The Daughter of the Wolverine (An X-Men Fan-Fic)

Prologue

~A year before going to the school~

I walked down the street of a small town in Minnesota. I traveled all over the states. I was only 15 but I was being hunted by everyone and I didn't even know why. Maybe it was because I was a mutant... Or maybe it was because I had gotten into some situations that I would prefer not to go into detail of...

Who know's all I know is that I have to get out of this mess I'm in or I might not be walking away from this one, instead I might be trapped in a tube asleep for the rest of my life...

I bet you are wondering what situation I'm in, huh? Well, let me put it like this... roughly 100 MRD units vs. Me. Tatyana Howlett. With my adamantium claws drawn and all their guns pointing at me. Oh, and not only were they loaded, but they loaded them with the cure. Now I bet you're asking why I don't want to be cured? Or given the chance of a normal life?

Well, I can't answer that with a straight answer all I can say is, sometimes being a mutant has helped me. Anyway time to get back to the action.

As I said I was surrounded by Marties with a strange feeling, I wouldn't get out of here alive when Striker walked up to me. "Hello weapon 13," He said calmly.

"Striker." I growled.

He chuckled lightly. "Still a rebellious teenager." We hadn't seen each other in 3 years. He was the only father I knew until he started making me kill mutants and innocent humans. Then I ran away. He sent Victor after me. I escaped, but barely. I remember Victor calling me his niece, but I ignored it, once in a while though, it bugs me.

"What do you want Striker!?" I demanded. My two claws extending to their two feet maximum extension length.

"You dear, Tatyana." A smirk curled his lips. I resisted the urge to gag.

"Well, I am going to decline whatever stupid offer you have for me. I've suffered enough at your hands." I was mainly an experiment... an experiment gone wrong. When I was 5 they infused my bones with adamantium. As soon as I turned 6 they sent me on missions. I finally ran away at 12.

"You act as if you have a choice." Striker countered. "I own you."

I smirked. "One, I DO have a choice and two, NO ONE owns me." Emphasising my point with keywords.

Striker just glared at me. "Take her down." He said stepping back into the crowd of soldiers. Suddenly they all started firing at me. I jumped and landed on top of one of the guys in the middle of the group in front of me. All the while slicing some of their guns in half. I landed on the guy making him fall. Then I leaped again, flipping in midair and landed behind them all. I turned around and bowed.

"It was nice to see you again, Striker. I wish I could stay, but I got to catch a ride." I smirked and jumped on top of one of their vehicles. I sliced a hole in it and fell inside. Two men were inside. I sliced thier guns in half, retracted my claws then tossed them through the hole.

I started the truck and took off towards the train tracks. I saw the train approaching and I watched through the rear window the other vehicles and soldiers took off towards me. I veered to the left. Going towards the end of the train. I extended my claw to full length and used it to push the gas as I opened the passenger side door. Just as the very end of the train passed I leaped and caught the ladder.

Just as the trained passed everyone, I smirked and waved goodbye to Striker. He just glared at me and started yelling at his soldiers. The train rounded a corner; I noticed that Striker nor the soldier were coming after me so I cut a triangle in the side of the cargo cart and kicked it out. Then I climbed in. Placing the triangle back in place. Luckily it stayed.

I took my leather coat off, laid on the ground and covered up with it. Time to catch some Z's.