Ororo Munroe, Storm. I have the ability to create and control the weather."
Anastasia nodded to acknowledge them. These people were so accepting of her, almost as though they didn't remember her taken them down one by one two weeks ago.
"C'mon" Logan growled, "It's late and we should head back. The group headed back to the car, and Anastasia hesitantly followed.
To Be Continued...
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A/N: Hello again everyone! MY GOODNESS 17 REVIEWS! I've NEVER had those many reviews for just the first chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! On a more serious note, I am afraid I'll only be able to write/update this fic every so often. As I am in college, between my homework, essays and whatnot, I will probably have little time to write, so please bare with me and forgive me if I am a little slow updating. BTW, if anyone is interested in some more X-23 fics, Silver Spider has two that she's written. In addition, I took out Evan's name in chapter one. This story takes place after "Target X" Okay? Enjoy!
Adjusting Part 2: Meeting New People
A sleek, hyped up SUV sped through the desolate streets of the little city called Bayville. Logan had told the little group of teenagers they were looking for a girl that was a mutant and needed help, but that was all.
"So who are ve looking vor, Logan?" asked Nightcrawler, a blue-furred German mutant.
The older man growled, "A young girl, black leather outfit, brown hair, green eyes, kinda like me. You can't miss her."
"You mean, like, that girl who was at the institute a few weeks ago? No way! Is the Professor, like, outta his mind?"
The burly man slammed on the breaks, making everyone in the van lurch forward in surprise. Logan turned around in his seat and brandished his claws.
"Look HALF-PINT, I was the one who wanted to go and look for her. She's been through a lot, more than all of ya If in of ya so much as one tiny peep about her, I'll make sure that you'll have training sessions with me everyday until NEXT Christmas, got it?"
They all got quiet at the threat. The teenagers all knew that If Logan made a threat he was SERIOUS.
The muscular man unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the van. Smelling the air for a moment, he growled, "She's 'round here. Split up and search. Tell her-" there was a moment's hesitation, then, "tell her that Logan is looking for her."
The little group got out of the X-van and spilled into the street in search of the little girl.
"X-23" sighed and looked up at the streetlamp that was lighting the little passage she was residing in. She gasped at the sound of footsteps coming closer to the alleyway. Wielding her claws, she readied herself to fight. There was no way that she was going back, not without a fight anyway. By the light of the street lantern, she saw that it was a woman. Could it be Madame Hydra? She shook her head, NO, that isn't possible. There was no manner that she could have escaped that burning ship alive. She, "X-23" had, because of her heightened physical abilities. Maybe...
"Hello? Is there anyone in there?" It was a woman all right, but her voice sounded younger, less mature, and did not have a thick Russian accent as Hydra did. The small girl did not want to give herself away until she was sure that she wasn't being captured.
There was silence for a moment in the alley, and then the woman said, "I came with Logan, he's looking for you!"
Logan? He was here, looking for HER? The burly man must have really cared for her well-being if he came out in the dead of night to seek for her. But something within "X-23" told her that is still could be a trick. He might be forced to look for her by S.H.I.E.L.D. or HYDRA in exchange for his life. She dismissed that theory too. Logan was too strong, too powerful and to free-willed to let anyone control him.
Picking herself up from the rough ground, she slowly eased herself to the mouth of the little alleyway. She was surprised to see who the woman was. This person looked nothing like Madame Hydra at all; indeed the 'lady' had flowing red hair and a caring smile. She was dressed in what looked like a black jumpsuit with a band of green. She had to be no older than 18 or 19. "X-23" jumped as the woman offered her hand.
"Don't be frightened. My name is Jean Grey. Logan was my instructor. He said that we were looking for you." The "lady" closed her eyes and put her fingers to her head. A moment later, she opened her eyes. "Logan's on the way. Do you have a name?"
"X-23" sneered. "I've never had a Christian name. I was trained to be a weapon."
