Chapter 6

'Finally.' I thought to myself as the shower shut off. That man took a longer shower than I did! It was ridiculous. I flipped through a few more channels before he emerged from the bathroom. A trail of steam followed him as he walked out.

"Took you long enough." I mumbled.

"What did you say?" he said with annoyance in his voice.

"You heard me." I said. I heard him sigh. He threw his bag onto the ground and came over to the bed. He grabbed the remote from my hand and flipped off the t.v.

"Hey!" I yelled.

"Shut it." he said. He turned the chair so it was facing me and sat down. I looked away from him, admiring the sorry excuse for decorations around the room. It looked like the 70's had thrown up in here. I heard the guy clear his throat, obviously wanting me to look over at him.

"Can I help you?" I asked him innocently.

"Don't play that on me. Now, I want some answers." he said.

"Okay. What do you wanna know." I said, hoping this would end soon. The more I participated, the faster I could go to sleep.

"First off what's your name?" he asked me.

I sighed. I really didn't want to talk to this man and I was very reluctant to talk about my past.

"Katriana." I said.

"That seems a bit of an odd name for someone like you." he said.

"What do you mean, someone like me?"

"You just don't seem like a Katriana. You seem more like an Ashley or Sarah."

I only laughed at this. This guy was funny.

"Well, my mom had a thing for weird names. What can I say." I said.

The guy only nodded. I was getting tired of referring to him as something other than his name, so I asked.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I'm the one asking questions." he said.

"Well can I at least know the name of the guy who rescued me?" I asked. He didn't look like he would say much, so I turned away, waiting for him to ask more questions.

"Logan." he said. I turned my head to see him staring at me with those hazel eyes.

"Logan." I whispered. "Now I can actually talk to you without clearing my throat or saying hey you." I said with a smirk.

I saw a small smirk appear on the right side of his face, but it disappeared just as quickly.

"So, what do you wanna know?" I asked him.

"What happened to you?" he asked. I must have looked lost because he broke it down for me a little better.

"How did you end up in Canada?"

I sighed. I knew this question was going to come up sooner or later. I just wasn't ready for it.

"I was in college when my roommate found out I was a mutant. She was the leader for the anti-mutant group at school. She had a problem with mutants, and when she found out I was one of them, she kicked me out. Well, she told me to go, but I was actually wanting to go. Being there was stifling. I couldn't handle it. Not being able to show myself for who I truly was, just made me feel like I wasn't all there. So I left, and I heard that Canada was beautiful so I thought, since I'm not in school anymore, why not take a vacation. So here I am. Although, I never planned on almost getting killed but, everywhere has it's risks."

"What powers do you got?" he asked. "I know you got more than one. It's unusual but it happens."

"Well, as you've seen, I can conjure up a ball of electricity. I can also move things with my mind and control them, like I did with my soda can, and if I try hard enough, I can hear what people are thinking. But I get a headache every time I do it and it's not fun."

"What's with the wings?" he asked.

"Uh, I don't know. I got up one morning and stretched, and I felt this immense pain in my back and when I looked, I saw these two black fairy looking wings. It kind of scared me at the moment, but I got used to them when I found out how to control them. I also have a healing factor, but depending on how tired I am, determines how fast I'll heal."

"Wow. You just seem to have everything don't cha." he said sarcastically.

I glared at him, which made him cough to cover up his mistake.

"I, uh, noticed your ears." he said, as he grazed his fingers along the tips. I shivered at the touch and noticed that it felt rather good when he did that.

He noticed I recoiled from his touch. "Sorry." he said.

"Oh, there just really sensitive is all." I said. "I can hear things better than I could before. I can hear things from a hundred feet away. It's weird." He nodded.

"So what about you?" I asked.

"What about me?" he asked grumpily.

"Why are you in Canada?" I asked.

"Vacation." he said.

"Yeah right." I said. I could tell he was lying. I wanted to read his head, but didn't want to deal with the headache. He looked at me as if he couldn't comprehend that I didn't believe him. I only raised my eyebrows at him. "It's only fair." I said.

He sighed and he knew I was right. "Uh, I'm here to think. Maybe find out who I am, where I came from. Anything." he said.

I noticed a sadness in his answer along with desperation, and I felt bad for asking. So I decided to change the subject.

"So, what's your issue?" I asked. He looked at me because of my choice of wording and I only raised my eyebrow at him. Before I could prepare myself, three metal claws shot out from both hands. I was so scared that my wings popped out of my back, and my eyes turned the deepest color of purple they could. I looked up to find a small smirk upon his features.

"You do that to everybody don't you." I said annoyed. I flapped my wings once and let them lay across my back. I saw him chuckle and before he knew it, a pillow landed right across his fat head.

"How did you?" he asked annoyed. I only pointed to my mind and smiled. Before I knew it, I was slammed into the wall, three claws against my neck.

"What are you gonna do, kill me? I hate to break it to you, but it might take you awhile." I said, clearly not scared of this man.

"Weren't your eyes lighter a moment ago?"

"They change. Depending on my mood, they either get darker or lighter. I can see things that are far away also." I stated. He nodded and backed away from me. He slid his claws back in and walked back to his chair. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"So is that it? That's your issue?" I said.

"I can hear better than others and I can smell better than others." he said, clearly bored.

"Cool." I said. We sat there for awhile, neither one of us knowing what to say. Something finally hit me and it was amazing I didn't think about it further.

"Where do you live? I mean, do you just travel everywhere or," I said but was interrupted before I could continue.

"I'm taking you to a place I know about." he said. I became a little creeped out at this fact. "Don't worry, it's safe there, and I won't do anything to hurt you."

"Yeah I know. But, why are you taking me along with you. Why not dump me off somewhere?" I asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Who knows. I may need you to jump start my car again with your little ball of electricity." he said with a lot of sarcasm. He ended up with a pillow to the face while I continued to sit on the bed.

"Hey! Alright, rule one. No powers used against me! Got it?"

I nodded. "And rule two?" I asked.

I could tell he was fuming. "I haven't thought of one yet, but when I do I'll tell you."

I nodded. I used my mind power and grabbed the remote from the table. I floated it over to me and turned on the t.v.

"What are you doing? I thought I just made it very clear about rule one." he said.

"Ah, you said no powers used against you. Grabbing the remote so I can watch t.v is not harmful to you." I said.

"Yes it is when I can't watch what I want to watch." he said.

I only laughed. "Well, I don't know about you, but I am hungry. So why don't you go get us some food and then when you get back, you can watch whatever you want to until we go to bed. How does that sound." I asked, confident on the outcome.

"Fine." he growled. "But once I get back, that t.v is mine, and your little pixie ass will stay quiet."

"Pixie?" I said, annoyed at the nickname.

"I thought it suited you well." he said.

"Just because I look like one does not mean I am one." I said.

"I wasn't talking about your looks, darlin. I heard those pixies are real bitches." he said. And with that, he shut the door before a lamp could come crashing down on his head.

I fumed as I sat on the bed, flipping through the channels, not really paying attention to what was on. Ugh! He is so infuriating! I could feel my eyes getting darker as I sat there. How dare he call me a bitch! Or imply that I was one. Oh that man had some courage I'll tell you that right now.

I calmed myself down, and settled on some old movie. My mom used to make me watch old movies when I was younger, and for some reason, I was grateful for it. I dozed off, dreaming of my life before it all went to hell.