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Chapter 1

Ari P.O.V

The plane journey had certainly been an experience. I mean, I had flown before, but never while I was ill, and never on my own either. I had said goodbye to my mam, sister, brother-in-law and six month old nice Autumn at the airport, and then been led through the airport by a rep. once I was on the plane, I sat down, did up my seat belt, and waited for the plane to take off. Not long after we had reached cruising altitude, I had passed out. When I had come round, I had an air stewardess and an off duty paramedic fussing over me.

"I'm fine!" I said to them. "This happens allot!" It was just my luck to get stuck by the only paramedic on the plane.

I think I almost gave the stewardess a heart attack when she saw the amount of pills I had to take at once. She calmed down when I told her that some of them were only extra vitamins.

For the rest of the flight I had people continually asking how I was feeling. I had to keep reassuring them that today was a good day, I'd only passed out once, and I hadn't thrown up… yet.

By the end of the flight, I was ready to run away screaming, if I'd been allowed. But no. The paramedic, John, had insisted that I let him make sure I reached my dad, safe and sound. When I did, I thanked him politely, and my dad, Frank, gave the guy his number, so he could call if he ever had any problems with his heating or plumbing, yeah, my dad is also a plumber. He'd been a plumber long before he'd been a gas fitter, and a heating engineer, and before that, he'd been a collier, that had changed when all of the coal mines had closed, however.

Then, dad had picked up my suitcase, and led me from the airport and to his van.

"How did the exams go?" he asked.

"All-right, I think, but I've probably failed biology."

Dad sighed. "Ari!"

"What? I never wanted to take the stupid subject anyway! You forced me to! I was all for trying out something new!"

"But you got an A at GCSE!"

"I only wanted to make you proud! I never liked the class, just because I got an A doesn't mean a thing! If I fail, it doesn't matter, I was going to drop it anyway, I have history, English and R.E to fall back on!" I started coughing, well, hacking was a more accurate term.

"All-right, calm down, here, drink this." dad said, handing me a bottle of mineral water.

I unscrewed the top and sipped at the water. It took five minutes until the coughing subsided, not the longest I'd ever gone for, but like I said earlier, today was a good day.

It took an hour to reach the house, and when we did, I went straight to my room, and pulled my red pj's out of my suitcase, which dad had brought in, put them on, slipped into bed, and fell asleep.

Two days later, I was outside, sitting on the front lawn, soaking in the sun, which was never this bright in Wales, when I saw it. A sleek black bike was parked across the road, in front of the opposite house. It was beautiful. I'd all-ways wanted a bike of my own, so, my curious nature kicked in and I walked over to it.

I ran my hand over the smooth paint work and the seat. The seat was real leather. I'd love to own this bike, or at least have the strength to be able to ride it, like I would have before I became ill.

"Can I help you?" A deep voice asked.

I looked up to see a very tall man, with a mane of blonde hair, and dark eyes, watching me. He was well muscled, and was quite handsome. He also had claws.

"Oh- umm- sorry- is this your bike? I was only looking."

"You know how to ride?" he asked.

"No, I was going to learn, but that was put on hold."

"Why?"

"I'm too ill."

The guy looked over my thin frame, and seemed to take in a deep breath, like he was trying to catch my scent. That was when I figured it out.

"You're a mutant, aren't you?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "You got a problem with that?" He sounded almost threatening.

I shook my head. "I don't judge people for things like that. Someone has a mutation that grants them extra abilities, that's cool with me, it's what they do with their abilities that I judge."

The guy seemed satisfied with that answer. "You know what's wrong with you kid?"

"No. Why?"

"I've seen it before."

"You know what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong, your body is just preparing itself to mutate. That's why I was wondering what you thought of mutants, wouldn't have cared otherwise."

"Is it the same for all mutants?"

"Just mutants with a healing factor. I've only ever seen two cases though. Both turned out to be feral, which is what you will be."

"Do you know the other two then?"

"I'm one of them." he grinned.

Of course he was. He had a rather animalistic appearance. I should have remembered that Feral equated to animalistic traits.

"Will I get claws too?"

"That depends."

"On?"

"Whether you're feline or canine."

"Oh. I'm Ari, by the way."

"Sabertooth. Or Saber, if you prefer."

I smiled at him.