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Phantom's Ange: Yeah, I don't really like that chapter but I hadn't figured out how to explain her powers yet.
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Chapter Four: Two of a Kind?
"First; what the hell's a little girl doing signing up for cage fights?" Logan said folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.
"I am not a little girl," Faith's blue eyes glared into his brown ones. "Also I won the fight. So why shouldn't I?"
Logan glared at her; how dare she mention she'd beat him. But he recovered and asked his next question. "You're a mutant-"
"No, shit." Faith said rolling her eyes. "Oh wait let me guess you want to know what was up with my power?" She smirked as he was once again glaring at her.
'Does she know who she's talking to!' Logan hated being interrupted... and he really hated that she knew what he was thinking.
"Well... where do I begin... " Faith frowned and thought for a moment; her power was confusing even to her; as it manifested its self in many different ways. "...You see I only have one power... but it lets me use it in different ways... I don't know everything about it myself, cause...I only remember the last 8 years."
Logan's head snapped up at this. "What?"
"You heard me, I don't remember anything before 8 years ago." Faith shrugged. "I woke up on a dirt road; no memories, of anything."
Logan's interest was now peaked. "You gotta have some memory; you know your name."
"Oh that... well I'm not sure it is my name... but when I woke up I found these on the ground near me" Faith pulled out her tags from under her shirt. "... so I took them." She gazed down at them. "Hell, they might not even be mine; but they're the only clue I've got."
Logan's eyes had widened to the size of... well, dinner plates, would be pretty accurate; she had tags... tags just like his... no past... what the hell was this girl; his female twin... No, he could tell she wasn't like him, for the most part... but those two things were...well creepily similar.
Faith shot Logan a strange look. "Did you die or something?"
His mind finally returned and he stared at her. "I can't die." He said with a shrug.
"Oh... you're power is healing; I can heal... it takes a lot of energy, depending on the injury; Do you have to heal yourself or does it just work on it's own?" Logan frowned wasn't he supposed to ask her questions.
"I just heal."
"O.k. well with me, I have to really focus... my power is all about focus." Faith sighed. "I can do lots of things with it, but I need a ton of rest after, and they're all really weak."
"Unlike most mutants who have one simple power." Logan stated.
"Yeah, like your healing." Faith nodded absently.
"What exactly can you do?"
"Well you saw some; I'm kinda... like a ghost... I can phase threw things, almost disappear; transport myself really short distances...but those take a lot of energy, and when I run out I'm knocked out."
"By that black... thing...?"
"Yeah, you see everyone has two types of energy; good and bad... well my power is using my good energy in different ways; when I run out... well..." Her voice trailed off, she knew he understood. "Also; you saw me do this; I can disconnect parts of my body;"
Logan nodded remembering her hands floating freely.
"Well, that's really what my main ability is, I can do that and still be fine... I can do it with other people two... but that's harder. Also It's only a certain distance. And I have to be able to see what I'm controlling."
Logan shrugged. "Whatever."
"Alright now your turn." Faith said folding her arms and leaning against the head board.
"Not gonna happen."
"I told you about me; your turn. Or do I have to beat you again." Faith smirked at him; and he glared back.
"There's no way you'd beat me again."
"In a fight where we could use powers I would." She said giving him a confidant smile.
Logan raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't be so sure darlin'" He smirked and brought his hand up. Snickt!
Faith's eye as he held up his three metal claws.
"Still so sure you could win?"
"..." Faith was quiet for a moment. "Don't they hurt....?" She said frowning.
Logan was shocked by her question, and was quiet for a moment. He looked down at the metal blades protruding from his knuckles. "Every time."
"Well whoever did that to you was a horrible person." Faith said angrily. She wasn't really sure why this got to her, but something about those claws.......she didn't know what it was.
Logan shrugged. "I wouldn't know." Faith's eyes shot back up to meet his.
"Why not...?"
Logan sighed. "We've got some things in common, for one, I only remember the last 13 years, and the only clue I have is-" he pulled out the dog tags.
