Title: Discovery
Rating: PG-13 for blood, violence and language
Author: Shadowkat83
Disclaimer: The X-men aren't mine. Damn!
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Summery: Xavier sends Logan to a deep isolated town in Canada to investigate the sightings of a beast said to be striking terror in the hearts of the towns folk. During his investigation he finds there's much more to the story then anyone is willing to admit, and a wild little girl is the center of it.
The introduction:
She always watched the sky and tonight was no different but as the burning ball fell she realized with mounting fear that the big white globe hadn't come to take its place. Her mother had always told her that anytime the moon felt it necessary to hide then that was reason enough to hide as well. So with a sense of urgency she quickly gathered her knick-knacks, placing them in a long piece of hide and tied them away for safekeeping. She began her trek to the safe place her mother had shown her, moving as quickly as she could through the ankle deep crunchy snow. The forest had an eerie sense to it, colder then usual and dead silent. Even the wind through the trees managed to get by without a sound. The wind beat against her seeming to try to hold her back as an offering for the beast that only came out during the velvet black nights, but she fought against it and kept trudging ahead. She finally came upon her destination, a small cave against the face of a gigantic rock. There she felt smaller, insignificant and surely whatever wickedness that was out on the prowl during this moonless night wouldn't find a small speck such as her against the vastness of such a massive rock. She shuffled her way into the small nook, sitting on her haunches and hugging her dusty knees. Her long dark hair laid about her shoulders, tangled and knotted with clumps of dirt and leaves intertwined.
She would wait it out, just like her mom had told her to, to wait until the sun came out to shine it's light on whatever evil had scared the moon away. Then the next night all would be right and the moon would shine again. But for now she wouldn't dare fall asleep; she stayed vigil and still, her large pitch-black doe-eyes steadily surveying the surrounding area from her perch. The evil that had gotten her mother wouldn't get her too. She was determined, never to let the beast ravish her. She looked down at her tattered dress made of hide and fur, her mind reaching back to the last time her mother had made her clothes. It had been a long time; the state of her clothes was a testament to that. She yearned for her mother. She was so alone now save for the few animals that where brave enough to approach her. Giving the quiet forest a quick looking over with wary eyes she scooted further into the narrowing cave. There she found the place she had laid her mother to rest surrounded by all the things she had found in the forest that glinted in the sunlight and caught her eye, things she thought her mother would like. Her arid bones rested against the hard rock bottom, slightly upright in brittle clothes. The neck was rotated so her hollow sockets faced the open mouth of the cave. Her mother was all she had, she was forbidden to go into town. Her mother had told her it was dangerous there, and the people there would try to hurt her because she looked different. They'd call her a monster. She ran her hands over her skin that were covered in a light golden hue of fine fur and in the shiny things she had collected for her mother she could see her large pitch-black irises that filled her entire eye like a hungry void. Her raven hair was a web, tangled and roped in clumsy braids. She suddenly remembered that she had found several of the little silver disks her mom liked, She wasn't sure what they were but when she found them she saved them for her and rested them in her moms bony palms. Her mother use to take them into town with her, and come back with wonderful things like cloth and tools. Her favorite was candy, it was so sweet, her mother would buy her a bag full and she would eat it all in one day saving only a smidgen for her woodland friends. She smiled a petite feral grin showing her adolescent canines. She missed those days with all her heart. She was quickly thrown out of her reverie by a shrilling howl followed by the blood curdling screams of a horror-struck victim. She once again hugged her knees and left her eyes wide with fear. It was looking for her, but instead it had found another poor soul to shred in her place. Satiated it would soon retire to the evil place it had come from, but the next time the moon decided to hide it would be out again, sniffing and searching for her, to do to her what it did to her mother.