Wolverine : the apprentice

The training and the Team

We all gathered around about ten long picnic tables to eat in the garden. It was a really nice clear night with a beautiful sunset. I sat next to Baylor and a kid that they called Quicksilver. I liked him a lot. I also really liked Rogue who was sitting across from me. They all had a good sense of humor and really welcomed me in. Towards the end, professor X called me to a table that was longer and was obliviously for the adults. I nervously walked over and stood next to him.

"May I have your attention please?" Professor X asked. "Today, we have welcomed a new student as well as a new member of the family." I got a lot of smiles from the kids and the adults. Logan especially gave me a big smile and got the rest of the group applauding. "Go ahead and introduce yourself." He said. I cleared my throat quietly.

"Hey everyone. My name is Harmony Rose Levesque. I'm thirteen tomorrow." I looked at professor X for some guidance as to what to say next.

"What's your mutation Harmony?" My face got a little red. "It's quite alright. We're all friends here."

"Umm..well, okay." I looked at everyone and then held up my hands. Two hundred anxious eyes were on me. I gulped and then tensed up my arms. Six metal rods shot from my knuckles. The crowd gasped a little. I put my left arm out in front of me and in the quickest movement I could, I cut through my skin. In five seconds it was back to normal. The audience started clapping. I gave a small smile; my arm was still stinging a bit. My claws retracted and I looked at professor X. However, all eyes were on Logan. Rogue spoke up.

"Are y'all related?"

"I don't think so. I don't really know my biological family. Just my step dad. But I don't like him much." Some people were laughing and I couldn't help but smile. Being happy felt good.

"Don't ask me." Said Logan. "Don't remember."

"I don't remember anything before I was six." I volunteered. They all took a few minutes to ponder over that while I went back to my seat.

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After dinner just as I was about to go, Logan walked up to me.

"Pretty night."

"Yessir."

"Seriously. What is the deal with people calling me yessir?"

"Would you rather me call you yes ma'am?" I laughed.

"Good point." He laughed. "We need to start your training tomorrow." I perked up.

"When?"

"How does eight after breakfast sound?"

"Sounds good."

"Don't wear anything you care about messing up." I looked down at my outfit.

"I seriously doubt that that is going to be a problem." He chuckled.

"Get some rest. Come ready. Don't be late." I nodded and started to walk away.

"Yes MA'AM!" I laughed so hard that my ribs hurt running back to my room. Once I was confident that he wasn't chasing me, I walked the rest of the way.

I pulled at the door knob to let myself in.

The first thing I did was put on some pajamas. Then, after brushing my teeth, I plopped down on my bed face first. Just out of weariness I stayed on my face for a few minutes.

When I finally flipped myself over so that I could get under the blankets, I saw something that I hadn't noticed before. I had a pile of supplies on my bedside table. I picked them up one by one and examined them. One composition notebook that was labeled Training. Two pencils. One thicker sketchpad that I recognized as mine from my house. I smile as I flipped through the drawings of happiness, sadness, frustration, determination, and confusion. They all described me so well, yet I couldn't ever seem to find who I really was. I was always hiding and books seemed to be the only thing to confide in. My step dad didn't care or have the time. My mom was dead and I didn't know my biological dad. He might as well have been dead for all I knew.