Daughter of a Sabretooth

Chapter Eight

 

Chapter Eight

 The sun had set by the time Logan and I got back to the school. I was

really embarrassed and made Logan tell Mr. Xavier about my learning

difficulties. He was surprised to hear that a mutant could be dyslexic and

have ADD, and asked me again to show him my mutation, but I still

refused. I was still wary of showing them. I felt safer here than I ever had

anywhere else (not safe, but safe-ER) in my entire life. Even when I was

younger, my mom and I lived in a pretty bad part of town. But I have to

wonder if it was to hide from my father. I still have no idea why she

hooked up with him anyway. I'm not even sure if they were married. She

never talked about him, so I didn't really ask. I had a dream about her that

night. A nightmare actually. My father was in it of course. He started

hurting her, so I attacked him and we got in a huge fight. He won of

course, because he's twice my size. He pinned me to the ground and

smiled evilly.

"I know where you're hiding Scarlett. It won't be long before I find you

again. You will come back to me. You're on the losing side right now.

These people can't help you. You belong here with me. I can teach you

how to be indestructible. You don't belong with these people."

I woke up screaming again, but I don't think anybody heard me. I was

awake the rest of the night, thinking. What if he was right? What if I

didn't belong with these people...I felt so trapped. But right now, this was

my only option. My father would surely kill me or worse if I left. But how

long could I keep this lie up? I couldn't stay here forever. I couldn't keep

lying to them either. But once the truth came out, I had to be out of here.

                                                                  ~*~*~

  I pretty much followed Logan around all day for the next few weeks.

Yes, I said weeks. After a few days of spending time with Logan, I found

myself attached to him for some reason. Neither of us were big talkers, but

the silence wasn't awkward. Maybe because I figured out that he was my

uncle...the only family I had left besides my father—who I swore was the

devil himself! I sat in on some of the combat classes that Logan taught.

Those classes I liked. It's just the actual school classes I can't handle. I

wanted so bad to be able to jump in and join the other

teens while they fought...but that would mean revealing my powers. It

seems, however, that things that you want to hide the most, always have a

way of coming out. Usually when you least expect it. Word got out that I

was dyslexic, and you know how things like this work. It's like whisper

down the lane. So by the time it reached my ears, you can just imagine

what kind of rumors were going around. And they weren't just about me

and my learning disabilities, Logan was somehow involved in this.

Apparently he and I have been disappearing together and I sneak into his

room at night and do...things that shouldn't be done. Yes, I had snuck into

his room at night...but that was only because of the nightmares I had. And

I never even went near his bed—I slept on the floor.

   Carla and some of her friends approached me, asking if they were true or

not. My first reaction was to run away and cry, but then I was overcome

by anger.

"Who started these rumors?" I asked. I felt the prick of my claws at the tip

of my fingers and bit my tongue trying to keep them at bay.

"Maycee said that she overheard Charlie telling a big group of people."

"Who's Charlie?" I snapped. Their eyes grew wide, and I assumed it was

because my fangs had come out. They weren't super long, just my two

canines grew about a half-inch longer and sharper than normal peoples.

"Who is CHARLIE?" I asked again. My nails grew into their cat-like claw

form, and the girls backed away from me a little and pointed to the kid that

kept lighting my pencil on fire that first day I had come. I stomped over

there and ripped him away from the table and up onto his feet. He was a

few inches taller than me, but I wasn't scared of him at all.

"What the heck?" he exclaimed.

"Did you start those rumors about me?"

"What rumors? I've only been telling the truth that I've seen with my own

eyes you little slut!" The cafeteria was dead quiet. I wanted to claw his

face off, but I knew I needed to leave before I killed someone. I let go of

him and turned to go get some fresh air and file my teeth back, when he

shouted after me

"I know they're true! Logan admitted that he and you have been—" I had

had it with him. I turned on my heel and completely lost my cool. My

claws grew and before I knew it, I had pinned him to the ground and torn

his shirt apart with my claws. Before I knew it, hot flames blasted in my

face and I flew across the room. It felt like my skin was melting off. I

picked myself up and got on all fours in my normal fight stance. My claws

were completely out now and my fangs had grown way longer than

normal. I felt the wild cat inside me roaring and craving the battle. I

charged the boy whose hands had turned to flames, his eyebrows were knit

together in anger. I started charging at him on all fours and lunged at him,

swiping my claws across his chest while he blasted me with more fire

balls. I could feel my skin healing quickly and kept attacking. The fight

was short lived however, I suddenly felt myself being ripped off of the

kid. I ripped free from the person's arms and turned and swiped at them. I

landed on top of them and they grabbed my wrists and flipped me over,

pinning me to the ground. I heard the soft slashing noise of metal on metal

and felt the tips of Logan's cold claws on my throat. I froze and realized

what I had done. I had revealed my powers, AND attacked the only person

that I trusted and had protected me.