SHAINNE POINT OF VIEW

My life has sucked from the beginning. And when I think it's getting better, I'm wrong. I hate that…

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VEIW

Logan was about to hit the hay when there was a knock on the door. No, it was more of a banging. He rolled his eyes and looked to see if Storm was going to get it. No such luck. Sighing he walked over to the door, when there was another banging.

"Alright, I'm coming!" he exclaimed. "Mutants these days."

Getting to the big oak door, he pulled it open and found a sixteen year old girl standing outside. She had his hair and eye color and skin tone and looked like she was about to scream.

"Let me in," she said. "Please let me in."

"Now wait a second-" he said.

"Oh god-damn-it MOVE!" And with that she shoved him aside with considerable force. Logan almost toppled over as she ran in.

"Hey kid, what the hell is going on?" he called out as she backed into the house, her eyes always on the door.

And then, she suddenly looked at him and said, "Run."

"What-?" he would have continued on but she screamed. Logan jumped up and extracted his claws. The girl looked at him like he was an angel.

"You-you can…?" she stuttered.

"Move it kid!" he said ignoring her and pushing her out of the way to see what it was she was staring at.

And that's when he got punched.

SHAINNE POINT OF VEIW

Ok. So the guy with MY claws wasn't helping.

At all.

Sabretooth just got all up in there and punched the living crap out of him. I mean, I could do better than that. I really could. But I wasn't ready to prove it when he came running at me.

"Hello there girlie," he said.

"Oh fuck off!" I screamed, letting my claws out. No one was here but him. He did a double take in surprise. And looked at the man on the floor.

"So, old Wolf-face has been busy, eh?" he said in a knowing way.

Which just pissed me off even more than he already had. I was about to hit him when he moved away from me and to the guy he had just made pass out.

"Mind as well get even now," I heard him murmur.

Hold up. That guy, dude, WHATEVER, had been trying to save me. And now Mr. Furry Face was going to hurt him. I saw him raise a sharp nailed hand. The nails actually extracted. I shivered.

No, he was going to kill him.

And now that I had seen that that guy was like me, I couldn't let that happen.

Crap.

"Hey dog face!" I called. He looked up, like he had taken offense to that. "I'm sorry, that's right. You're a pussy cat." I stopped and pretended to think. "Or maybe, you're just a pussy." I smiled.

And his face turned red.

Uh oh.

I didn't mean to make that much of an impression.

But Sabretooth came charging at me anyways. And hit me. Twice. I heard several bones crack and winced. When you've been hit as many times as I have, you learn to wince and not to scream. It's a talent after a while.

But I went down, and it would take a couple of minutes for me to get all situated. And now, there was no one to protect what's-his-face.

But when I managed to look over, he was already gone and sneaking up on a confused looking Flea Bag. And then he attacked. If I thought Saber was good, I should have seen this guy first. He was an animal. And I think that was why he was here at this Xavier's School For The Gifted. I know that was part of why I was here.

No sooner had it started. It was over. Sabretooth had run away at the prospect of fighting my Hero and now, the man himself was standing over me. Wondering if I was dead or not.

"He gone?" I asked innocently.

The guy laughed and the animal in him was gone. "Yeah, he's gone. Come on." He helped me up.

"Thanks. I'm Shainne. What do I call you?" I asked.

He smiled. "People around here call me Wolverine when they're mad, which is most of the time. But you can call me Logan."