♠Logan
and I♠
-Lea
(2009-2011 ish)
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Lea's original outfit (2009) |
I awoke in
a deep, green forest on a calm morning.
It was cool and I could softly hear birds chirping above me. Stumbling towards a clearing, I saw a man
walking by in a white work-out shirt and jeans.
He was muscular and his hair was very different. The only thought that came to mind was 2
follow him. My mind was vacant of any
other ideas; in fact….my mind was vacant of anything really! Maybe he knew where I was….who I was. I managed to get ahead of him trying to see
his face, but I noticed he had seen me.
I threw my hands over my face in protection as I cowered on the grass. The strangest thing happened then, I noticed
he was looking right past me. I looked
at my hands and saw that he had walked on as if nothing had happened. I continued to follow him to a large gate
surrounded by a brick wall. I saw a
small plaque shining on the brick wall.
I leaned in 2 try and make out the small words engraved into the round, bronze
colored plate with a big X in the center.
Just then, I step on a twig and in a flash the man threw back his fists
and knocked me into the darkness known as unconscious once more.
When I woke
up again, I was in a large white room on a bed.
Wires were attached to me and various equipment sat on a rolling side
table. As I sat up the door began to
open. A woman, maybe in her mid 20s, with
long white hair and stunning blue eyes walked into the room.
“Hello, I
see you’re awake.” She says.
I am
awake…but who am I? Well, incase you
haven’t already realized, I AM a girl for starters, that I realized
quickly. But I couldn’t think of a
single name, a memory, a status, anything.
Everything before awakening in the forest…was blank. What
had happened to me? Who am I? What is this place? Nothing made sense, nothing came to mind. I leapt over her to my own amazement and found
my self running down a corridor full of busts and tapestries. It felt natural to run, to be free. Then, BOOM.
I crash into that man yet again and fell onto the carpeted floor.
“Ow….” I rued my head and looked up to see his
familiar face. He seemed unfazed as I slipped
my legs beneath me and stood. He seemed
almost angry as I stepped back cautiously.
The white
haired woman suddenly grabs my arm from behind me and I squirmed to get free.
“Calm! I do not wish 2 hurt you!” she says
soothingly. She had a lovely accent I
was jealous of I’ll admit. I stared at
her and broke free with a burst of energy.
I looked from the man to her a few times. I was trapped. “Do u have a name?” She asked sweetly. I stopped.
A name…..hmm….
The woman
took my arm again gently and calmly led me to a large room at the end of the
hall way as if she had done it thousands of times. I began to think about myself. What do
I look like? What is my name? Who I am?
Am I even really awake or is this all just a bad dream? Many questions begin to fly through my
mind. I was led inside where I saw a
bunch of other people. One had on this
weird red visor while others sported strange sort of retro-style green and
yellow or yellow and blue costumes. I
gasped when I saw two BLUE people. They were
literally blue! Then there was also this
HUGE buff guy in the corner. He looked
friendly I guess. Just then a young man
walked toward me. I assumed he was in
his mid or late 20s, maybe very early 30s.
I’m not good at determining ages of other people, especially since I
don’t know my own age. He smiled and
extended his grease covered hand.
Lea's little black dress (2009) |
“Hi. Forge’s
the name. Are you a mutant?” I stared at him. His hair was sort of spiked and he had a cute
smile that seemed friendly enough. “And
what is your name? We are all curious as
to how u got past our defenses.” Defenses? Do they mean the guy? “U already met Wolverine.”
I slowly
look from him to the guy I followed in.
He was leaning against the door frame as if he could care less who I was
or why I was here, I could tell he just wanted me gone.
“We are the
X-Men. You must be a mutant to have
avoided being attacked by him a sec ago.”
Interrupted the man called Forge.
“What is a
mutant?”
He began to
laugh and the others joined in. I felt
my cheeks get hot red.
“A mutant
is…someone who has jumped ahead on the human evolutionary scale. Someone who has special abilities or skills. What is your power?” I crept over to the corner slightly afraid
now. My hands hit a potted tree behind
me. I was surrounded by “mutants,”
people who could probably have ended my life then and there. The guy with the visor frowned at me
angrily.
