A Fallen Wolf (Wolverine's Daughter)

CHAPTER 2/ Bea's Point Of View

I was too lazy to change out of uniform so I just threw random clothes and stuff in my suitcase with my photo album, my tool kit,  gear, weapons, and everything else I thought I would need. I looked at my face and I gasped. I see the result of not sleeping in days and my hair was so greasy and had motor oil in it so I didn't look good at all. I took a quick shower and put my uniform back on. I dried my hair with my powers then braided it and put my Army hat on. I then took some concealer and covered underneath my eyes and walked out. There was no point of trying to cover up my scars it doesn't work anyway. I make sure to strap my 2 guns and shield ID and badge to my belt. I often wear clothes that cover my whole body, because of all of the burns, bruises, and scars on me. You probably are wondering what happened. It's a long ass story but obviously I am a mutant because my dad is the Wolverine. Which lead to me never having a picture perfect life. My mom Eleanor Dart was the most amazing person I have ever met. My dad and her were in a committed relationship and all. Well one day he said he had to go because someone was after him and if he didn't leave she would get hurt. After he left my mother  was heartbroken and a week later she found out she was pregnant. She was disowned by her family because they said they wouldn't have a whore in there house and that she was no daughter of there's. She was homeless for a few weeks and eventually bought a house. It was a small cabin in the woods but it was what she could do. She was an amazing mother. The best I could ask for. As a child and still to this day I have night terrors. As a child I couldn't control my powers at all. So one night I had such a bad night terror which resulted in me burning down the house. I tried my best to heal my mother but it was no use. I was the cause of her death. So at age 9 I ran away trying to survive. I was content for a little while. Well as content as I could be after losing my mother. I lived in an abandoned tree house I found. I have always been pretty good at fixing things but it was hard living there in the cold winter of Canada. I had managed to do favors for Mr. Popper, the general store owner. He would give me a little money so I could eat and maintain. It was a sub-par life till one day when I was cleaning up the store and these men strolled up. I tried to tell them the store was closed. Little did I know it was Stryker and his men coming to capture me. I was kept at one of his facilities for years being tortured , experimented on, and treated like an animal. They managed to figure out how to give me more mutations. I technically can't die unless they inject these serum in me and then they can really injure me or possibly kill me. That is what fury can use against if my powers get out of control. Eventually I was released from the facility when mutants came to take down Stryker. That was the first time I saw my father. However, I did not see him since that day until years later. I lived on the road trying to live as much of ordinary life as I could have being a teenager with uncontrollable powers and terrible scars all over my body. I tried to become very educated in most sciences and mechanics to try and find a solution for my problem. It wasn't until I was staying with a nice family who let me in and someone came to rob the house and it resulted in my powers causing me to burn the whole place down with a burst of energy killing everyone inside. Leading to the authorities coming but that's when Professor X and the Xmen came to take me before more damage could be done. Professor ran tests trying to see what we could do about controlling my powers. While doing that we came to the realization that Logan was my father. We didn't get along at first. We're both hard asses with a long hard story behind us. But slowly we warmed to each other and became closer than I had hoped. However fury came after me after the incident and was going to lock me up and wanted to terminate me however he thought my power was too rare to go to waste so I became an agent for shield and earned high rank and his trust to a degree. It's fury he doesn't even trust himself. Yet I gave up being an agent to go into service. Hoping it would help me have a sense of purpose and cope with the lives I have taken from Stryker using me as a weapon and the other lives I took on accident along the way. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for what happened to my mother. But I'm immortal practically so live on I must.