So I have a new X Men fan fic. Yay. This one is based on X Men: Evolutions and is actualy older than the other one I have posted. I started this one back while I was actualy in school as something to do during lunch, and I kindof forgot about it in the proses of learning (go figure). So this one is a bit of a cross over of a book I've read, though that comes latter. So enjoy this and rate and review if you like it, other wise I may not keep posting it, though I will keep writing. ((fyi, my writings are more for my sanity than your entertainment, so take that))

Chapter I

A warm summer's night tends to bring all the boys to the bar in a small town like this one. All the men were loud and boisterous, as were the few women in the bar, when a portly man came up on the stage in a corner of the crowded room. He brought his big hands to the microphone and called for some silence. "All right, all right, all of you shut up now. Welcome everyone, to Morse. We have a live act tonight, the one and only, Melody!"

After he said that, there was a round of applauds and he left the stage to make room for a seventeen year old girl. Her long blond hair blew out behind her as she glided onto the stage. She sported a black, one sleeved dress that fell to her ankles. The split in the side of the dress that went up to mid thigh showed some pale leg and got wolf calls from the men in the bar. Her green eyes showed no interest in any thing but the mic stand that she made her way to.

Her fingers eagerly wrapped around the mic, though she knew what she was there for. Her job was to present illusions to the poor human minds that drank themselves stupid that night. Her name was Shela, and her job was to occupy their minds while they wasted their money and their lives away. Every night she would sing to them, and every night she would go home to her parents and conscience. Always, she regrets what she is forced to do, but then always she is glad she did it. Doing her 'job' meant keeping her parents safe from the truth these people that owned Morse knew; keeping her secret safe from the public.

Shela's mother was a kind person that cared deeply for her daughter and there cozy home in the foothills of Colorado. Fort Collins was a good town to raise your child in, assuming you keep that child safe from the wanabe thugs and pot heads that ran amuck. She wasn't fazed by any of these factors. But one thing that did was how people reacted to each other. Everyone that was different was categorized into one group or another and attacked on different mediums. Goth, punk, emo… people weren't too kind to others. It's worse to people different like her.

The music started and so did her voice. She sang three dance songs, all of them quick and full of spirit. All the better to put them in the mood to drink their lives away. The songs were fast paced and got people dancing out of there seats to the front of the stage. It was simple tonight with the girls there. Get them dancing, wear them out so their tired and need drinks. Easy as that. But it's what happened after they had quenched that thirst that made her cry herself to sleep every night. To know that she was the cause of so many car accidents and wrecks hurt her more than knowing that her mother was stuck at the hospital because of it.

Her mother worked at the hospital and was often called in on emergencies. So naturally, it was rare for her to find her mother when she got home after school and work. Her father, on the other hand, was unknown. She didn't know who or where he was. The only thing she knew about him was he was a scientist and it were differences between the two that caused the divorce before she was born. She heard stories about how wonderful he was and how much her mother loved him. So Shela couldn't begin to fathom why they divorced, only that her mother found him intolerable when he was working.

Now she was a senior and worked part time, entertaining the eighteen year olds that she attended classes with. But what was she to do? It was this, or make her mothers life more complicated with the truth about hers. She didn't want to that, so she kept on singing. At least that way she was able to keep her mind enthralled in her own talents.

The doors opened and a man came in with an odd hair cut and a motorcycle helmet propped under one arm. He had jeans, cowboy boots, a tee shirt and a leather jacket. He was so out of place. This was a strange bar where people come to party and have fun. When you think about it that aspect, it was more of a dance club than a bar, but the owner still insisted on calling it a bar.

Her green eyes never left this strange man as he made his way to the now nearly empty bar. A large portion of the crowd was gathered at her feet, mostly class mates trying to look through the slit in her dress. She wanted nothing more than to smash their faces in. She hated dresses more than anything, and here she was, being harassed in a dress.

"Now here's a song requested by some of the ladies. Now how about you boys be gentlemanly and ask for a dance. Don't worry; they've assured me they don't bite." Then the music started and she sang 'Black Roses Red,' by Alana Grace. She was so into the song, she didn't notice the strange man staring at her. Everyone was either paired off or sitting at a table drinking in silence.

She didn't even notice the scenery change with her voice. As she sang, the room took on the illusion of a forest clearing. The same clearing she visited in her dreams when she was lonely. She started dancing to her own song as red roses started blooming around her in her illusion. She loved that clearing, but screaming from the crowd stilled her voice. The image around her fell and a tall, beast like man in a long sleeveless coat and long light brown hair was now visible in a clearing in the crowd.

"Sabretooth," The strange man growled.

"Wolverine," The other returned with amusement.

"What are you doing here?" The one called Wolverine gruffly asked as three long metal claws appeared on each of his hands. There were more shrieks and cries of terror as most of the occupants found an exit, some of them jumping out of the dark tinted windows.

In answer, the beastly man attacked him, hands extended as if he were going to gouge the others eyes out. She was frozen in place as they brawled all over, breaking everything that stood in their way. Everyone was gone now but the girl on stage, mic still in hand. Not one of them noticed her still. She tried to take this time now to run while the path to the back door was clear.

She never made it that far. As soon as she thought that, a portion of the beam running across the ceiling cracked and fell towards her. She dove out of the way, but tripped on the sandals she was wearing. Her left leg was caught under the beam and she screamed out in pain. The power of her scream shook the whole room and the two fighting were knocked into the on the opposite wall.

Only then did the others notice her. The one called Sabbertooth ran towards her threw the beam off her. He was going to pick her up when Wolverine tackled him. "Stay away from her," he growled. "She has nothing to do with this."

"On the contrary, I'm here only for her. You just happen to be a bonus." With that said Sabbertooth charged the other man and threw him to the wall. He was knocked out and she was left with the beast. She tried pulling moving away, but excruciating pain shot through her legs and she screamed again. This time he wasn't shot back though, and fatigue started to take over her. In panic and pain, she started whimpering. Another pain shot threw her back side and the sides of her head, and she was about to black out when the other man's claws shot through Sabbertooth's side.