Ultimate fanfiction chronicles BOOK 3

CHAPTER 3

His blue complexion took over his disguise of a simple ordinary boy. I cocked my head in a curious manner, a frown developing on my face, my expression was the same as a confused puppy. I get that kind of look a lot. Kitten tapped Kurt's shoulder "Um, Kurt, your watch again." She pointed out whilst tapping on her wrist like she had a watch of her own. "Oh boy, not again! Stupid watch." He mumbled while jumping off the couch, banging hopelessly on the malfunctioning watch that was helping him stay in human form. "Wait...you have a tail too?" I asked pointing at the blue arrow-headed tail that sprouted out of his...well, you get the picture. "What do you mean...too?" Pyro asked. I realised I had blown my cover. I smiled, starting to shake my head like my hair was wet and eventually turning into my wolf form, continuing to shake my whole body and fur. "Wow." Kurt exclaimed still amazed with my mutation. I wagged my tail and gave what might have looked like a smile. Just...toothier. "So the bitch has come out of her cave?" I turned around to see Logan in the doorway. Arms crossed, leaning against the wall and...surprise, surprise, smoking a cigar. My eyes must've turned red because Kurt backed away from me slightly and teleported back next to Kitten. "Fuck off, sergeant Shit-face." I snarled at him as I turned back into my regular form.

He gave a gruff chuckle at my new nickname for him and took his cigar out of his mouth, briefly blowing out a cloud of smoke making the others cough. I just held his gaze though, I didn't want to show any sort of sign of weakness to this guy. "What do you want?" I asked him, giving up on his lingering presence. I crossed my arms over my chest as I waited for an answer. "Xavier wanted me to tell you, training starts tomorrow, that means you have to be in the danger room, 6 o'clock sharp. Got it?" he asked me, holding his cigar between his thumb and forefinger. "Fine..." I snapped at him. "Good." He agreed in a rough tone. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge door, when he came back into my view he had an open beer can in hand. I could smell the alcohol from where I was sitting and it made me want to put his cigar out on his forehead. I would've done too, if I didn't remember he has instant healing too. Once he retreated up the stairs and clearly out of earshot, Rogue asked me "How are you not afraid of him?" I looked at her as if to say 'you must be joking?' but she held a sincere stare. "Him? He's just a giant ass hole." I said loud enough for him to hear, not like he couldn't hear the whole conversation anyway with his heightened senses. Like mine, ugh, I hate being so similar to him. "Yeah, one that could kick your face in!" Pyro pointed out, still playing with his lighter. "Well...he doesn't scare me." I said simply, criss-crossing my legs. Minnesota had scored a goal and everyone was still looking at me like I was a new pet that they were all too scared to approach. I sighed "I need a beer." I heard them all stiffen at that word. I padded into the kitchen and opened the fridge, I searched it until I came across a six pack of the item I was looking for. But I found a note on it ~ 'Private Property of Logan/Wolverine, do not touch, unless you want to lose a finger'

"BULLSHIT!" I swore out loud, that son of a bitch thinks he can hog all the beer to himself?! I heard Kurt flinch at my sudden, loud cursing. I ripped the note off of the six pack, scrunched it up and threw it at the back of the fridge. I took out two of the cans, I pulled the ring pull on one of them and chugged it down. I crushed it in my hand and threw it in the bin, opening the second one whilst slamming the fridge door shut. I drank it slowly while walking into the rec room. "Logan is going to kill you..." Bobby warned, spotting the can in my hand. "Like I give one" I chuckled whilst taking another sip from the ice cold can and jumping onto the couch. I finished the beer and threw it from the couch to the bin in the kitchen. "Nice shot!" Kurt complimented, his American lingo mingling with his German accent. "Thanks Kurt...listen, guys...It's been nice hanging out with you but I'm gonna go hit the hay." I started to get up and off the couch. "Oh...Don't go! The game has only just started!" Kurt hunted for an excuse for me not to leave. But, to be honest, I had no idea how hockey works and I didn't want to watch the whole game just to find out if Minnesota or Canada win. "Sorry, I'm bushed." I spit balled, yawning for good measure. "Okay then, we'll tell you who won in the morning!" Kurt turned back to the game. He was such an excited little kid, yet so grown up is well. "Well, night all." I gave them all a wave as I exited the room. Various 'Nights' and a 'G'night' from Rogue and her southern accent where sang at me as I travelled up the stairs and back to my room.