There wasn't anything about Malt that would make her stand out from others. True, she was only 13 but by the look on her face she looked like she didn't care (and if you asked she would probably beat you to a bloody pulp). She had shoulder-length brown hair and sharp brown eyes. Malt stuffed her hands in her coat and squeezed her way through the crowd. Suddenly, a foot was out and she fell to the ground with a grunt. She leaped up. "Hey Watch it bub." she said aggressively. The person who tripped her turned her yellow eyes burning like a fire. "You wanna make something of it girly?" Fox said baring her fangs.
Malt clenched her fists hard, it was all she could not to release her claws. "Maybe I do, Maybe I don't. And who are you to call me girly?" Next thing she knew, Malt was pressed against a wall I the alley next to the corner. "Do I smell sarcasm?" she hissed. That was it Malt closed her eyes and opened them again letting loose a concentrated jet of laser light. Fox grunted as she hit the ground hard. She shot up and stared in awe at her fro a moment.
"Don't mess with me," Malt warned. She shoved her dark brown hair behind her ears and started to stalk off. She heard a gunshot and then a searing pain in her right shoulder. She turned in shock and fell to the ground. Fox lowered her gun and went to get a closer look at this girl. Malts eye were wide and blank. Fox heard a soft clink and looked down again. A bullet was rolling away.
Malt shuddered, stood up and creaked her wrist. "Nice try" she said Malt blinked again and melted Foxes boots to the ground. She took of at a run. Fox growled in her throat. She pulled out a small dagger and scraped her melted boots off the pavement.
Malt continued walking down the crowded street. She turned into the alleyway and settled her self down in her makeshift "home"(A mattress propped up against the wall). She had to chuckle, she had almost forgotten what that word meant. The homes she had known were certainly not homes. Her first memory of herself was at a foster home. Which really didn't count because when they found she was a mutant she hit the pavement. Malt wiggled lower into her jacket and stated to doze off.
Fox muttered a swear word under her breath. She glanced up at they sky, there was something moving toward her. Fox was dumbstruck. She took off at a quicker pace.
Meanwhile, Logan, Jean and Storm were working in the X-jet. Logan had decided to commit his life to the X-men and was now their best field man. They landed safely in an alley. "The coordinates say they are near by" Storm said tapping the screen. "Go get 'em Logan" She dropped the hatch and Logan stepped out into the light. Logan squinted in the sudden light but started down the alley while fixing a walkie-talkie in his ear.
Malt's ears peaked someone was coming. She closed her eye and unsheathed her 6-inch claws. Logan stopped he knew that sound. The sound of claws, like his own, being unleashed from the flesh in someone's knuckles. He paused and looked to his left. He slowly reached for the mattress. Malt yelped out and lept on him. Logan grunted as he hit the hard ground Malt glared down at him with one hand around his throat and one with her claws in his face.
"Hi" he said straining under the pressure on his throat. "What do you want?" she snarled. Logan didn't respond he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gun. She gasped when she saw it and recoiled. He pulled the trigger and it released a small puff. She passed out in his arms. "Sorry, kid" he said throwing her over his shoulder. "Jean?" he asked into his walkie-talkie. "I got one of them, where's the other one?" All he heard was static. "Come again?" he said putting his hand to his ear. "I said she's right behind you!" Jean yelled Logan spun around and there stood a tall woman with long blonde hair, yellow eyes and fangs.