Xqulth: Okay, thanks for all of you who have reviewed...I will try to listen to all of your wonderful advice and try not to throw anything at a wall because of the critism (sp?). I don't take it very well yet I ask for it...

Tory:...you suck you know that? 50,000 words in a month and you can't finish this story...

Xqulth: Ah, yes. thank you for reminding me. On fictionpress, if you look up "Music of the Soul" under young adult, there should be a story by FreakofNature2013. That'd be me. I would really appreciate it if you would go there and read it and review on it.

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I flipped through a few books of music that Professer Xavier gave me for our small little band that was put together. Vaguely, I heard Elwood walk up behind me,

"Whatcha doin?" He asked curiously, I glanced up at him and smiled slightly, it was about seven in the morning and he looked cute with his hair strewn every which direction.

"Looking through the music and trying to think which is a good version of the song." I pointed to a version of Holiday by Green Day, "We played this at our basketball games and it turned out pretty well." He reached over the back of the couch and flipped the page. We sat there for about a good two hours, looking through music and talking randomly. Somehow though, I let slip that Logan was my father. He just stared at me with a look of pure shock on his face. I chewed on my lip absent mindedly but was thrown out of my thoughts by a loud crash and gunfire. Throwing the book to the floor, I took off towards the sound, Elwood followed, right on my heels. As we ran down the hall way, we saw Logan standing in front of a load of soldiers and Strykr (sp?). Said Strykr looked up at me and grinned like a sick hungary lion,

"Well if it isn't a little family reunion." Logan must have saw us out of the corner of his eye because he tensed even more than I though was possible. I glared at Stryker and walked up behind Logan and I spat at him,

"Hello, Stryker, what you lose your precious New Agent Zero?" I said, cocking my head to the side and giving him a predatory look. You could see the shudder run through him. Stryker looked from me to Logan,

"I'm assuming you haven't told dear Wolverine here." My eyes narrowed and he chuckled, "Apparently not."

Logan looked from me to Stryker, "Tell me what?" I could hear the low hiss of his claws unsheathing.

"You have a daughter, Wolverine." Stryker said almost mockingly and I tensed, ready to lunge at his throat with one of the many knives I had on me.

"Bullshit." Logan replied simply. Stryker shrugged and continued, "Of course, you wouldn't realize this considering your memory was erased. She's standing right behind you." As he turned to look at me I lunged towards Stryker. Just as I was going to pull a knife from my side, Logan caught me around my waist, haulting my lunge at him. I struggled briefly before stopping, only to have my vision cut short by an ice wall. Once I was realesed from Logan's grip, I ran towards the open door in the wall with Elwood close behind me. We got to a giant black jet and ran up the ramp. Ororo and Rogue were already there with the professor. I felt Logan's eyes boring into me like lasers, I just hung my head.

"So it's true, it's not just something to mess with my head." He asked softly, I looked up at him and nodded. He sighed and covered his face with his hands. He looked back up, "Where have you been staying all this time?"

I grined, "With Victor Creed, your half-brother, my uncle, in Canada." I looked at Elwood, "I do know some Canadians that say 'eh' a lot, if it makes you feel any better." Logan looked over at the professor,

"Did you know about this?"

He nodded, "It is why I insisted on her coming here." I sighed and settld in my seat, this would be a long plane ride to whereever.

X: I know th chapter prbly suck, do feel free to tell me however...via review of course