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Chapter 2: Where to go, Who to trust

The sisters walked down the alley where they first met Gambit, neither of them saying a word. Stealth kept rubbing her knuckles from when her claws came out, and Mimic was taking deep breaths in order to keep her temper under control.

"Trina? What are we going to do now? That Gambit guy sure isn't gonna come find us anytime soon."

"I don't know Pedro….But my first guess is that we should head home… and let M.R.D, or even H.Y.D.R.A, take us in…..and let them do what they want with us."

"That's crazy talk, Trina!! Well…home sounds nice, but the other half doesn't. Are you flippin insane?!? Don't you remember what they did to us?!?!?"

"Well then what else are we supposed to do?!? Go find our father and hope he takes us in?! Last I checked, Andrea, Dad left because he hated mom!! He hated us!!" Stealth snapped. Mimic remained silent after this sudden outburst. She was right….Their dad left when they were really young and he never came back.

"But that's what mom said…We can't exactly trust her now, can we?"

"Point taken….So where are we supposed to go?"

"I can help you with that….that is….if you want to go" says a deep voice. Mimic jumped in surprise and Stealth glared at the figure at the end of the alley. It was the same man that she fought in defending her sister.

"What do you want now? Haven't you already got us in enough trouble, Bub?" Stealth growled, stepping in front of Andrea. The figure stepped forward to close some of the distance between them

"I don't want to fight. I just wanna talk."

"Ya, but maybe I do..." mumbles Mimic, still mad about the previous events.

"Fine….But make it quick. We have better things to do." Stealth says.

"The name's Logan and there's a place for kids like you. It's called Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters." The man says, holding out a small card.

"Uh huh…and You really expect me to believe this isn't some M.R.D hoax?"

"Uh.…Trina? I don't think he's joking."

"And Why not, Pedro? He's got LIAR written all over his face."

"I'm a elepath-tay (telepath) and I an-cay ead-ray is-hay ind-may. (I can read his mind)"

"Uh huh…..You talk him then…" and she pushed Mimic forward. Mimic's eyes go wide and she tensed up immediately, freezing in front of Logan. Logan raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at the girl before him.

"Uh….Hi?" She nervously says. She made herself have the appearance of an extremely nervous girl….but she was actually quite confident, as you know now she had done this many times before. She searched Logan's face….reading his mind.

"What the heck is this girl doing?.....She's standing there like an idiot….I'm not an M.R.D Spy…..They were after me for a while too…."

"Uh…..Trina? He's uh…not lying…."

"Dang right I'm not lying…." Logan growled. "Why don't you come back with me to New York? Professor Xavier would be happy to have you around." He says kindly. Stealth eyed him suspiciously, still wondering if her sister was right.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Bub. I've got my own problems….Come on Pedro…" she coldly says, turning and walking away.

"Fine, but at least take the card and think about it." Logan says. Mimic took the card from his hand and then stuck it in her pocket.

"Thanks….Logan…" she says while walking away. Logan watched them go and then turned to leave, but not before looking back over his shoulder. He left the alley without saying another word, but he couldn't help thinking that there was something familiar about them. The ice blue eyes of the older girl were too extraordinary to ignore. She also had Adamantium claws. The younger girl had those emerald green eyes that just looked so extremely familiar, and her telekinetic abilities was something that could not be overlooked. He soon lost track of the girls in swirling crowd of Mardi Gras and its parades. But he had this feeling he needed to know them….there was something about them that made him want to protect them, the overwhelming urge to keep them from any harm.

"So, would you care to explain why you ruined my chances at a friendship with the girls, Wolverine? Remy thinks that was quite wrong of you." Gambit asks, once again hiding in the shadows and shuffling a stack of cards.

"Ah, shut it, Cajun. The girl got mouthy and her sister defended her." Logan growled, annoyed that he was being blamed for the incident.

"If I do recall correctly, You attacked her. Mimic was simply nervous because of the way you approached Remy."

"You call her 'Mimic'? That has got to be one the strangest names I've ever heard."

"That is what she told me. The older girl is called Stealth." Gambit says, revealing his form from the shadows. "Stealth is of much interest to Remy. I desire to know her more."

"Well, Good luck, Bub. What makes you think they're gonna trust you?" Logan snarled.

"I offered to help them, you attacked them. It is as simple as that, Wolverine." Gambit smirked and walked away. Logan growled at the retreating form of the young man. He watched as Gambit turned to walk down a crowded and parading street. The boy had talent, no doubt, but it was his personality that drove Logan mad.

'Charles....Can you hear me?' Logan thought, closing his eyes and directing his thoughts to the Professor back in New York, in an attempt to speak telepathically. 'Chuck?' he called, not receiving a reply.

'I can hear you, Logan. What is it?'

'LeBeau's been courting girls again…'

'And how does this concern you, Logan?'

'The two girls he had with him seem familiar. Way to familiar for my liking.'

'They are mutants, correct?'

'Yeah. One has telekinetic abilities and the other has Adamantium claws.'

'Adamantium claws? Odd…You are the only known mutant with such adaptations. I will track them with Cerebro. Thank you Logan'

Logan opened his eyes and looked around, checking his surroundings before he walked away from the alley. He sighed as we walked back in the direction of the bar he was previously in. He looked around some more, seeing the paper-littered streets and the tail ends of the parades…..and young children….Young children with their parents. He stopped to watch them from a distance. The family he saw had a mother, a father, and two daughters. Just seeing that alone made him feel….empty in a way, like something was missing from his life. Why did those two girls seem familiar? Why did he feel the need to protect them? Logan shook away the thought and continued walking until he got to bar. Instead of going inside, he went around back and got his motorcycle. As he started up and revved the engine, Logan couldn't stop thinking about the girls. What was it that made them seem so familiar? Their eye colors didn't just come from anywhere, same with the Adamantium claws. And to this day, there are only a few remaining mutants with a telekinetic ability.

"Who are they? I feel like a know them! But from where? And how?" Logan muttered. He sped off onto the streets and began heading back to New York. Maybe the Professor would have some answers…..maybe….

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Dere it is, my lovely story chapter.....=D that i know you all jusy "love" to bits....haha.....not really....... Well thanks for reading!!