Lycan Origins

[Faith Webster]

This is a story I'm starting to put together, and here is what I have so far. I concerns Faith and her search for herself...

The dark haired girl ran barefooted through the dark forest. She was in a panic as it seemed that she was being chased. From her knuckles on each hand, three long shiny metal claws were protruded and she held them out to her sides in a defensive manor. Under her shirt, a file folder could clearly been seen and her pursuers were making enough noise to raise the dead. She came to a clearing, stopped just inside the tree line, and sniffed the air. She could smell the closing the distance, and she made a rash decision. She used her claws to climb the nearest tree and made it effortlessly to the top to perch.

She watched as uniformed people slowed down under her branch, and the tracking slash guard dogs sniffed her trail. It of course ended at the base of the tree, and she patiently waited for them to decide that she had moved on. As the continued further into the forest, she could clearly hear them call her. “Lycan! Faith!” She found it similar to an owner calling a run away dog.

Faith was no dog, but she had been treated like one most of her life. No, scratch that. A dog was treated better than she was. She was treated, or rather mistreated, like a lab rat. Finally she had had enough, and decided to leave. She fought her way to the record room and grabbed the file that is under her shirt, and then fought her way to the outside. It was not a pretty sight, but then again that was the reason she was created. She was designed to kill, and kill she did. She was even the best at it, killing 188 people in nine years. Not an easy task, and certainly not something just anyone can claim.

When the voices were gone, she jumped down effortlessly from her branch in crouched position. The moon was now shinning brightly and she walked into the opening a bit to see better. She really didn’t have to do that, but it seemed like a good idea just incase she couldn’t understand about what she going to do. She then retrieved the file from under her shirt, and opened it. She skimmed the background story about what they wanted accomplish with her and her abilities. She paused and took a long time when she saw the page that had all the information on her parents. Her mother was some woman off the street, but her father was named. She read his information, and closed the file. It had said that his last known whereabouts were in Westchester County not far from a town called Salem Center.

Faith returned the file to under her shirt and started to run in the direction of Westchester. When she got closer, she used her tracking ability to pinpoint the direction of her father. She then changed her course when she needed to in order to find him.

[Faith Webster]

Part Two...

Faith stood in the shadows observing the tall, muscular, dark haired man. She recognized him from her file, and decided to trail him for a bit to see if he really was like her file said. So far, he had not noticed her. If he did, he did not give any indication that he had. She started to wonder if this man was really her father…

Suddenly, he turned into a deserted alleyway and stopped halfway inside. She followed him wondering if her owners had already anticipated her plan, and stopped when she only saw him. She watched as he sniffed the air, and then turned toward her. Her immediate reaction was to shrink back further into the shadows, but she fought it. She fought her training so that she can confront this man before her. “Why are you following me, kid?” He asked briskly, and clenched his fists.

She recognized the movement, and did hers the same way. If he armed himself, so would she. “I want to know why.” She demanded of him with some anger she hadn’t known she had showing through her tone. She slowly advanced toward him, reaching inside her shirt for the file. Before her hand found it, the unmistakable sound of what closely resembled a sword unsheathing reached her sensitive ears. She stopped her advanced and extended her own claws on the hand that was to her side, and then continued her advancement on him. She stopped just out of his reach and removed the file.

She could tell the man was a bit surprised at her own claws, but he didn’t retract his. So Faith kept hers out as well. “Why what?” He added a bit guarded now, and she thought he took on a defensive stance before her. She automatically adjusted her own stance to easily defend herself in case he attacked her.

Faith held out the file to him so he can take it from her, and waited as he slowly reached for the object. “Why I exist. Why I am like this.” She answered him as in a matter of fact tone. She watched as he opened it and skimmed through it. She knew he had found the page that brought her to him as he had stayed on that page much longer than the others.

