Chapter 2

She hadn't gotten any sleep last night. Of course it felt good to have a warm bed and food but thoughts of her father wouldn't leave her. She went through so many emotions during the night, surprising herself from not snapping. The anger over powered the happiness of been reunited. Why didn't he come back to her? To her mother?

Mother. To think that her mother Elizabeth could have survived if her father came back, the idea ripped open old wounds. The lost of her mother was something that she didn't take well, but she needed to get over it to survive. The weak never win. Something her father drilled into her head each time.

What hurt even more was the fact that he didn't came back to her. She was closest to her father, always following him around. When he had to leave for war was the hardest, back when they made people go to war willing or not. She always knew he had a taste for blood, but the war was that much more thrilling. He'd be gone for months and when it finished, he would return home in perfect shape. They moved around a lot so no one would get suspicious about the never aging. That's were her mother and her made their mistake...

She didn't want to start on Jimmy, he was always the thinker. But if he was the thinker than why didn't he think to come back home.

She had to stop herself from running out of her bedroom to Jimmy or her father and start yelling at them. They were only sleeping across the hall from her, it wouldn't be that hard.

The quiet squeak of a floor board got her attention, someone was awake and it wasn't Fred, he was still snoring loudly. It was a couple of doors away from her. The click of a door was heard opening and closing. A familiar scent filled her nose, but she still couldn't figure out who it was.

Silently getting up, she wondered over to the bedroom door and popped her head out, when the coast was clear she continued to follow the scent. It led her to past the lounge room to the gym. She looked around the gym and noticed the walls, she could tell her father and Jimmy had been training, the claw marks proved it. The light sound of thumping and the smell of sweat caught her attention to another door.

Looking through the small glass door to the room, she saw him moving with grace. His movements were powerful and the swords looked like they were a part of him, like Jimmy's claws are to him. She debated whether to interrupted, she thought he owned her that much for yesterday. She took confident steps towards him, he didn't seem to notice her presents so she thought.

In a flash, he had one of his long swords pointed at her throat. She was hoping they wouldn't be repeating this every day. He didn't threaten her like he did yesterday, instead he took his time looking over her. She did the same to him, she couldn't help the fear and pleasure running through her body. He seemed to be the youngest of the group of men, and that didn't come to a disadvantage with his skills. His brown eyes held a large amount of mischief and the small smirk of his pink lips didn't help.

He took the sword away from her throat and slid it behind his back into the holster, before holding his hand out. "Wade." He gave her a charming smile.

She gripped his hand a little too tight and he tried to do the same without showing the pain on his face. "Katharine. Of course you'd already know that." He scratched his head in a nervous way.

"Look, Yesterday was a mistake. I was following orders." Without hearing another word, she punched him in the stomach knocking the air out of him. "What...was...that ...for?" He said between gasps of air.

"I don't like your swords pointed at me." Near her neck anyway, a slice through the neck is one way to kill her kind. "Maybe you'll learn to keep them to yourself for now on." She turned around after seeing him nod his head painfully. To her surprise they had an audience, her father. Her emotions went back to lock down mood, while she stared at Victor. She didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he had a smirk of his face that send a spark of pride through her body. The only positive reaction she had gotten from him so far.

He walked over to a boxing bag and got to work with it. The boxing bag looking like it was about to fall apart from the marks his claws were giving it. She wanted to join him, dying to have some connection with her father, like the old times.

"I'd love to see him beaten." Wade was standing next to her looking in the same direction she was a minute ago. "Bet you couldn't get close enough to him." Even though he was whispering she was sure her father could hear them. She shook her head at Wade and started walking to the exit.

At the last second, she turned on her heel and run straight at her father. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this much adrenaline running through her veins, she felt... powerful.

It didn't last long, he father was well aware of her intentions and caught her around the neck before she could try to do any danger to him. She was an animal, that was for sure. Hissing and crawling for contact. She didn't hold her animal back like Jimmy, she was free. Getting bored of her, he slammed her into the wall beside him and growled at her. She let out a couple small growls before quieting, just watching him. She was always good at listening to orders, it was good to see she hasn't lost it. "You have a lot to learn." He released her and she glared at him before walking away. He could smell the rage flowing off her like a waterfall.

"I would be better if you had bothered to stick around." She muttered it so quietly he wasn't sure if she had spoken it before leaving the room. It felt like a slap in the face either way.

Wade was standing there dumbfounded at Victor. "Fuck off Wade." He punched a hole in the wall where Kat had been standing a moment ago. It was only another hole for the collection, something for Stryker and his men to fix. He stormed out of the room and deicide to have a shower, or he might turn around and go looking for his cub.

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There wasn't much in the army building, white walls, uniform men and long corridors... Walking down the halls, she felt like the animal inside of her was searching for a way out, scratching at the cage and nowhere to go. The years and days of surviving couldn't be taken from her, it was in her nature.

"Something wrong?" Stryker was standing in front of her, looking amused and smirking.

"I'm fine." She snapped at him and walked away, His heavy footsteps were heard behind her.

"You're a spitting image of your father." She spun around and pinned him against the wall in a heartbeat. Her hand pinned him, while her other hand pointed her sharp claws at his throat. The thrill of hearing his heartbeat pick up sent a shiver down her spine. She leaned in and stared hard at him.

