Wings Meet the X-Men

Chapter 1: Erasers

       Liz's POV: My name is Liz. I'm eleven, (11), and I'm a mutant. 

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        Thump! Thump! Thump.... I jumped from my bed at the sound of knocking on wood. I groaned when I heard heavy footsteps pacing around the outside porch. They found me in Pennsylvania already, and now they found me in California. And Nebraska, and Nevada. I sighed. To the escape window. Again. For the fourth time this month. I've been prepared since the first day it happened, about 6 months ago.

~flashback~

        Heavy thumps followed by a loud, splintering sound woke me. I looked up sleepily from my bed, and started down the stairs to investigate when all of a sudden, a large, hairy eraser burst through my living room door that lead to the den. I gasped, and stumbled up the stairs as fast as I could make my legs go. Racing into my room, I tried the latch on my window. Stuck. Of course. I almost screamed when an eraser charged into my room, and I made up my mind. I kicked the glass, cracking it, and kicked it again. This time it shattered, and I crawled out. The eraser was at the window, reaching its large hand out to grab me. I felt its long, sharp claws tangle in my hair and-

        I shuddered. No. I cant let that happen again. Not ever again. I smashed through the glass of the window I had in my room, surprised to see a 1965 Chevrolet El Camino parked in the meadow next to my house instead of the usual black SUV. I blinked in confusion. 

'Why aren't they smashing through the door...?' I wondered, until I saw a man with black hair, broad shoulders, brown eyes, a brown leather jacket, and sideburns. (Not the ugly, creepy sideburns, but the OK sideburn things. What do I know? I'm not a hair stylist!). I quietly slipped out the broken window, wincing as the shards of glass dug into my foot. The pieces crunched between the roof and my foot, and the man's head twitched slightly towards my direction. I froze, afraid to even breath. If this guy could hear me from a two story window, then I can call myself dead right now. Getting the rest of me out of the smallish window was pretty easy. I slowly unfurled my electric blue wings, when the wind picked up suddenly, blowing me from behind and making my stumble a little. The good news, is that I barely made a sound. The bad news, is that the man still heard me or something, and his head turned my way. He strode over to me and stared.

"Wh-who are you and what are you doing here?" I demand him, ready to fly should the need arise. He holds up his hands, a cigar in his mouth. 

"Calm down, Birdie. I just wanted to-" he started.

"I said, who are you and what are you doing here!" I yelled. He frowned. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the squealing of tires roaring down the mountain. He turned just as the black SUV I was expecting crashed into his car. Now he looked really mad. He stormed up the the car, and pounded on the glass. I saw movement in the two front seats, and when he the window rolled down he was introduced to the final couple of stages of a morphed eraser. The eraser grinned wickedly, but the man just held up both of his fists.

"Want to see something really impressive?" he growled, and out from in between his knuckles came three long, sharp-looking metal claws. I must be hallucinating.

"Stay away from him!" I snarled at the erasers, swooping down to confront him. "You fat, ugly bastards." I hardly knew this guy, but hey. I'd seen first hand what an eraser could do. Would do. Actually, I'd felt what an eraser would do, and that shiz hurts. The eraser sneered at me, and smacked the man with the door, apparently thinking that the guy would back off. The man just grabbed the top of the door, and almost ripped it off. He leaned in close to the eraser's face. Not something most humans would do.

"You better leave here now, or your in for a big surprise." The eraser gripped his head in it's hands, and was about to toss him out of the way when the claws shot out of his knuckles, and stabbed the eraser completely through its arm. Roaring, the eraser flopped its arm back and forth, widening the tear in its forearm. Finally the man let go, but a second eraser was running at him from the back, and a third was coming from his left. I flung myself at the second one, and began punching its face before it tore me off. I swung a roundhouse kick at it, catching it in the chest and successfully throwing him father from me. He came pounding back, and I swung a punch. He caught it, but just as I was about to kick his stomach or headbutt him, a sharp pain stabbed my knuckles. I gasped, and the eraser howled. It ripped its hand away from me, and held its bleeding palm. The pain toned down to a strong throbbing. Daring to look down, I see that I have bones coming out of my knuckles. Surprisingly, no blood was seen in my hand, the eraser's not included. I couldn't seem to get rid of them, so I just stabbed. Just as I stabbed the first eraser's chest, my hands felt like they were about to fall off or something, so I was forced to just be content with kicking.

        After the erasers retreated, I sat in the dirt, staring in disbelief at the bones protruding from my fist.

"My name's Logan." The man's voice surprised me. I didn't want him seeing the atrocities on my hand, so I clasped them behind my back and scrambled to my feet.

"I'm Elizabeth. You can uh, call me Liz," I answered awkwardly, still keeping my hands behind my back. 

"Uh-huh," he said casually, and suddenly reached out and grabbed my elbow, forcing me to show him my hand.

"Hey!" I protested, trying to pull my hand back, but Logan had a firm grip which me moved to my wrist. "Stop it!" I squealed, afraid that he would take me to some government lab and have test that involved needles and shiny tools. He dropped my hand, and I rubbed my wrist. "That hurt..." I mumbled. 

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Logan's POV:

After the furry creatures left, I noticed that the kid had bone-claws sticking out of her knuckles.

'Just like mine.' I thought. 

"My name's Logan." I said, and she startled. She shoved her hands behind her back, like she didn't want me to see the claws. Oops. 

"I'm Elizabeth. You can uh, call me Liz." she said, looking like this was a little weird for her.

"Uh-huh," I said, and thought about the claws again. Quickly, I reached out and snatched her elbow, forcing her to move her hand.

"Hey!" she howled, turning red in the face. I quickly released her elbow and locked her wrist in my iron grip. "Stop It!" she looked afraid, so I let her snatch her hand away. She muttered something I couldn't quite hear, so I ignored it. I looked around us.

"We should go." I said, then looked at my totaled car. Sighing, I turned to the girl. "Got a car?"