A/N: Okay, This is my attempt at mysterious story...Any romance that happens here...well I'm not sure if they're will be any yet and if you want some tell me with who and I'll see if I can work it into my story. Oh and the music I used for the Music box here is Lilium (music box version of course) from the anime Elfen Lied. Very emotional little tune and I love it...anyway...on with story!

~*~*~A Soul In Need~*~*~

The graveyard was as it always was. Cold, damp and utterly sorrowful. Hardly anyone came there anymore. Only a few people remembered that once-living people -people with family and friends and homes- had been laid to rest here. It was a place forgotten by the masses. A slight drizzle of rain soaked into the marble and granite headstones.

A mausoleum near the heavy tree line and wrought iron fence sat by itself. The heavy stone door was cracked open and a dim, flickering light could just be seen from inside.

The muscular man examined the outside of the stone building. Gargoyles snarled down at him from the corners while an angel was placed on the door in a stark contrast. The name Vance was carved into a shield that the angel held. Rain collected on the angel's upturned face before falling down her cheeks like tears.

He sniffed the air carefully. He could smell something foul, like rotting flesh. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. Suddenly the sweet tune of a music box filled the somber graveyard. The simple tune was slow and a bit sad, but it beckoned him to come closer.

Slowly he found his feet taking a few steps towards the door. He peered through the crack, to the inside of the tomb. A few candles spluttered as they tried to stay lit in the dampness caused by the rain. A mass of black cloth was in the corner. On a stone bench in the middle of the room was a wooden music box it's lid open. It looked like it was made of rosewood or something of the sort and had intricate scroll designs carved into the shiny surface. A gold plate shone in the candlelight, something was inscribed on it but he couldn't make it out from this distance.

Slowly he pushed the door open further –annoyed at the scraping sound it caused- and entered the tomb. On both walls there were squares where different people were buried. He noticed the black mass seemed to shrink slightly. So that was where the kid was. Must be terrified. "Hey, kid, I'm not gonna hurt ya." He said gruffly.

The candles sputtered slightly and he thought he caught a glimpse of yellow eyes tinged green around slit pupils from inside the recesses of the black fabric. The music box started its tune over again from where it was sitting on the bench. "Name's Logan." He said taking a few steps closer.

Logan glanced down at the music box. The metal plate on the top read only two words. 'For Sam'. He glanced over at the cloaked figure again. "Guess your name's Sam, huh, kid?"

The figure lowered its head. "What do you want?" A wispy and eerie voice asked.

Logan felt the hairs on the back of his neck jump to attention as a shiver ran down his spine. "I'm just here ta help ya, kid." He said taking a step closer before crouching down next to the teen he had been sent to retrieve.

"Why?" The cloaked teen asked, seeming to shrink in on himself more.

Logan frowned a bit. "Cause, we mutants gotta stick together."

Logan noticed the music box behind him was starting to wind down, the time between notes seemingly excessively long. Slowly the other mutant moved, not really walking or crawling, but almost gliding from what Logan could tell. The teen sat down by the bench and reached out to the music box.

A gloved hand came out and gently picked up the box, turning it over with reverence. Logan noticed the hand was thin, boney almost, as it wound the gold key on the bottom of the box. The tune returned strong and clear even over the sound of the rain. "Mutants…" The teen said, sounding thoughtful. "Is that what I am?"

Logan nodded. "We both are." He hated to say it but this kid was starting to unnerve him. The silent, spooky, cloak thing he had going on was just a bit too freaky, even for Logan. And that whisper was down right creepy.

The teen cradled the music box to his cloaked chest, apparently deep in thought. "Is that why they hate me so much?"

Logan sighed. He wasn't really good at this sort of stuff. Charles was better at getting through to the distressed, distrustful ones. "Yeah, kid, that's why I'm here. There's a place, Xavier Institute, where people like us are safe."

The mutant teen lowered his cloaked head to look at the box he was holding. "Safe…" He repeated to himself. "…I don't think I remember safe…"

"What do ya say kid? We're willing ta help ya. That's gotta be better than sitting in this graveyard listening to your music box." Logan said getting to his feet and brushing the dust off his jeans.

There were several long minutes of silence. "…alright."