A/N: Again, remember*taps head*don't own, don't sue.
Chapter One:
Regan Docson was sitting in the park on a Sunday, drawing, unlike any member in her foster family; she was interested in art stuff. That's when she noticed him, he was different, and he stood out in the crowds of children and mothers. He had black hair, which was sort of wild and messy, and he was looking around, as if he was looking for something, or someone. He was wearing the normal bad boy attire, jeans, a tee shirt, and a leather jacket. Regan glanced down at her sketchpad; she had just finished a picture of an old man playing chess by himself. She glanced back up at the dark man, wondering if she'd be able to draw him. All of a sudden, his dark eyes made contact with her. She looked away quickly, but she could still feel his intense gaze over her.
She looked back up, to find that he was gone, but she could tell he was around somewhere. Her blue eyes searched and watched the people having a fun afternoon in the park. A voice suddenly scared her.
"Excuse me Miss."
She jumped and looked to her right. A woman in her early 30s was standing next to the fountain she was sitting on. "Yes." Regan said, running her right hand through her dyed violet hair.
"Have you seen a little girl around here with blond pigtails, in a little red dress?" the woman asked.
"No I haven't." Regan said, "Is she your daughter?"
"Yes, and she's gotten away from me." The woman said.
"I haven't seen her, but I could help you look if you'd like." Regan said.
"Oh no, that's okay." The woman said, "You don't have to, I'm sure she's around here somewhere."
"Ok." Regan said, "Sorry."
"Thank you anyway." The woman said before walking away.
Regan sighed and stood, grabbing her jacket, which she had laid next to her on the stone fountain. After putting it on, and grabbing her sketchpad, she turned and started walking towards the exit of the park. When she reached the brass gate that led to the park, she turned around. The strange man was standing at the ice cream stand. Regan could tell he had been looking at her, because of the way he had looked away when she turned. He pretended to be reading the side of the ice cream cart.
Regan turned and walked out of the park. As she walked she pulled her jacket closer to her. She would occasionally look over her shoulder, for an odd reason she half hoped to see the man behind her. She thought herself crazy. As if on cue, she heard footsteps behind her. Not wanting to make it obvious, she stopped and pretended to be lost, by reading a street sign. As she suspected the footsteps stopped. She turned down that street, and started walking again. The footsteps also continued behind her. Part of Regan was scared, while another part was curious, feeling dangerous, and curious as to whom this man was. She quickened her pace, to see what her pursuer would do, and he also sped up.
She suddenly had a plan. She could see an alley in plain view, and she started to run. If he was planning something, he'd follow, and sure enough he did. Regan didn't make her running make her look frightened, she made it look as if she was jogging or something. She turned down the alley, but instead of running down it, she stopped and flattened herself against the wall. She could hear him coming closer, and he was fast. He turned down the alley quickly, and she stuck her foot out. He hit it hard with his foot and tripped falling over on his stomach. He rolled over and went to get up, but Regan placed her foot on his chest, just under his neck.
He looked up at her with a look of 'Man, I lost' on his face. She also realized that he was rather good looking (*wink wink*), with his big sideburns, and crazy hair. Regan pushed down on his chest hard.
"Who are you?" she asked, "And why are you following me?"
He looked as if he didn't want to answer her, but he gave in. "The name's Logan, and I need to speak to you."
"About?" Regan asked.
"I could tell you," he said, "If you let me go."
"Nice try." Regan said, not releasing any pressure.
"I won't hurt you." The guy Logan said, "Believe me, it's my ass if I do."
Regan took a chance, and removed her foot, but she stepped back a few paces, as Logan stood and fixed the collar of his jacket.
"Regan Docson?" Logan asked.
"Who's asking?" she said.
"Charles Xavier, if you must know." Logan said. "He runs a school for the gifted."
"So?" Regan asked. "Are you gifted?"
"No." Logan said quickly, than changed his mind. "Well, yeah sort of. And you are too."
"No I'm not." Regan said.
"Have you ever felt different?" Logan asked, "Noticed anything dissimilar about yourself?"
"Are you in a cult or something?" Regan asked.
"Are you a mutant?" Logan asked, getting right down to business.
Regan looked at him like he had lost his mind,
"As in mutant from another planet?" she asked.
"As in the mutants that everybody on this planet is afraid of." Logan said.
"Oh, those mutants." Regan said, "Never really thought I was, didn't think about it."
"Well, have I got some news for you." Logan said, uninterestedly, "You're a mutant, I'm a mutant, and the school run by Charles Xavier is an academy for mutants."
"How in the hell do you know if I'm mutant?" Regan asked.
"Professor Xavier has connections." Logan said, "Come with me."
"Why should I trust you?" Regan asked, as Logan went to walk by.
"Because if you don't, and someone else finds out what you are, you could be in danger." Logan said.
"Immediate danger?" Regan asked mockingly.
Logan looked at her like she was stupid.
"Sure I'll follow you." Regan said, feeling like a dumbass.
Logan turned and walked out of the alley, with Regan on his heals.
"You know something?" she said following him, "You didn't seem the type for ice cream."
