Death Threats

Antalya shot up on the chair and gasped for breath,

"So that's it then?" Xavier rolled back to his desk. "Stryker took you when he took your mother and aunt."

"And he fused shit into my DNA." She stated and he raised an eyebrow, "Pardon my French."

"He fused more of Logan's DNA into your making you more like your father." he stated, "And giving you more animal instincts that are now surfacing."

"Well that makes sense." She nodded still confused as Storm walked in.

"Um Maverick is asking for you." She stated and Antalya shot up looking to Xavier for permission. He nodded with a smile. She ran out and into the infirmary.

Maverick was laying propped up on multiple pillows and his eyes were open and smiling as she walked in.

"Tally, what the hell is wrong with you?" he asked his voice full of exasperation and relief. She let a tear fall free as she smiled and laughed. "Come here and give me a hug."

Antalya rushed forward wrapping her arms around him and hugging him close.

"I thought that…" she tried to speak but choked on her own words. He pulled back and rested his forehead on hers.

"You can't kill me, Antalya." He kissed her nose. "Not even if you tried."

"I bet I could." She whispered and he leaned in kissing her full on deeply. She quickly pulled back as the door opened and mused his hair a bit. "You are a troublesome child."

"How is your mauled by a rabid mutant patient?" a voice hissed and Maverick sighed as Antalya whipped around. An older man with a Marine hair cut stepped in, his face set in a sneer. His green eyes flickered from her to him and his eyes narrowed.

"Antalya," Maverick sighed unhappily, "I would like you to meet my father, General William Davenport, Secretary of the Navy."

"So you're the little girl that stabbed my son?" he growled as Antalya extended her hand. He eyed it like it was a dead fish so she retracted looking to Maverick for help.

"I'm sorry sir," she thought through what she was going to say slowly, "It was a part of my condition that I was not aware of."

"Your condition?" He scoffed glaring daggers and Antalya felt her claws start to come out so she hid her hands behind her back, "Your mutation is more like it. All alike you mutants are, uncontrollable and disobedient."

"Excuse me sir," she blinked at him her mouth open in a mix of shock and cool anger, "But I do believe your son is a mutant

"My son was on his way to a fine military career. "He snapped stepping forward. "He was well on his way to becoming a Proud Marine, a powerful American soldier. Then his mutation showed up. Here is my son the painter. No father could be proud of a boy with such a queer hobby."

"Thanks dad." Maverick muttered under his breath.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped talking so negatively about my friends. "Antalya stepped into his face standing tall, "And Mr. Davenport, I'm Canadian so personally I don't give a rat's ass about the Proud American solider unless they're on my side. Most aren't."

"Now listen up," He shoved a finger in her face and she growled low in her throat, "I don't have to listen to a little whore like you telling me what's right and wrong. So stop being a shithead and stay away from my son."

"So you want to know something?" she asked smiling, "About how I stabbed your son?"

"No." He hissed pushing her away from him, "Now leave."

"With these." She held up a fist and her diamond claws slowly slid out. The man's eyes widened with fear for a moment before forcefully going back to calm and angry.

"I said out, you little slut." He pointed to the door grabbing her collar as she slid her claws back in, "I bet your parents sent you here so that you can get some control. Obviously they sent you to the wrong place."

"My mother's dead." she hissed in his face, "and my father's a teacher here."

"Fantastic." He threw her out of his face and she staggered back "Then that son of a Bitch should learn to keep his whore of a daughter in check."

"Dad!" Maverick shouted in anger.

"Excuse me." an angry voice came from the doorway and General Davenport turned around as Antalya growled full out at him. "What are you saying about my daughter?"

Logan glared at him as he took Antalya's hand and pulled her out of the room. She growled one last time before quieting behind her father.

"Now you've done it." Maverick groaned and smashed his head into the pillows, "Dad this is Professor Logan, Our fighting Instructor. Logan this is my father, Secretary Davenport of the Navy."

"Is he one of you too?" He snarled and Logan glared his fists clenching.

"Yes." Logan nodded and let his claws fly out. "Now why are you talking about Antalya that way sir?"

"She stabbed my son." His nostrils flared. Logan nodded.

"I know." He said with a harsh smile, "I was there when it happened."

"And you did nothing?" General Davenport's voice escalated to a yell, his face turning red.

"I find it that," he glared and slowly sheathed his claws, showing he was still a threat, "When a mutant goes off like that. It's best leave her be."

"This place is hopeless." He exclaimed, He turned to his son, "You deserve this place boy."

"Fuck off Will." Maverick replied calmly and his father almost popped a blood vessel.

"And You!" He pointed a Finger at Antalya as she crossed her arms and cocked a hip, "Stay away from my son or I swear the next time you go outside a sniper's laser will be on your forehead."

Antalya froze blinking as he stormed out.

"You okay, Mav?" Logan asked the boy quickly as he nodded, "Talya?"

"I'm going to go outside." She pointed a thumb over her shoulder and blinked up at Logan. She turned on her heel and walked to the elevator giving him a glance before going inside.