Jean's response was a soft "Oh"
Logan showed up behind the young woman and with him three other teenagers. One was a boy with red and yellow goggles. Followed closely by him was another, was also a male by his voice, but didn't look human at all. This 'boy' had three fingers, two toes, was covered in a blanket of blue fur and had a tail with a spade ending. Two more girls appeared behind the small gang of boys. One was wearing jade and had a pallid face, brought out by a purple colored lipstick. Next to her was a shorter female, with brunette hair tied up in a ponytail and wearing a suit, much like the woman that she had met
"You alright, kid?" Logan asked outright.
She huffed at being called 'kid' (she hated that) and said firmly, "I'm fine."
"You're covered in scratches and cuts. That's not what I call 'fine'. You're clothes are ripped." He noted. In an afterthought, the burly "Weapon X" said, "SHIELD is not looking for you anymore, you're free. If ya want, you can come back and live with me and the little gang here," he gestured towards the teens.
They looked a caring group, but she was better off on her own. If SHIELD came looking for her again, she'd put everyone else in danger. She said so to Logan.
"I made a deal with SHIELD," Logan made a face. "They said they ain't gonna go after you. You'd be better off at the institute kid, with us. If you steal and you're captured and found out, the people here won't be merciful. We're trying to keep a low profile here in Bayville. So, how about it? Willing to give it a shot?"
"X-23" thought about it for a moment. To be accepted, to never be alone again made her heart pound and her head ache. She would be part of a family, not a true one like she had seen at the parks when she was twelve, but part of a family.
She looked into the deep coffee colored eyes of the man who had shown her the beginning of a new life.
"Yes. I'll come with you" she said finally.
Logan half smiled and gestured her to follow. The teens soon followed, bombarding her with questions.
"How old are you?"
"What's your name?"
"Do you like pizza?" "X-23" was startled; no one ever had asked her what she liked, or who she was.
"I- I don't have a name." She stated flatly. The gang of kids stopped dead in their tracks. They stared at her wide-eyed.
"You DON'T have a NAME?" The tallest of the boys asked incredulously.
"No." 'X-23' stated, "I was raised to be a weapon, there was no need for a one."
"We're gonna like, have to fix that!" exclaimed the brunette with a ponytail. "Now that you're one of the "X-men"
The former girl weapon chewed her lip. What was she getting herself INTO?
"Now that you aren't a weapon anymore, you should have a proper name." Logan muttered.
"How about Anastasia?" the pallid girl asked, "Ah read it somewhere. It means 'Resurrection' or somethin'"
Anastasia, it sounded like a doll's name. Not that she'd ever know, she never had any toys, but she saw one of them when she studied weaknesses.
"And vor a last name how about Erinyes? I learned it in European History somevhere zat it is the goddess of ze furies" the blue 'boy' said in a thick German accent.
"Sounds good." the tall boy with the goggles said, then looking at her. "Do you like it?" She nodded. "Good. Ya know we can call you Ana for short. Speaking of names, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Scott Summers, a.k.a. Cyclops. I er- have optic blasts.
The blue furred "creature spoke up, "I'm Kurt Wagner, a.k.a. Nightcrawler. I can 'port and I have acrobatic skills." To prove his point, the furry teenager suddenly disappeared in a puff of cloudy smoke and reappeared next to her, causing "X-23" to jump. "Sorry. Von't do that again."
The brunette piped up, "I'm Kitty Pride, also know as, like, Shadowcat. I can, like, phase through solid stuff.
"Amh Rouge," said the pale one, "Ah wouldn't get to close though, ah can absorb life forces and mutant powers."
"You already know me, I have telekinesis and can read minds," said Jean Grey.
A tall African-America appeared behind Logan, "My name is Ororo Munroe, Storm. I have the ability to create and control the weather."
Anastasia nodded to acknowledge them. These people were so accepting of her, almost as though they didn't remember her taken them down one by one two weeks ago.
"C'mon" Logan growled, "It's late and we should head back. The group headed back to the car, and Anastasia hesitantly followed.
To Be Continued...
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