I DON'T OWN ANYTHING... EXPECT THE LAPTOP, I OWN THAT.

The bar he ends up in is in the middle of god forsaken nowhere, in a town completely surrounded by trees. It's the kind of an out of the way place that no one goes looking for, yet where all the shady business goes down; in other words, his kind of place. He knows he's always welcome at Charles's place, he knows he has a home there but Charles also understands him enough to let him run to god-knows-where (Charles knows where) for a couple months if it means he doesn't 'accidentally' kill Scott or anyone important.

The place smelt strongly of beer and piss, which surprised him because the person behind the counter is a dainty little chick with green tinted black hair. She wore a faded bandana around her hair and didn't look like someone who would be working in this type of bar.

He pulls out a twenty and makes his way to the slightly caged off area of the bar. He always enjoys a good fight.

But, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He thinks of the students that gather around Charles, the faces that make you think that they were normal, healthy, stable people. Though he can't help but to think that this pale, young woman should be a teacher, or nurse, or a job that helps people rather than inhibit them.

He dodges the blow even if he knows he doesn't have to. He glances at the guy critically trying to decide how much he should hold back from his punch. The guy was thin and was mostly going cause his friends were hooting and hollering. The guy goes down fast to the disgust of his buddies.

The bartender is all sunshine and smiles, not even looking at the guys that are starting to poor beer on the unlucky bastard that went against him. Her focus is on three little kids that had just walked through the door. The tallest is glaring around the room, it might have looked intimating if the kid wasn't ass-short, with fluffy black hair and freckles that made him look even younger then he probably was. The second boy was blond with wire curly blond hair and a mean looking scar covering the left side of his face and making his would be blue eye cloudy, he almost pitied the kid. On the blond's back was another boy who, beside the drooling, looked dead to the world. Curly black hair poked out from under a large straw-hat as he continued to snore, curling up as much as he could as the older boy carried him.

He's not sure what surprises him more. The bartender chick that looks unfazed by the brats in the bar or the fact the boys walked in and sat down like they owned the place. As the bartender served them drinks-juice-,he assumed, he wondered if bartender chick was a bartender because she had stupidly short little ones of her own.

Freckles has seemed to find him the most threatening, so while the blonde attempts to coax the smallest awake, he sits and glares. He turns his back to the three short-asses and waits for bartender chick to come over. He doesn't care if it's shitty beer; he'll drink it. For a short time the bar is pretty quiet, bartender chick has given him some weird ass beer that he just knew had, like, point one percent of alcohol in it. It's then that his previous opponent's friends decided to cause trouble.

One friend stood out, mostly because he stood in front and the other men just fell behind him. They looked like they were about to watch their favorite television show. The 'leader' had shoulder-length, stringy, black hair, a scar on his forehead and looked utterly plastered.

"Since Eddy here lost, he's gonna buy us all some beer."

The bartender's smile is strained as she softly speaks to the loud men.

"We just gave our last beer away, we'll get a new stock on Saturday."

Scar head makes a disgruntled face and the air fills with tension.

"What did you say bitch?" He barked out.

Freckles doesn't like that and in a second is standing on the bar between the bartender and the jackass.

"What did you call Makino?" the little boy hissed between his teeth, as the blonde quickly scrambled to join him on the counter. The youngest awoke and stared vacantly at the scene.

The jackass smirked and reached over the bar and grabbed an amber liquid.

"Snot nosed brats should stay out of adult conversations." Turning his attention back towards the bartender, he daftly uncorked the bottle. "For our inconvenience, you'll be giving us this…" his eyes locked on the kids "Bitch."

Freckles lit up. Fire danced across his shoulders in seconds and wrapped around his arms in a way Logan had never seen, not even Pyro had that much control of his flames. Now he understood why the boys were in the bar, this boy, if not all three, were mutants. They were probably didn't have any place to do. Bartender either took them in because she felt guilty or she was working her cause she had no choice, she had mouths to feed and take care of and work is work. He glanced at the bartender, who, instead of looking surprised that one of the boys was on fire, just seemed worried about the bar guest. Mutant supporter, definitely.

The blonde stepped closer, moving to stand slightly behind the fire boy while the youngest climbed up to join the others, standing by Bar-Makino.

"FREAKS!" The jackass voice rose, turning almost squeaky in his surprise. Eddy and his friends had backed up looking surprised and disgusted all at once. The other bar inhabitants flinched, some ran right out the door, while others reached for their weapons.

"Mutants?" Someone in the bar whispered.

"Don't you dare call Makino a Bitch! You- You Fucking Ass wiping goat shit!"

Then there was an explosion. Someone had fired a gun.

These are one of those fics where i sat for a while and said "You had all the chances in the world" so i deiced to try it. The continuation of this fic completely depends on how many people like/follow this story...

I got a beta who agreed to revise this chapter. Tell me what you think or if you notice a difference enough to make a significant change. Thsnk you. July 26, 2015.