Disclaimer: I do not own X-men as you all know now on to the chapter!
(So I wrote this along time ago. Few years back, and am now finally just picking up the story again. Sorry for those who are bothered my grammer and spelling. I've tried to go through and fix them up as best I could on my own.)
Chapter one: Ash and Smoke
My father came and saw me today. Trying to act the part of the concerned father but I knew what he was thinking. He didn't dare touch my hands for fear my claw might come out and tear his to shreds. I wish no pain on him...cant they see that? I guess not. He did however make a somewhat nice gesture in bringing me this. Not that I need to write my feelings down for these people, this is just for me. I am alone here even though it has already been a week since I was brought here. Maybe I don't care...and I want to be a loner. Maybe I do. I shouldn't, I don't know why I trust these people. But right now it seems like I have no choice. Might as well give it a chance before I bust out I suppose.
Tiger paused in here writings as blood dripped on the page, her wounds reopening from the efforts of a long day of writings. Though she healed at an inhuman speed her knuckles always seemed to bleed freely over the simplest things. They hurt everyday, making her wish she could just rip out the bones that came out as sharp claws at her nearest bend of the finger to her fist. All four fingers plus her thumb held the dangerous weapons her body had grown inside all these years. Looking at the finger where the blood had dropped from the girl let out a low growl pulling the wraps around tighter. The finger-less gloves she had used to hide the scars they left all these years lay on the floor beside her. Abandoned almost an hour ago when she had attempted to start writing. Before she could return to the darkness of her own mind her senses paused in warning. She looked up, her eyes connecting to a boy a crossed the room who had been watching her almost for the whole night it seemed. Dark orange cat eyes met that of the boys and a slight smirk crossed her face. What was so interesting about him she would never know really. He smelled like ash and smoke, reminding her of a sweet campfire on a cold late summer night in the mountains or something. She could smell it from when she had first entered the room hours ago. A sweet teased sent to her senses, every single one of them. There was no fear on the boy, just a slick smell left from years of defiance. A warm wave of air washed over her as the boy flicked open and closed the shark pained lighter in his hands. He seemed to completely forget about the girl and boy that had been talking to him for a moment. It seemed somewhat unlike him to do so, as they where somewhat more concerned then most friends would be if it were natural. With this she diverted her eyes to return to writing, her aching hand having a wicked rejection to the idea. Tiger gave up for the night signing her name perfectly on the line below the rest of her writings. Tiger
Swinging it closed after perfecting the last curl of the letters the girl let out a long sigh. Tomorrow she started training with a man known as Logan. Wolverine she heard his name was, must have been a code name. He was a healer from what she knew with some gift like her own as well. Didn't usually train students but for her he made an exemption. She must seem very difficult...which means they would be watching her closely at all times. Perfect.
Since Tiger had realized her gifts it was always something she liked to do to annoy people, getting away when they watched her every move. It normally came easy with her animal senses but with all the powers going around in this place there where bound to be more challenges than a simple run away. She looked around noticing the boy had vanished up the stairs that had been watching her and made her way outside into the gardens just needing to feel the breeze so she didn't feel so caged in a zoo. Much later into the night she found her way up in her room. Having climbed the ivied wall up to the balcony and swung her up onto it. The sky had grown dark covering her every move very well as she slid into the silent room, throwing the notebook aside as she hear quite knock on the door. Rushing over she found a card with letters of flame dancing along as a fire would in a fireplace. She looked in amazement as she caught the deep red rose laying near and read the note quietly again to herself as if to make sure what it had said. Dearest child of the wild,
Forgive me I have not gotten a name. I would be honored however if someday we get to know each other better then this simple writing. Maybe even share the cursed 'gifts' that got us here? I've been watching you, not in a scary way. I just want to know you more and maybe become your friend...or more. Even if you don't really want to trust anyone...just try for me. I know this is kinda strange to ask when you don't really even know me. I hope in the near future that will change...that I may be able to change it somehow . Meet me in the gardens tomorrow after training. I'll hope to see you there. Just look for the flames.
Pyro
As she finished reading if again the fires went out to leave a charcoal black image of the beautiful writing and cooling embers. Pyro...that must have been that boy in the lounge room. The card and rose had the lingering sent of the boy so sweetly wrapped around their own smells. The boy she was so curious to meet herself. Maybe even get to know and trust. It was decided then, she would go. Meet this boy and maybe even show him her cursed 'gift' as he so wonderfully put it. Fire was something tigers usually avoided in the wild. Not this one though...something pulled her nearer. She was modernized and grew up watching flames. Flames where beautiful. So after training Tiger would go and meet this wielder of the flames. Her path was decided with that single thought.
Unknowing to her as she turned and closed the door behind her John sat in the shadows watching. His hand still held out from smothering the flames to ash like writing. A smile on his lips as he saw the joy flash though her beautiful eyes. Something told him that he would not be alone long tomorrow. He just had to dodge questions form Ice man and Rouge. That wouldn't be too difficult. Or would it? He still would have to explain to Bobby what kept him out of the room so long. Not that there was a curfew, but it was plenty of reason for his roommate to bombard him with questions. It was all right. After all this was plenty worth it. Seeing the glimmer of joy if only for a second. Who wouldn't be able to deal with all the wondering of his best friend after seeing that?
Okay, there you go...the first chapter. I know its not that long but please bear with me. I'm trying. Please let me know if you like it and I'll try to finish the second chapter soon okay? Hope you enjoyed it . Bye bye for now
