As Logan drove down the lonely twisted road, he felt a lonely need. He had been alone for months, no closer to finding his path, than he was back at Prof. X's. Snow began to fall. Lightly at first, then soon it was thick as a blanket being thrown over his eyes. His lights only lit up what snow there was. It was dark. The empty extra bike seat, gave him an empty feeling. He felt a piercing chill enter his body, and something told him to slow down. He stopped. His hand cold and frost bitten. Snow highlighted his scruffy matted hair. He shivered once, then twice. He cursed at himself. He should of kept going. There was no place to stay here. Turning the engine back on, he sat for a minute. Sniffing into the darkness, he picked up a new scent. The wind caught a scream which filtered through the night. Twigs began snapping. His pulse racing, Logan began to leave. But the scream stayed with him, haunting his memory. It clogged his ears and he stopped again. His tentative ears picked up heavy breathing, and a wimper of help. The snow began to clear up, when a body was thrown from the woods besides him, and onto the road. Snikt! His claws stood erect. SNiffing the wind, he knew something was happening. He knew someone was here. He turned as a large man bolted from the woods. Jumping off the bike, Logan kicked the man to the side of the winding road. He got up seconds later, and punched Logan in the stomach. He fell to snow, but got up, and shook off te blow. Punching the man repetitavely in the face and stomach, Logan finally resorted to a much more bloody fighting meathod. He jammed one cold set of claws into the chest of the man. He howled in pain. Blood flooding from the three wounds. He fell onto the snow. Blood trickled gently onto the snow. "Bastard." Logan silently growled. He kicked the cold body once more. As he was getting back on his bike, he remembered the girl. He rushed to her unconscious side. Turning her over so he could view her face, his eyes widened. Her face, though bloody and scraped, was tinted a light cobolt blue. Her hair, a firey red. She was clutching a small gold locket. She was wrapped in a black wool jacket, much like Rogues. It too, had a hood to cover her face, and was full length. Her jeans were ripped, almost to shreads. Blood stained her legs, and arms. Picking her up carefully, he walked back to the bike. She couldn't of been more than thirteen. Setting the unconscious child in the empty seat besides him, he wiped the remaining blood and tears from her face, and rode to the nearest civilization.
As dawn approached, Logan's eyes began to feel like weights, pulling them shut. Up ahead was a hospital. The girl, unless she was already dead, had lost excessive amounts of blood, and needed help soon. But then a shock of fear pulsed through his veins. Would they take her in? She obviously was a mutant. Hopefull they'd understand. Pulling into the parking lot as a glimmor of sun penitrated through the trees. He picked the young child up, and carried her into the lobby. A few people waiting there, got a look of fright and confusion painted on their worried faces, but Logan couldn't even notice. He was too busy. Standing at the front desk, the receptionist happened to notice his urgancy, and sent a doctor to him immediately. Logan's clothing was drenched in her blood. He felt tired, groggy, and sticky. Not to mention, dirty as heck. The doctors rushed to his aide with a stretcher, and IV. Logan then felt the pangs of lonelyness again. He didn't even know the girl, but he felt a strong bond with her.