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

Chapter 6

~HERE'S THE STAR! TATYANA!~

My back rested against the wall as the seconds ticked by. I don't know how long it's been since they caught me but it had to have been longer then two days because I was starving. I could still feel the muscles in my hand repairing themselves. It was more painful then when I hit it against the wall in the first place. Feeling the fibers of your hand mending themselves is one of the strangest things I've ever felt in my life. It seems that the cure slowed my healing factor down to where instead of healing in seconds it took a couple days, it was just fast enough to feel every fiber grow and extend until it was fully repaired. The only other factor of mine that seemed unaffected by the cure was my enhanced scenes. Speaking of which I hear someone heading this way. I sniffed the air and could already tell it was Striker. I held back a smirk and continued on with my facade. I suppose the said facade wasn't as fake as I made it sound. I was still depressed about the fact that as soon as I found something better it was taken from me... again. Why was it that with all the power I once had I couldn't even prevent myself from loosing what I wanted and needed more then anything in the world?

Striker's disgusting sent of blood and whiskey made me want to vomit every time I got such a whiff. It was the worst thing I had ever smelt. I guess that ironic considering I use to consider this man my father. I shuttered at the thought. His footsteps and his scent grew closer and I closed my eyes as I leaned against the wall, pretending to be asleep. I knew it wouldn't work. I mean there was a camera just outside my cell but it was worth a shot.

I let my heartbeat slow down, hoping he would buy it.

"You're a worse actress then Kristen Stewart." Striker spoke as he came into range.

I looked up at him, "Yeah, I guess that's your opinion."

My voice was low and sounded almost like a growl.

"It's to bad that all you have left is your bark, Ana." Striker spoke, patronizingly.

I glared at him, "Good thing that is all I need to get out of this place."

I closed my eyes and started ignoring him. I was pretty successful at it until I heard, "You better start listening to me, you animal, otherwise I'll make that friend of yours, you know the one that can teleport, suffer and make him beg to be put out of his misery." I jumped up and lurched at him through the bars of my cell.

"If you lay one hand on his fuzzy head, I'll kill you." I growled, my teeth were barred just like a snarling canine. He started chuckling

"Now that is one thing you and your father have in common, the fleeting idea you can protect everyone you meet. I guess I'll just have to give you the same lesson I gave him." Striker countered, that smirk constant on his face, making my blood boil.

"Your disgusting!" I growled, doing everything in my strength to attempt to attack him through the bars. "Your lucky I am cured! Otherwise, I'd tear you apart!"

"Watch your words, Girl." He snarled. "You continue this up and maybe I'll add your friend with the streak in her hair to the list."

I growled in response, glaring at him. I wanted nothing more to tear through these bars and slice that monster into a thousand pieces but I did as he said and silenced myself, then I sat on the floor. "The fact you have adamantium fused to your skeleton gives your body an added defense to your bones. That broken hand of yours, wouldn't of broke unless you foolishly slam it against other metals of the same composition. That will allow us to run some tests and see if I can create an army of human super soldiers with the ability to fight mutants.

I smirked, "You have no shot of that pal, Magneto would just crush all of your little toy soldiers into a little bloody ball of metal."

He glared at me, "You're nothing more then a mere animal, you wouldn't understand even if I finished telling you everything."

I sat there silent again not wanting to push my luck anymore. I had to start figuring a way out of here, before he got to Rouge, Kurt and the others. I wasn't going to let him hurt them, ever. As he carried on I stayed silent waiting for him to leave. I decided I would listen to where ever he went. I mean he had to leave at some point. He walked away and I payed extremely close attention, plotting my course out.

~HERE'S LOGAN!~

"What do you mean Chuck?' I asked chewing on the end of my cigar I had lit. I didn't have any kids, none that I knew of anyways and it's not like I was with many people.

Charles paused a minute before responding. "Her name is Tatyana Silverfox-Howlett and she was born 16 years ago. Right before you lost all your memories."

I looked behind him to see Kurt, Summers, Rouge and the others stepping out of the X-Jet before asking, "Where's the kid's mom?"

"She died just before she was born. Tatyana actually was premature since they had to take her from the mother's body. She barely survived." Prof. Xavier answered, which threw me off. I never expected the mom to be dead. I thought she just stayed away because of the fact I was a mutant or maybe she didn't even know I was the father. "Tatyana came to the school looking for a way out of Striker's grasp and to learn more about you.'

"What's this kid's mutation?" I asked. I needed to know more before I could figure out what Striker would want with her.

"Right now, she's only human." Xavier answered. "She was hit with the cure before he took her."

I growled just thinking about what Striker has done. "She could use her father, Logan."

"Where is this bastard?" I asked and I could have sworn I heard Rouge and Kurt high five.

(A/N: SO! Short chapter and a long wait... sorry guys! I've been a bit tied up. I should be posting more often but I don't know for sure yet. Work, softball and my 5 month old niece have kept me busy. Right now I am actually writing this in the car on the way home from seeing my Grandmother and introducing her to my niece. It was great! Anywho I hope ya'll have a good rest of the day and I'll talk to ya'll again shortly . :D~Tatyana