Dad and I were in a bar or boxing building, whatever you wanna call it. Two people were fighting but one of the men had been knocked out easily. The man, who had won, was leaning against the fence, talking to someone. The man who had won was my dad and the person he was talking to was me.
"Listen, don't take on anyone who you know will come back for us, got it?" I instruct to my father.
He rolled his eyes at me as another man stepped in the arena. "I know, Kid. Don't worry too much. I'll be fine."
Half the time he called me by my name, Scout or he called me Kid. It was just the way it was. We were still talking when the bell rang. Dad didn't move from his spot and soon, he was on his hands and knees when the man kicked him. My dad didn't do anything except just let the guy wail on him. I started yelling in the crowd, for my dad to get up and win.
I knew he would hear me because of his powers. He could hear my voice and my scent, even with hundreds of others all around us. He usually always zoned out so he could only hear me. That lets him know that everything is ok, as long as he can hear me.
Dad got up, pissed as all hell. He stood up, towering over the man. He knocked out the guy in only two punches. He kept cranking his neck as though it hurt. But that was a lie. My dad is never hurt because of his healing powers.
He came back over to me and lit a cigar. He crouched down so he could see my face. My dad gave me a smirk and chuckled. "Did you really think that someone was gonna beat me?"
Once everything had calmed down, he took me to a bar. He had a beer and a cigar while he ordered me some food. He seems to always look after me before himself.
We were having a silent moment with each other, relaxing, listening to the news on the radio. That was soon ruined by the man who had lost. He came up to us as dad turned to face him. "You owe me some money. No man takes a beating like that without a mark to show for it." Dad kept ignoring him, silently telling me to finish my food before we got kicked out. But the guy wouldn't let it go. "I know what you are."
Dad turned back around, with his back to the guy. "You lost your money. You keep this up, you'll lose something else."
The guy went to turn around but then quickly pulled out a knife. Before anyone could react, my dad had the guy pinned against the pillar with his three claws ready to slit his throat. I put a force field between them but I hear the sound of cocking a gun. We all stopped and I slowly turned around only to find the bartender had a gun to me and a knife to my dad.
I looked at my dad for help. All he did was split the gun in two and glared at the bartender. "It's not very polite to point guns at kids. Especially young girls."
He still had the knife to my dad and gestured for us to leave. "Get outta my bar, freak! And take that worthless kid with ya!"
My dad roughly grabbed my arm, dragged me out of the place and practically shoved my in the truck. I know he didn't mean it and he was pissed off but it still kinda hurt. We sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking back on what had happened.
I couldn't stop thinking what the bartender had said. 'Take that worthless kid with ya!' Those words echoed in my mind as I played with my necklace. I felt a sting in my eyes from the tears. But all I did was hold them back. I turned my head away from my father so he wouldn't see my face.
I heard him sigh as he took a hold of my hand. "Scout?" I didn't answer. "Kid, look at me." I turn my head but only just. I could see him out of the corner of my eye and that was good enough. "Listen, don't you dare believe what that bastard said, alright? You know that's not true. You've got that necklace and me to prove that, okay?"
I nod my head and we drive a few more miles, out into the country, without another word. He opens the little cabinet next to him and pulls out a bag of jerky. I look at him questioningly as he tosses it on my lap. "You didn't get to finish your dinner. Thought you might still be a bit hungry."
"What about you? Aren't you a little hungry?
Before I can get an answer, a random tree falls in the middle of the road, almost on top of us. I was wearing my seatbelt but my dad wasn't. He went right through the windshield as my head banged on the desktop. I quickly look outside and see my dad, lying in the snow, unconscious. That changes when he gets up and I see his head start to heal.
I smelt smoke and when I turned around; I saw pat of the back of the truck on fire. I tried to get out but I found my legs were crushed and I couldn't move them from under the metal. I started calling out to my dad and I saw him trying to get to me as fast as he could.
He stops suddenly and I see him get his claws out. I turn to see the trunk of the tree and it was almost ripped to shreds. My eyes widen and knew there was someone did this on purpose. I knew I was right when a man came running out of the trees and attacked my dad. They both started fighting and all the while, I was trying to figure out a way to get out.
My dad landed on the hood of the car, in front of me, unconscious again. I looked back and saw the back of the truck, looking like it was ready to blow up. I started to yell from the pain and the fear. I stopped when the wind picked up and saw two people standing behind the guy who looked like a lion.
One was a girl with white hair whose eyes were glowing white and one was a guy who had red glasses over his eyes. The guy shot red lasers out of his eyes, at the cat man. I saw the fire getting higher and higher towards the roof. I almost started crying but then the door opened. I quickly turned and saw the man and the girl. The guy saw I was stuck and shot lasers at the metal until it broke. The girl helped me out of the truck and we started to run away. The guy grabbed my dad and as we made our way up a hill, the truck exploded. We all fell into the snow and that was when my whole world went black.
