Logan smelt him first.
He didn't know how long he'd been followed. A while. He had gone to the city for a couple of hours, to pick up a few things, and suddenly- there was a smell. It smelled like fear, and the smell was following him. He acted like normal for a while, he could take whatever loser was tracking him, he'd just shred um' up, but it had been at least an hour. He decided to leave his bike where he parked it, in case this person wasn't his usual- somebody he got in a fight with and wanted to repay him for their cracked ribs and black eye. He felt a few cracks of leaves behind him- then silence. He stopped and turned around growling, "Whoever the hell is there, come out." He heard a bit of rustling, then nothing again.
"Come out. Now."
"Will you hurt me?" a quiet squeaky voice asked. Logan could hear the fright in it.
"Why have you been following me?" He spat. There was no reply. "Fine. I promise I won't hurt you, now show yourself." A skinny, blue-eyed boy with curly blonde locks stepped out from a tree, maybe twenty feet away. He looked about twelve, and very easy to chop up if needed.
"Sorry. I didn't know where else to go," the boy whispered, tearing up.
"Home," Logan replied sharply, shifting his weight onto his left leg.
"I can't, my dad, he'll be angry that I ran away…" the boy cried.
"Whose fault is that?" Logan hissed, passing the kid as he started on his way back to the city.
"Please- he'll hate me forever, when he finds out."
Logan cocked an eyebrow and spun around, "Finds out what?"
The boy looked at the floor, as large wings emerged from his back. "He hates mutants."
Logan looked at his right hand, his red knuckles and sighed- he knew more than anyone how the boy felt.
"Maybe I could live with you, just-" the boy began hopefully, wiping away his tears with his hand.
"No." Logan interrupted, "I live alone." The boy gave him the saddest face likely possible.
"Kid, I live by myself. Frankly- don't live anywhere, I travel, I wander, I drink- I'm not your guardian."
"My dad, he'll do something horrible!" the boy protested, tugging on Logan's arm. "He'll kill me or something!"
"Then fly away," Logan snarled, yanking his arm back.
"I can't, the wings won't hold me," the boy yelled after Logan, "Don't leave me alone!"
Logan stopped walking and turned around, "I'm not leaving you, cause I ain't with you." The boy grew pale and dropped to his knees, then again so he was sitting.
"Get up, I'll take you home," Logan sighed. The boy reluctantly obeyed and followed Logan as he began to walk.
"What's your name kid?" Logan asked.
"Warren."