You slide into the worn out booth; you're cold, tired, scared, and confused. What had started as a normal day had quickly spiraled into a chaotic mess of the unexpected and terrifying events that had led you to run away.
You look up from the table to see a tired looking waitress tapping her pen on a small pad of paper, "What can I get you?"
"C-coffee," you stammer, hoping you had enough money for that.
She walks away not even bothering to write it down; it wasn't busy at all in the little fifties style diner. Only one other customer was there, a big burly looking guy. Big torso, big arms, dark messy hair, and a berserker kind of aura; you couldn't see his face but his very presence is alarming, even the waitress picks up the pace as she walks past him.
You stare back down at the table and grab one of the free packs of crackers and begin munching; a short while later the waitress returns with a mug of coffee and sets it down in front of you. You murmur a thank you as she walks away.
You don't even bother to use cream or sugar; you just take large grateful sips of the hot liquid, desperate for the energy it will give you.
When you set the mug down you see the waitress staring at you. You blush and give her a small wave before setting the half empty mug near the edge of the table. She quickly comes over to refill it and you thank her again.
Once she's gone and your certain no one is staring you place both your hands on the table and take a deep breath. You reach into your mind and try to remember how you'd done it earlier; how you'd summoned the shadows. You were pretty sure you knew why it had happened...
You should have known better… You're parents had always told you that it was a bad part of town. You had been minding your own business walking down the street with a soda in one hand and your cell phone in the other. You had just texted your mom that you'd be home soon; that's when they showed up. It was a local gang; they'd made the paper that morning, you never bothered to learn their name. You ran dropping your soda; they chased you, you weren't sure why and you weren't stopping to ask. You ran because you were sure your life depended on it, but you didn't know the area and you ran into a dead end alley. You were backed up against a wall and they were still coming.
"Now we got you," one of them had said.
"Rich girl sure is a long way from home," another one muttered.
Rich girl? You were confused, sure you and your family were well off, but hardly rich.
A tall brunette boy pulled a switchblade and you were sure you were about to die.
You raised your hands, as if to stop him from killing you, and flinch.
Suddenly you hear the others scream, and you look up. A dark shadow had wrapped around the boys wrist and was creeping up his arm.
"She's a mutant!" One of the girls screeched before running away.
"I'm calling the M.R.D.!" another shouted.
You could feel the drain of energy, but at the same time an exhilarating thrill. You dissipated the shadow unintentionally and the boy fainted. You weren't sure what to do after that. You couldn't very well let yourself get taken by the M.R.D., so you ran. You had some money, but you ditched your cell phone. You couldn't count on your parents for help; they hated mutants with a passion. You had hitch hiked to the diner you were in, and now you wanted to see if you could do it again, just to prove that it had happened.
You watched your hands and saw dark tangible threads that were growing steadily forming what looked like a living shadow. You shuddered and it shivered too. You heard a gasp and turned to see that the waitress was looking and so was the big burly guy. The shadow dissipated.
You didn't stick around to see what would happen next, you threw some money on the table and left. You saw the waitress go for the phone behind the counter, through the window out of the corner of your eye. You started running, positive she was calling the M.R.D.
You hadn't been running long when you heard footsteps behind you.
"Wait!" A man's voice called gruffly.
You ran faster, "Leave me alone!"
You feel a rough impact and you land on top of your assailant, he quickly rolls over and pins you to the ground.
"I don't want to hurt you," he says.
You're still dizzy from being tackled and you just stare up at him. It was the same man from the diner; you let your eyes trace his face. Strong chiseled features, mutton chops, dark brown eyes, and almost abnormally sharp canines.
"Okay… can you get off of me?" you say after things stop spinning.
He glares at you, "You gunna run?"
You shake your head, you weren't running anywhere after that. You were certain that standing would send you spinning again.
He releases you and sits on the ground next to you, "Why'd you run?"
You sit up and shrug, "I thought she was calling the M.R.D… that would be call number two today… I just found out that I'm a…" your voice trails off.
"A mutant." He finishes for you.
You nod and whisper, "Yeah, a mutant…"
He stands up and offers you his hand, "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
You let him help you up and teeter for a moment; he steadies you and then steps away.
You glower finding yourself suddenly frustrated and angry, "Maybe not… but all I've ever know is that mutants are dangerous, mutants are bad, and all the other bull that my parents regurgitate after watching the news… so this kinda sucks for me, I've got nowhere to go and no one to turn to!"
The man waits a moment, "You done?"
You huff, "Yeah…"
He sighs and glances around running his fingers through his messy hair, then he motions back toward the diner, "That lady wasn't calling anyone, I cut the phone line… let's go back and I'll get you something to eat, I know a place that you can stay; I'll take you there and then be on my way. Sound good?"
You shrug, "I guess so."
"Good," he says gruffly and he begins to walk back to the diner.
You follow and ask, "Hey if I'm going to be going anywhere with you, shouldn't I know your name?"
He glances down at you, "Logan… what about you?"
You give him your name and ask, "Are you a mutant too?"
He chuckles, "Yeah kid, I'm a mutant…"
You frown, "I'm not a kid… Would it bother you if I asked what you could do?"
He shrugged, "Nah… I expected as much."
Suddenly he whips around and you hear, Shink!
You saw the three, shining, six inch blades protruding from his fists and blink back your surprise, "Whoa…"
The blades disappeared back into his fists and you saw the little cuts, from where they came from between his knuckles, heal. "That, healing, and some better than average senses…"
"Claws… huh… cool." You say quietly.
Logan chuckles and the two of you continue on to the diner.