Don't Be The Hero

Twenty Eight

Nina pov.

I returned to my regular training in the following week. I even dragged my friends down with me. I rode my new bike daily and even named it. What? I don't have to tell you. I worked on something everyday, and today was the newly discovered rowing machine I found almost two hours earlier. My muscles were burning, but I kept going. Jack was next to me on the treadmill. Sadly, we were in the middle of an argument. "I don't understand why you have to be so stubborn! What's the difference between running on a treadmill verses the ground." Jack said. Still running, on his fourth mile. "The ground won't kill you." I grunted back.
"How could a treadmill kill you?" He yelled.
"If I put my foot through it, it would hurt. I can't put my foot through the ground now can I?" I haven't been on a treadmill since before I got my metal bones.
We were silent the rest of the time.

Later, when I was using the punching bag. My phone buzzed. Apparently, there was another fire this time in Wyoming. When I was bolting off to go save lives, Jack stopped me. "Where are you going?"
"Forest fire. Wyoming."
He grabbed my wrist. "You are not going. Your going to get hurt!"
I freed myself from him and ran off, without saying goodbye.

On the jet I sat alone in the corner. To my displeasure, ice man decided to join me. I was strapped into my seat, and I didn't dare move. "What's up?" He asked. Silence. "Come on, what's going on? I've heard you and Jack yelling all morning." Still no answer. "Look, if you just tell me what's going on maybe I can help." Yeah right. I told him just to see if he could. "We are having an argument, about who knows best. He thinks I shouldn't go on this mission, but I go."
He thinks. "Why don't you listen to him?"
I sigh. "Because. I can save people. I don't need him bossing me around. I can make my own choices." He nods, just as the plane lurches to the right, and he is thrown from his seat. Look who wasn't wearing a seatbelt. Storm speaks over the com. "It's going to be a rough landing, everyone buckle up."
Bobby groans but picks himself off the ground and straps himself in the seat across from me. "A bit too late for that."
The plains dips again, but steadies itself. I've honestly never been a good flyer, but considerably better than dad. I would prefer my feet on the ground any day. The ramp is lowered, and we all get out and get to work. I drag people out, help out the fire fighters, whatever is needed of me. When I'm all out of people to save Storm sends me back in the jet to take it easy. Thankfully no major burns, but a few on my hands and arms like normal. I check my phone as I watch them heal within a few minutes. Missed calls from Jack, dad, and... Mom? I click on the one that says mom and hold the phone up to my ear. I'm greeted by my mom's sweet voice, calming and gentle.

"Hello sweetheart. I've heard about everything and I'm so proud of you. I just wanted you to know, that the visions, dreams, headaches, whatever they are, they are because of me. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner but I am a mutant too. I can see the future. Bits and pieces, not all at once. Logan wanted me to tell you, he said it would help. From what I've heard from him, is that you can see memories from the headaches. I have no idea what to think of the dreams. Maybe they're trying to tell you something, maybe they're just normal nightmares. But promise me that whatever they are, you will get through this. I love you." There was a beep and the message ended.
Holy crap. My mom can see the future. I can see... Stuff. Oh gosh. This is totally normal right? Wolverines daughter can see stuff. Obviously with my eyes, but in my head? Im a mutant, this is normal. But to have not only the claws and healing factor, but some type of psychic ability?What? I blacked out. I think it was a genuine faint. I've never fainted. I guess there's a first for everything.

Logan pov

I planned to confront him. Ask what he was doing and why. Why he was following me. And then threaten his life once again. If you still have not noticed that a certain person near the top I my kill list has showed up in Texas, then I don't know what to tell you. Striker was back. With his shined shoes, fancy sun glasses, pressed uniforms and everything.
That night, I snuck out of my bunk and out into the courtyard. I was going to break a window and strangle him but he found me first. "Hello Logan. It's been a long time."
I unsheathed my claws. "What do you want, Striker?"
He laughed in a creepy way that reminded me of Victor. "What do I want?" He lost his composure for a brief second. "I want you where you should have been years ago!" He straightened his glasses on his nose, swept his hair back into place, and looked at me with a steely glare.
"I want you by my side. And if you won't, willingly or unwillingly, you'll be six feet under."
Not gonna happen. "Why? Why do you want me?" I already knew the answer, but I was trying to buy some time.
He smiled, "I want you, Logan, because you are one of my most successful projects. It's not only you I want, don't flatter yourself."
I smile grimly. "If I'm your most successful, you aren't doing a very good job" I was ready to punch him when he said, "And I understand that your daughter Nina is quite the hero. I would like to have her on my side as well." I surged forward, preparing to knock him out cold and hopefully dead. Before I could accomplish that, I was hit in the back of he head, with a two by four, and went down face first in the dirt. Before I went totally unconscious. I heard a voice. One I've learned over the summer. "Do you want him in the truck, sir?"
"Tie him up and tape his mouth first, Kyla."