The man closed the file after the information had sunk in. If he were to believe it, then the girl was his. He knew that not many mutants can stand the process of the adamantium bonding, and not many mutants had his mutation. From what he read, this girl does. He turned to face her, “I don’t know. I don’t remember much about my past…” He told her and sniffed the air. He knew a large group was coming, and it was not a good group either. He even noticed out of the corner of his eye, the girl did the same.

Faith watched at the man sniffed just as soon as she did, and she knew that they would soon have company. She concentrated on the scientists and employees of the compound where she grew up. She felt something approach her location, and extended her claws on both hands. “Run. They are coming.” She told him, and watched as he took another defensive stance. “I said run. Don’t let them get that file!” She commanded him again.

“Listen, kid. You are in trouble, and if I were to believe the information in here…” He responded and held up the file, “You are my kid. I don’t want you to lose.” He told her and returned to looking at their surroundings for any sort of attack.

“Logan, run. I can take care of myself. I’ll find you later, as I want that file back.” She told him, and called him by his name. She knew how these people worked, and she can’t risk them taking him and that file. “With that file, they would make more of me. Better.” She told him and watched as he took off. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief and began to lead the group in the opposite direction from Logan.

Faith drew the group to a deserted lot, and turned to face her pursuers. A blood bath followed, and she was the only victor. She was covered from head to feet in blood, but she was otherwise unharmed. Her clothes were torn and ratted from her battle, and some of the blood that was on her was her own. She stayed in a defensive position for a few moments longer just to make sure that there wasn’t any last minute combatants. When she was sure she had defeated them all, she took off in the direction Logan had escaped. She needed to find a place to clean up, and perhaps lay low for a while, and hoped that her owners would give up looking for her.

[Faith Webster]

Part Three...

Faith had arrived at an expansive mansion. She easily climbed the fence and landed softly on the other side. Her tracking ability told her that Logan was inside, and he had her life literally in his hands with that file. She had made sure that her owners did not follow her as she made her way to her father. The blood that covered her had started to dry and stick to her skin. Usually she had cleaned up by now, but the people that helped her do so were the ones who were chasing her.

She moved stealthy as she approached the building and automatically moved toward where she sensed the man who the government said was her father. When she found the room he was in, she made sure he was alone, and lightly tapped the window with her still extended claws. She watched as he looked at her and saw the alarm in his face as he took in her state of dress. “Kid, are you alright?” He asked her as she climbed inside, and she could tell that he was attempting to look her over for injuries.

“I’m fine. You should see them.” She nearly snapped as she wasn’t used to being looked after like that. Instead of snapping, she closed her eyes in attempt to tell herself that he wasn’t her handler. She tried to tell herself that he actually started to believe the file, and that he was perhaps feeling all paternal over her. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to…” She attempted to apologize to him for her tone. She knew it wasn’t his fault she was like that, but perhaps he should understand it.

“Don’t worry about it, kid.” Logan answered and walked over to his dresser. He opened a drawer and dug in for a moment, and pulled out a set of sweats. He tossed them at her. “Here. I’ll show you the showers and you can get cleaned up, putting those on for the time being.” He told her and held open the door to hall and walked out. She followed, but first made sure that they were the only two there before leaving the room. She had sheathed her claws by now, and followed him closely. She didn’t trust this place, but he seemed to. At that time, she was starting to trust him.

It wasn’t long, before they were at the showers. Faith poked her head inside making sure that it was safe. It was a habit, as well as her training, but she somehow knew that it wasn’t necessary. She walked inside and went about cleaning herself up. She wondered what this place was, and if she should even be there. She could tell that the place was full of others, but that was all. She stayed in the water until it ran clear, and she felt clean. She got out, dried off, and put on the sweats that Logan had given her. They were a bit large, but she made them work.

Faith then looked around, wondering what to do with her tattered and ruined clothes. ’Leave them.’ A male voice said inside her head and she whipped her head around looking for the source. Her immediate reaction was to extend her claws once more. She felt frightened and as if she was about to be attacked. ’You can put your claws away. You are safe here.’ The voice said again and she hesitated before allowing her claws to retract. She hurried out of there and nearly ran her father to the ground.