I woke up a few hours later and saw I was in a room. A strange room with different lights and weird decorating. I slowly got up and walked out of the room. I kept getting lost in all the different hallways and soon I just gave up. I thought I've been lost for about an hour or so, so I just sunk down and leaned against the wall.
I heard people approaching and when I looked up, I saw the man and woman who had saved us. They look at me, then the woman came up to me and kneeled in front of my face. "Are you ok? My name is Ororo Monroe but everyone calls me Storm. What's your name?"
"My name's Scout." I reply, quietly and timidly.
"My name's Scott Summers. I'm known as Cyclops." The man introduced. My eyes widen as I realize I met him before. He was the boy at the institute. He was the boy that helped me through almost everything I had to endure. I knew he probably wouldn't remember me so I keep quiet.
I nod my head as a hello. Storm asks me, "Are you lost? Are you looking for someone?"
I nod my head as I whisper, "My dad."
"Come with us. We're just about to go see him." Scott suggests.
They help me up as I follow them. We go down many different hallways until we're met with a big wooden door that they open. I hear a man introduce Storm and Scott but once I enter the room, I see my dad. I run to him and he picks me up in his arms. He holds me tightly as he asks if I'm ok. I nod my head and pull away when I sense another person coming in the room.
Another woman walked in. The man in the wheelchair said, "This is Jean Grey. You're both in my school for the gifted. For mutants. You'll be safe here from Magneto."
"What's a magneto?" my dad asks, not thinking it could be a who.
"A very powerful mutant, who believes a war, is brewing between mutants and the rest of humanity. I've been following his activities for some time. The man who attacked you is an associate of his, called Sabertooth."
"Sabertooth?" my dad asks, once again but this time, mockingly. "Storm?" he gestures toward her, thinking of the weird names. He turns to the man in the wheelchair and says, "What do they call you? Wheels?" he starts to laugh, gesturing me to follow him out. I don't but he doesn't take any notice. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard of." He turns around and runs into Scott. "Cyclops, right?" Dad roughly grabs the front of his jacket and whispers "Wanna get out of my way?"
Before it can be taken further, the professor, I'm guessing, interjects. "Logan? It's been almost 15 years, hasn't it? Living from day to day, moving from place to place, knowing you are never safe as well as your daughter. She gave you back your memories about everything that had happened, didn't she?"
"Shut up!" dad hissed. He and I both knew that I was well over 15, more like around my 20's now but I still looked like I was 14 years old. That's how I'm going to act. I got the aging thing from my dad because we know he is at least 200 years old but he doesn't looked any older than his late 30's or early 40's.
"It could give your daughter a chance to actually have a life. You as well. You must be tired to traveling all over the place, I know Scout is." My dad turns to me, wondering if it was true. I stay silent as I make my way behind Storm and Scott.
My dad turns sharply to the professor and demands, "How the hell do you know what my daughter wants?"
"You're not the only ones with gifts." Was his answer.
My dad let me stay here but only few a week to see how I like it here. I was in a class with other students while Storm was teaching. This one boy made a fire with his hands behind his back. I was fascinated but that was shortly lived because the boy next to me froze the little ball of fire so it turned to ice and it shattered.
Storm accused the boy who made fire, John who I now know as Pyro. The boy next to me leaned over and whispered, "I'm Bobby. What's your name?"
"Scout."
He moves his hand over my desk and lays it there for a second then after a gold glow appeared, he removes it. When I see what he did, I saw an ice rose. My eyes go wide along with a smile on my face. I look over at Bobby and he had this cute little look on his face. "Welcome to Mutant High."
Over the week, I grew close to Pyro and Bobby. I also grew close to Scott and Storm. Storm was almost like a mother figure for me and Scott was always checking in on me, treating me like an older brother would. I was always interested about the things they told me about us mutants.
When the week was over, my dad knocked on the door. I allowed him to come in and I sat on my bed. He sat down next to me and threw an arm around my shoulders. "So, how do you like it here?"
"I really like it. I feel like, like I'm making a life here. I've already have some friends and I'm really interested in what everybody teaches me. I want to stay." I say the last part quietly, not knowing what his response would be.
He sighed, nodding his head. "Alright, we'll stay. But once in while I might have to leave to take care of some business…"
"I know. The professor already told me about you being part of the X-Men and going on missions." I cut him off.
I tell him I understand and he smiles at me. He goes up to leave and pauses at the door. He turns around and tells me, "You better be right about this. If anything goes wrong while staying here, I'm blaming you."