A.N. I don't own anything related to Marvel, this is just my overactive imagination usong precreated characters for my own use.
CHAPTER 1: WHAT?
My name is Katherine Pryde. Most people call me Kat. My life is more than a little screwed up. Especially since I have superhuman mutant powers that allow me to walk through things just like I'm a ghost or something, and destroy computers just as easily as I can fix them. But other than that, my life is still screwy.
My parents were killed by the Japanese mob, I have a bodyguard that can make razor sharp claws come out of his knuckles and can heal himself back up and is just about immune to everything, I can see in the dark like a cat, I can kill someone in about five hundred ways, I wear my hair wrapped up in a turban of bed sheets after a shower, I am pretty much a whiz at computers, and I am teaching a Japanese kid to speak English so he can swear at someone, and they'd know what he was talking about.
Of course, that last part about Lorence didn't happen until about two weeks ago. Right after I started staying at this weird house for mutie freaks like myself. Evidently, only me and two other mutant freaks actually have something in common, though.
We're all runners. People running from the mob. Sort of witnesses of stuff that happened. In my case, I got to witness my parents and my bodyguard's girlfriend get murdered. Chopped up into fish bait, as it were. Great life, mine, huh?
Anyways, of the other two, only one knows that I know she's a runner, and it was quite accidental too. Her name is Marie DeNoir, but she calls herself Rogue. She says that I am one of three people who know her real name. She's a really great girl, and I really hate her mutation.
See, she can't touch people, humans or mutants. She'll absorb a human's thoughts, feelings, and personalities and leave them in a coma. With mutants, she'll absorb all that, plus their special mutant gifts, or curses, in her case.
Anyways, she knows that I'm a runner, because she absorbed me. It happened just after I arrived at this Institute. Logan, that's my bodyguard, had been helping me to hide from the mob.
We'd been on the run for two and a half years now, and one day, while we were still living in Japan, Logan tells me that we're moving in with an old friend of his named Charles Xavier. It appeared that Chuck, as Logan calls him, runs this home for mutants where they train you to protect yourself from anti-mutant terrorists, and anti-human terrorists.
Yeah, they're like stuck in the middle of all this shit. Chuck wants to be at peace with humans, and this other creep named Magneto who was an old friend of Chuck's, wants to exterminate humanity, and is trying to kill and/or recruit Chuck's team of super humans in the process.
I almost can't blame him, with what I've been through, and what he's been through, but not all humans are crazed assholes. Mind you, Most of them are, but there are a few that are really great people.
Anywho, well, Logan dragged me halfway across the world to this gigantasmic mansion somewhere north of New York City. He said that I have to act like some loser valley girl so that I will blend in better with normal people.
Come On! We're now living in a mansion full of mutants with a world full of anti-mutant terrorists! How undercover is that? Not that I can't do it. I watched enough Saved By The Bell reruns to know how to do it perfectly, but, whatever. I trust Logan implicitly, and if he says this is where we need to be, I believe him.
So, we grabbed a flight from Japan to New York, courtesy of one of Logan's old Army friends. (I swear, that man has more contacts than the head of the CIA!) The Hoverchopter dropped us, bikes and baggage, right outside of the Institute gates. Okay, I should say, bike and baggage, considering that my Suzuki is currently incapacitated due to the fact that I dismantled it in a fit of boredom, and haven't yet reassembled it. So, they dropped us bike, baggage, and crate containing my motorcycle outside of the Institute gates.
Logan walked right up to the control panel on the wall and put his hand on it. It scanned his hand, and the gates swung open, a monotone voice saying, "Welcome, Logan."
I jumped onto the back of Logan's Harley and he drove us up to the front door. That's where this all started…