Disclaimer: again I say X-men not mine; Nightshade mine
June 9th
Thank goodness! I survived! Oops I mean to say, Dear Diary,
Halleluiah, I made it. I would kiss the ground, except that I never left it. Now I would like to say ouch! I'm not sure what hurt worse the tongue lashing or Pyro's smirk. I mean what was I suppose to do, mock Mr. Summers? I do NOT think that would have been a good idea. Anyway, the moment is here, I hate to think about it but I must. I suppose I should start at the beginning, you know take things slowly, bit by bit. Pheww, I'm ready. Alright to begin my name is Hannah Patterson, I'm fifteen years old and I've live most of my life either freezing to death or looking around for strangers. In English that translates as either living in Canada or in a few very big cities, not including New York.
You see, I'm originally from New York. At least that's what it says on my birth certificate. According to my birth certificate and what I could dig up on the computer I had really rich folks that were killed in a car crash when I was two months old. I was adopted by a young Canadian couple who lived in the middle of nowhere and ended up living with them until I was about ten. Yeah, great life so far, don't worry it gets even better. Anyhow, my parents just happen to be mutants and (sob) and I can't talk anymore. I'll continue tomorrow.
June 10th
Dear diary,
Sorry again for making you go through another of my crying days. It's just so hard to remember them. They were the only real family I've known. Anyway to continue, my parents were mutants. My dad, if memory serves me correctly, had these bat like wings and could see body heat. My mom could turn herself into ivory like material, and she was really strong. The also had these ivory-like claws that I only saw her use twice. I guess it's not surprising that I would manifest my powers so quickly around these two. The day they appeared I was the happiest girl on the face of the planet. Sorry but I'll have to cut of here. Dr. Grey wants me to go down to have an examination.
June 12th
Dear diary,
Sorry about the delay in messages. Yesterday I was trapped in Self-defense with Mr. Logan. I know everyone says this, except maybe Rouge, but that man has it out for me. I don't think forgiveness is very high up his list of things to do. But what else is new for me. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I purposely go looking for trouble, it's just I have zip control and things happen.
Now back to my life story, doesn't it sound so annoying? I see I left off with my powers. Well, the thing is I'm not totally sure if I have discovered them all yet. You see I have the ability to produce claw like, I guess you'd call them protrusions, out of my fingers. The thing is I can make them act like darts and blast them straight at anything I face. That's not it, however. I also create some kind of toxin that coats my "claws" and can be released into a person's blood stream if I touch them, so I wear gloves, a Lot! On top of all that I can absorb and store any light energy and use it to self regenerate, or heal myself. It's kind of like Mr. Logan, except I can control where and when I heal.
So as I was saying, my parents were great. They protected me as best they could, and didn't hide anything from me. This includes what the world thinks of mutants, though they taught me not to hate humans. Still sometimes I wish I had beat up that one boy who looked at me funny when I shot my darts in the air. Mom, being a mom, yelled at me severely to stop. Sometimes I wish I could see them again, at least one last time. Though there was one thing they never cleared up. It happened when I was about three. The details are scarce but I'll try my best.
You see, my parent's always enjoyed letting me play in the back yard, except after dark. I had always thought it was because I had to go to sleep until that one night. I remember forgetting something outside, next to the forest our house was by. My dad needed his trees to fly to. Anyway I had run over and grabbed this, whatever; actually I think it was a doll. I remember hearing something and looking into the trees. I remember howling the wolf howl that I had heard on TV., come on, it's not like you ever tried, besides I was three. Anyway I remembering seeing something flash past me, and hearing the haggard breath of what was in that forest. You can bet that I ran, and tripped my way home. As I rushed in the door, I remember crying,
"There's a wolf outside. A wolf!" My parents exchanged looks and my dad headed outside. My mom cuddled me and tried to calm me down. A few moments later my dad walked back in. He exchanged a look with my mom that was deathly grim. He then said, " Hannah, go to bed."
I knew it was futile to say no and I just had the biggest scare of my three year old life. Mutely I did what he told me. That night I heard my parents whisper with each other. The whispering confused me but I fell right back to sleep. The next morning I asked about the wolf but was met with silence. The subject was dropped indefinitely. Looking back at what I can remember though, I could have sworn that instead of a wolf I had seen a man in those woods that night. But that's a conversation for another time.