Chapter One:
Regan Docson was sitting in the park on a Sunday, drawing, unlike any member in her foster family; she was interested in art stuff. That's when she noticed him, he was different, and he stood out in the crowds of children and mothers. He had black hair, which was sort of wild and messy, and he was looking around, as if he was looking for something, or someone. He was wearing the normal bad boy attire, jeans, a tee shirt, and a leather jacket. Regan glanced down at her sketchpad; she had just finished a picture of an old man playing chess by himself. She glanced back up at the dark man, wondering if she'd be able to draw him. All of a sudden, his dark eyes made contact with her. She looked away quickly, but she could still feel his intense gaze over her.
She looked back up, to find that he was gone, but she could tell he was around somewhere. Her blue eyes searched and watched the people having a fun afternoon in the park. A voice suddenly scared her.
"Excuse me Miss."
She jumped and looked to her right. A woman in her early 30s was standing next to the fountain she was sitting on. "Yes." Regan said, running her right hand through her dyed violet hair.
"Have you seen a little girl around here with blond pigtails, in a little red dress?" the woman asked.
"No I haven't." Regan said, "Is she your daughter?"
"Yes, and she's gotten away from me." The woman said.
"I haven't seen her, but I could help you look if you'd like." Regan said.
"Oh no, that's okay." The woman said, "You don't have to, I'm sure she's around here somewhere."
"Ok." Regan said, "Sorry."
"Thank you anyway." The woman said before walking away.
Regan sighed and stood, grabbing her jacket, which she had laid next to her on the stone fountain. After putting it on, and grabbing her sketchpad, she turned and started walking towards the exit of the park. When she reached the brass gate that led to the park, she turned around. The strange man was standing at the ice cream stand. Regan could tell he had been looking at her, because of the way he had looked away when she turned. He pretended to be reading the side of the ice cream cart.
Regan turned and walked out of the park. As she walked she pulled her jacket closer to her. She would occasionally look over her shoulder, for an odd reason she half hoped to see the man behind her. She thought herself crazy. As if on cue, she heard footsteps behind her. Not wanting to make it obvious, she stopped and pretended to be lost, by reading a street sign. As she suspected the footsteps stopped. She turned down that street, and started walking again. The footsteps also continued behind her. Part of Regan was scared, while another part was curious, feeling dangerous, and curious as to whom this man was. She quickened her pace, to see what her pursuer would do, and he also sped up.
She suddenly had a plan. She could see an alley in plain view, and she started to run. If he was planning something, he'd follow, and sure enough he did. Regan didn't make her running make her look frightened, she made it look as if she was jogging or something. She turned down the alley, but instead of running down it, she stopped and flattened herself against the wall. She could hear him coming closer, and he was fast. He turned down the alley quickly, and she stuck her foot out. He hit it hard with his foot and tripped falling over on his stomach. He rolled over and went to get up, but Regan placed her foot on his chest, just under his neck.
He looked up at her with a look of 'Man, I lost' on his face. She also realized that he was rather good looking (*wink wink*), with his big sideburns, and crazy hair. Regan pushed down on his chest hard.
"Who are you?" she asked, "And why are you following me?"
He looked as if he didn't want to answer her, but he gave in. "The name's Logan, and I need to speak to you."
"About?" Regan asked.
"I could tell you," he said, "If you let me go."
"Nice try." Regan said, not releasing any pressure.
"I won't hurt you." The guy Logan said, "Believe me, it's my ass if I do."
Regan took a chance, and removed her foot, but she stepped back a few paces, as Logan stood and fixed the collar of his jacket.
"Regan Docson?" Logan asked.
"Who's asking?" she said.
"Charles Xavier, if you must know." Logan said. "He runs a school for the gifted."
"So?" Regan asked. "Are you gifted?"
"No." Logan said quickly, than changed his mind. "Well, yeah sort of. And you are too."
"No I'm not." Regan said.
"Have you ever felt different?" Logan asked, "Noticed anything dissimilar about yourself?"
"Are you in a cult or something?" Regan asked.
"Are you a mutant?" Logan asked, getting right down to business.
Regan looked at him like he had lost his mind,
"As in mutant from another planet?" she asked.
"As in the mutants that everybody on this planet is afraid of." Logan said.
"Oh, those mutants." Regan said, "Never really thought I was, didn't think about it."
"Well, have I got some news for you." Logan said, uninterestedly, "You're a mutant, I'm a mutant, and the school run by Charles Xavier is an academy for mutants."
"How in the hell do you know if I'm mutant?" Regan asked.
"Professor Xavier has connections." Logan said, "Come with me."
"Why should I trust you?" Regan asked, as Logan went to walk by.
"Because if you don't, and someone else finds out what you are, you could be in danger." Logan said.
"Immediate danger?" Regan asked mockingly.
Logan looked at her like she was stupid.
"Sure I'll follow you." Regan said, feeling like a dumbass.
Logan turned and walked out of the alley, with Regan on his heals.
"You know something?" she said following him, "You didn't seem the type for ice cream."