“Look! Are you a mutant or not? We won’t hurt u!” He stepped closer. I flung my hands in front of my face like I
had before and clenched my eyes shut.
THUD!
“O-oh
crap….Oh my god I’m sorry!” The man I
had followed in laughed.
“You got
knocked down by a plant summers? That’s
just weak!” I looked in front of
me.
A vine had
sprouted from the plant and had knocked the visor guy down. The vine was pure plant, no string, no
illusions. I moved my hand back and the vine followed, floating in the air. I stared in shock and began to move my hand
around. The vine followed my every
twitch as if it were a puppet on a string.
“Yep, she’s
a mutie. Just like us.” I heard a girl say to someone in the crowd of
people. The blond girl looked at
me.
“My name is
Ororo darling. Come on, you must be
confused and exhausted. Let me show you
to your room.” She led me upstairs to a
room with a large bed and plenty of room for anyone. I felt like she was trust worthy so I didn’t
fight her again. Had I ever had a bedroom before?
It felt like I hadn’t. After some
exploring and learning about where I was, along with practicing my new found
plant-y powers, I soon decided sleep was a good option and let myself drift off
in the soft bed.
The next
morning, as I walked into the main room, (the one at the very entrance ya
know?) everyone was there again. They
had already been talking for a while I could tell. Forge looked at the man he had called the
Wolverine.
“Hey…Wolverine…why
don’t u take her with u to talk 2 Warren ?
Maybe she can stop u from killing him
this time.” I gulped as the Wolverine
snarled and then I saw something strange.
Three metal…what appeared to be claws, jut out from his knuckles and up
2 Forge’s throat. I gasped and I heard a
girl shout,
“Wolverine! Put em away!
Ur
scaring her!”
“N-no….they
are…beautiful.” I stammered. He saw me in the doorframe and pulled them
in. He snarled and walked out of the
room. Forge nodded for me to follow. I liked that Forge guy…but what was up with
his arm and his leg?!
I ran after
Wolverine through the doors. He looked
at me then forward again. “You got a name kid?” His voice was strong and almost emotionless.
I looked over at him and blushed.
“Um…” I stammered.
He just continued looking ahead and walking looking un-impressed and
slightly annoyed.
Another awful attempt at dresses |
“What, you
forgot?” I looked down. It was true.
Then his eyes changed. I saw a
flash of understanding cross his face then disappear in a blink of an eye.
“You don’t
remember…do you?” I shook my head.
“I just
wake up in a forest, find you, and end up here….with a black eye.” I turn again to look at him sarcastically. He seems unfazed again, but there is a
gentler touch 2 him than before. He
looked forward intently and I followed behind him.
“So, what
are we gonna call you? We can’t just say
you all the time. Well, I can, I do that
anyway,
but the others are so picky.” I
paused. I search for a name. One I know.
One I will remember forever. One
came to mind.
“Leanasta.” WTF mind?!
Leanasta? Really?
“What? Where did u get that?”
“Um…You can
call me…Chameleon…or um…Lea...I guess.” I
had been told of how each “X-Man” has a real name and their mission name, so
there was mine…ready to go after I magically hid from the Wolverine. Wow mind….just wow. He could see my confusion and he returned the
look. “I…don’t have a last name
though…” He looked away then.
“Then you
are not alone.”
He never
looked at me but at his hands.
“So,” I say
after a moment’s silence. “I’m…a mutant?” He looked at me in confusion and irritation.
“Yes, of
course you are a mutant, I’m a mutant, heck, we’re all mutants here! That’s why we’re here. A man named Charles Xavier, the headmaster
and leader of the X-Men formed the school before I got here…” I stared at him, intrigued.
“You don’t
seem like a social or group kind of person.”
I said with maybe a little to much interest. He looked at me.
“I came to
find my past.” I looked forward and
blushed again.
“W-what do
I look like?” He sighed and looked at
me.
“Look kid,
I’m only bringing u so Forge won’t go off and make some sort of magnet. Now just shut up and come on would ya?” I had no clue what he was talking about.
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There you have it my lovely people. The first segment of Logan and I as it appears. I hate it...I hate it so much...But I love you guys so you get to see my suffering! Everyone starts somewhere and no one should be ashamed of having a simple start! Check back tomorrow to see the 2012 version!
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