Another Runaway

Logan meets another strange girl in Canada. How is he going to protect her when they get captured by the lab? Will the X-men get there in time to save her life, and her sanity?

"Thanks for the ride," Nyeusi snarled sarcastically as she was pushed out of the old pickup. Still growling she hitched the battered old duffle higher on her shoulders and looked around her new surroundings. New snow shined in the light of the moon and her breath billowed out into the Alaskan cold. The town, if you could call it one, consisted of a bar, a store, and a couple of houses. The bar at least looked busy. Maybe she could find someone…willing… to let her spend the night.

Slowly she walked into the bar, knowing full well that it was illegal for her to be there, being only 16. Well shit, half of what she did was illegal. Especially her way of paying for rides. Her last ride had given her a twenty as payment, and she was looking for food. Fuck, let's hope this place takes American.

The bar, like any other bar, was crowded and smoke filled. The screaming and cheering was defining, and soon the reason why became apparent. A large cage took up about half of the floor and two men were trading blows inside. Well, she thought sarcastically, at least I won't be arrested for being underage in a bar, this place is an illegal fighting ring.

She sat at the bar and waved over the bartender. "You serve food here?" she asked.

"Yah, we got burgers, fries, and onion rings," he replied shortly.

"Let me get a burger and some fries. I really don't give a shit what's on the burger as long as its rare." her stomach growled at the thought of meat. Damn, too long since she'd been able to afford more than fries.

"Coming right up."

"Thank ya sir," she replied with a mock salute. She turned her barstool so that she was facing the fight. Obviously, or at least obvious to her, the two were unevenly matched. The hot one with sideburns was taking plenty of blows, but it showed that he was just playing with the other man. Sure enough when he finally got bored he took the guy out with two hits. His bare back was muscular and shiny with sweat as he turned around and took a shot, not even watching as his opponent was dragged out of the cage. A short fat man walked into the cage with a microphone. "

"Ladies and gentlemen," he shouted, "I give you your winner! The one, the only, King of the Cage, the Wolverine!"