Xqulth: Well this is something new…may be deleted if not enough reviews or I just give up…I have one other story going on right now…soooo…..yeah…god I hate doing this by myself…I NEED A MUSE!!!!! Oh, damn, I guess I have to put a disclaimer…damn, I'd gotten out of the habit!

Disclaimer: I do not own x-men…if I did, wolverine/logan/james/hugh jackman would never be seen again…………..buwahaha…

I ran through the forest as fast as I could, the cold Canadian air hit me full blast. No electricity, damn. I swerved, nearly hitting a tree and I could hear footsteps behind me, look who's not being careful now. Slamming on my brakes, I spun in midair, my training taking over. I pulled out to katana like swords that my uncle had given me. A deep laugh sounded around me, as I spun on my heel.

"I win kitten."

"This isn't fair!"

"Neither is life. I'd go pack, your flight leaves tomorrow."

"Uncle Victor!" I whined.

"A deal's a deal, kid." Glaring at his back the whole time we walked back I thought back on my past experiences.

I had met Victor Creed when I was 5 and the Canadian government was about to put me in a foster home. Sitting in the foyer of a law office, a man came in with another in a suit. The non suit man had kneeled in front of me and told me that he knew my father and that my father and him were brothers. He told me that he was my uncle and that if I wanted, I could come live with him. I had immediately said yes, hopping he could take me to my father. Finding out that my father had lost his memory just days after I was born was…heartbreaking to say the least. However, I learned to love my uncle. He taught me to control my mutation which surprisingly, was not being a feral. I could control technology (like Chris Bradley) and was a general telekinetic. Also I had a healing factor and slight fangs...but that was the only thing resembling a feral. My brown hair was wild and hard to tame, but my grey eyes had streaks of green that grew the more I used my powers.

I am 15 now and about a month ago I had made a deal with my Uncle. He thought that I should go to school. I brought up the fact that I'm a mutant…then he brought up Xavier's school. I had said that if he could beat me in a training game that we played then I would go. Uncle Victor had told me that my father was there, that he didn't remember me, that he went by the name Logan and/or wolverine. I had lost and my plane left tomorrow. Damn.

My army duffel bag slung on my back and my black fedora pulled low over my eyes I walked through the snow towards my plane's terminal. I had my black chuck tailors on with blue jeans and a hoodie…this should be fun.

X: okay…srry for any ooc…okay listen to this…I get back from a kickass band practice and im told im going to wear high heels and a freaking sweater that makes me look like im going to church…for a wedding…I don't do high heels…I just don't.