“Whoa, kid. Where’s the fire?” Logan asked her and steadied her on her feet. He saw that she looked scared and wondered if the Professor was showing off again. “Do you mind telling me what is going on with you? Not five minutes after you meet me, someone comes after you. Then three hours later you show up at my bedroom window covered in blood. Then there is that file that seems to know a lot about me…” He demanded an answer from her.

’Logan, bring her to me.’ Xavier’s voice rang out in his mind, and he sighed. He had hoped to learn more from the girl before involving him. Instead he calmed himself down, and took the girl’s hand before leading her down the hallways and corridors. He didn’t want her to get lost…

“Where are we going?” She asked Logan as he began to lead her somewhere. She felt like she was being led to the slaughter, and she didn’t like that feeling. She also didn’t know what to say in answer to his demands about her and her life. She didn’t know if she should fight, or just go with him and trust him to keep her away from her owners.

“Someone wants to see you. He is a nice guy, and perhaps he will be able to help.” Logan answered her question. He lead her the rest of the way in silence. He approached the door, and knocked. When the voice from his head gave permission for them to enter, he opened the door and guided the kid inside before following himself. Now the ‘admission’ begins.

[Faith Webster]

Part Four...

The meeting between the Professor and herself had gone good, she thought. He seemed to know a lot about her, and wondered if he had read her file. But then she thought better of it when he began to tell her about her past that wasn’t even written in the file. So this Professor was a telepath. Nothing new to her. However, he gave her the rules and to her surprise permission to use something called the Danger Room anytime she felt she needed to do. She found that a bit strange as no one outside of the scientists and herself knew of her violent tendencies when her anger and emotions get the better of her.

She thanked the Professor who had given her the number of the room in which she would be staying and sent her on her way. She slipped out and then looked to Logan who had exited right behind her. “So where is this Danger Room?” She asked him, wanting to try it out real quick. It sounded just like the place for her to practice her skills and take out her anger and such safely. Sure she was exhausted from all the fighting, and running she had done today, and then there was that interview that had felt like a trail that could have ended up as an execution.

Logan paused as he was on the way to taking her to her room that the Professor had just assigned to her. He couldn’t believe what she was saying… She wanted to go to the Danger Room…now?! He wondered what was going through her head. He was certain that she would have rather get some sleep, but instead he shrug to himself and took her hand once again. “Follow me and pay attention. Don’t want you getting lost.” He told her in a normal tone, and began to let her down the hallway to the elevator that would take them to the basement. Once they got there, he then led her out and down the metallic hallway to the door to the Danger Room. He opened it, to show her how and then guided her inside. He then stepped in behind her and listened as the door closed behind him.

Faith had stood still in the round metallic room and wondered how is this suppose to help her anger and fighting skills. She felt as well as smelled Logan step inside behind her just before hearing the door close. She turned around to face him and cocked her head to the side. “How do you start it?” She asked and watched as he looked to the control room where a man stood waiting to start the room up. With a nod from Logan, the man had started up a program and a futuristic city turned up in the room. I was in ruins as giant robots scavenged the rubble looking for something. There was an alarm sounded when one of them spied her, and began to converge on her location. “Now this is more like it.” She smirked and clenched her fists. Snikt. Her claws were extended and she crouched into a defensive slash attack position. She bide her time, and then at the very last moment she jumped.

With a back flip she landed on the front of the robot. She used her claws and climb the way up to the robotic face, before performing another acrobatic stunt and landed on the back just behind it’s head. She then raised one hand and swiped with her claws, cutting the head clean off. Then as the large robotic body fell, she jumped and performed another back flip to land on the next robot before repeating the dance again.

Logan stood in the middle, of course admiring the way she moved and how she effectively took care of the holographic Sentinels. He then shrugged his shoulder, held his hands out to the side, and clenched his fists. Snikt. His own set of claws that looked like Faith’s were now showing. “Hey kid! Leave some for me!” He shouted and attacked the nearest non-destroyed Sentinel.