"And just as powerful as him." He smirked at her, but it wasn't as confident as before. She pushed him harder into the wall before letting go and turning her back on him.

"I'd love to see what you could do." She stopped for a second not sure if she had actually heard him right. She kept walking down the hall and passed her father, he gave her a calculating stare and looked between Stryker and her.

"Stay away from him." His voice was quiet, loud enough for only her ears. She nodded her head in understanding. "Stryker, we have a meeting to attend to." He walked towards Stryker and called over his shoulder at Kat. "Logan's looking for you."

"Logan?" She whispered to herself, she doesn't know anyone called Logan.

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"You looking for me Jimmy." He turned around and faced her with a smile. "Or is it Logan?"

"Call me what you wish Katharine." He started heading for the door.

"Kat." She stated while followed her Uncle, She noticed the clothing he was wearing. "Where are you going?"

"Where are we going? Somewhere fun, Victor thought you might enjoy it." She raised an eye brow in questioning. "He has enough trouble staying in these walls, and you wouldn't be any different." They past a few guards and headed for a motorbike.

"You seem fine."

"We are two different beings." He saddled the bike and started it. "Are you getting on?" She looked at it with unease. She had seen and read about these...wheels but never wanted or needed to ride one. "Don't tell me you're scared?" He mocked her, and then became serious. "Kat?"

"I've...never...I don't know how." She hated admitting she didn't know something, it made her feel weak.

"Not keeping up to date with the world's technology." He shook his head, joking. She liked it when he didn't take it to heart but helped her none the less. "Nothing will happen, it's just a bike." When she didn't move he tried a different way. "It's like... riding a horse."

She knew how to ride a horse, she did it many times when she needed to escape the house when her mother had one of those days. With her courage back, she saddle the motorbike and wrapped her arms around her Uncle. It felt strange having something purring underneath her, but she dismissed the thought and pretended she was on a horse. She closed tightly and felt the bike speed up. She relaxed at the smell of the musky forest, the warm sun on her tanned skin and the air whipping through her hair.

The smell of the forest was soon replaced with a horrible smell of a...bar? She opened her eyes to see the bike parked next to others, while skanky women and drunken men hang around the bar door. Logan cleared his throat, getting her attention. She quickly hoped off the bike and watched her uncle do the same before following close behind him into the filthy place.

Logan sat down at the bar and patted the stool next to him, inviting her to sit down instead of standing there uncomfortable. She planted herself down on the seat and watched her uncle order an alcohol for himself and her. The bartender raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't argue when Logan passed the drink to her, she could smell the fear dripping off the bartender. Humans and their fears, she didn't know what was wrong with being a mutant.

Logan was soon on his third beer, and she knew he wasn't even close to wasted. "This is fun?" she couldn't help letting her frustration out. He raised an eye brow at her, and she smirked back.

"I forgot how much you're like him." He frowned at her for a second before taking another drink of the beer in front of him. "Never could stay still for a moment."

She ignored his comment, feeling the frustration now focused on her father, if that's what you could call him. "When are we leaving?"

"Now." A smooth voice from behind her said. She cocked the side of her head at the man standing in front of her, he gave her a toothy smirk she was familiar with. "There's a forest outback." His words came out slow and calculating.

She felt a small smile form on her lips. He knew, she knew what the answer would be. "Well what are we doing still here?" She patted her Uncle on the shoulder before walking out the bar with her father hot on her trail.

She let Victor led the way to the dark forest, he walked further enough into the forest to be hidden. He stopped and stared at her with an amused look. "I'll take it easy on you."

"We both know I love a challenge...unless you've forgotten." His smile slightly slipped off his lips. She still hurts, she wasn't going to let him get away with it.

"Let's see what you've got." His tone was hard, while he stretched his muscles and claws. She could feel her own claws growling longer with excitement. "Ready, on the count of three." He stepped closer to her, staring at her with interest. "One... one and a bit...one in a half...Two." He speed out into the forest, leaving her dumb stuck for a moment before running as fast as her limbs would take her to catch up.

She should have known better that he wouldn't play fair, his laughter was heard in front of her. Even though she was losing she couldn't help but enjoy the moment, the power in her legs while she runs. She could see Victor ahead, running on all fours like a wild cat. Her own animal was screaming to be let out, to be like her father. The enjoyment from before vanished and a new hunger came out. Before she could control herself, she jumped over a fallen tree and landed on all four feet, running faster than she had been on two feet. She was catching up to Victor, and he knew it.

He had pushed himself when he heard her running close behind him. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face when she gave into her animal and started moving like one. He saw the army base came into view and pushed harder, making her do the same.

She felt time running out when the grey building came into view, she watched Victor drive faster and she followed. She run past the guards and saw their shocked faces when she almost run into them, making them scramble out of her way. When she turned the corned, she found him leaning against the doorway causally smirking in her direction. The spark of anger lit and she was tempted to smack it off his face. "Better Luck next time kid." She watched him walk into the building without another glance. Her claws dug into her hands in frustration, making blood drip onto the ground as she bit the inside of her lips from speaking out of line.

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AN: Sorry it has been forever since i updated.

Anyone have some ideas that i could put in the story? I've got some...