One of the main characters and the story idea belongs to MARVEL. So all rights for those two things got to them for so far in the story.
Logan sat in the driver's seat of rusty black pick-up truck on his way to California. Where he would finally escape from this place of misery. He had enough of the painful flashbacks for everything that reminded him of his painful past.
"You'd die for them?" she asked. Even though she was unmistakably uncontrollable, she was beautiful.
"No for you," The mighty Wolverine said as he killed her with the thrust of his silver claws. He sobbed as the chaos stopped and he was left with the body of his dead love.
Logan rubbed his forehead in emotional agony. He didn't even noticed the teenage girl hopping in his truck bed as silent as a cat if not more. Her name? Carmen Santiago. Her black hair was french braided out of her face with only a few wisps framing her face. A white scar framed her jaw line on the right side. Another above her eye brow. Many more hidden.
She flattened herself on the truck bed in exhaustion. She curled up in a ball despite her tight jeans. She was so exhausted she fell asleep despite the noise of a Mardi Gras parade behind the truck.
Logan turned up the radio to block the emotions. Everyone he had become close to in the X-Men days were dead of old age or died in battle. The school didn't even run any more. It was a shame, he thought. A few hours later he heard the unmistakably sound of someone in the truck bed. He jerked the truck off the dirt road and almost into a bayou. He saw a shape of person fly thorough the air but what happened surprised him. The person had landed on her feet in a crouch. Her leather jacket open showing a black v-neck shirt and a dew visible white scars on her chest. She couldn't be more than 20.
He was even more surprised when she had bolted to him with a pocket knife and slammed him to the ground. He hadn't even realized he had gotten out the truck. Reality came back to him as he rolled her over and pinned her down with both hands on her wrists and legs on her ankles. She snarled but it dint match the scared look in her eyes.
"If i let go will you promise not to stab me because it shouldn't really effect me and it would be a sad waste of a rather good knife," he reasoned. That is also when he noticed her eyes again except this time for the color. They were an odd gold so striking she took his weakness and kneed him in the groin. When she got up she didn't run though. She just narrowed her eyes at him in amusement as he stumbled up. He was a bit rusty on his fighting considering he hadn't fought in over 30 years.
"What is your name?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Logan," he answered. "Yours?"
If it was even possible she narrowed her eyes even more. "Carmen," she answered finally. "Who are you?"
"I just told you I'm Logan," he said avoiding the question.
"I know you," she answered searching him.
"Well I don't know you," she answered heading back to the cab of the truck.
She followed him without ego, and at his protest she kept the door open even with his strong arms trying to close it. "I wouldn't Logan. I can rip this door off and shred it easily," she said.
"Are you threatening me?" he asks with narrowed eyes.
"I'm stating a fact," Carmen said bluntly.
"How old are you? Where are your parents, kid?" He asks.
"I'll answer your questions if you let me go with you," She answered. He thought it was strange how formal she spoke.
"Absolutely not," he answered reaching for the door. For a moment he caught the child look in her eyes. It reminded him of the kids from the school for mutants.
She looked strained as she said, "Please," with closed eyes.
"Fine. Misery loves company."