Logan was nervous, an emotion that he rarely felt. An emotion that he preferred to avoid. He had to get this kid back to her family. She couldn't stay here. Period. And yet, he didn't know how to tell her to leave. They had returned to his cabin and he had made her something to eat. She had eaten ravenously, prompting Logan to guess that maybe she wasn't fashionably anorexic. He had then gone into the bathroom to take a much needed, stress-reducing shower. When he had entered what he called the living room—and what everyone else would call the living room/kitchen/bedroom area—the girl had fallen asleep on the couch.

Sighing, Logan ran a head over his face and shook his head. Water droplets dripped onto the wooden floor, promising to help rot the wood more than it already was. 'Fine. She'll stay the night. That's it.'

Three a.m. Pitch black invading every little crevice of the cabin. Evelyn lay stiff as a board on the couch, her eyes the only part of her that moved. She didn't know where that man was, it was too dark to see. She trusted him—had no reason not to—but that didn't mean she didn't have to keep an eye on him. Outside, an owl hooted, the sound reverberating against the trees. Evelyn bunched her fists into tight balls, willing herself to get up and look around. 'No.' It was too dark, too unknown. Her head started to ache, a pinpoint over her right eye that she knew would grew into a splitting ravine in her head.

In the distance, the sound of tires on gravel echoed in the woods. Evelyn's heart started to pound and she sat up, despite her fear. A window directly behind the couch allowed her to look outside. Through the darkness, the beams of a truck could be seen, making its way toward the cabin. 'Oh no.' Evelyn's nails dug into the meager fabric of the couch.

"What the hell is going on," Logan asked from the other side of the room. He had been watching her silently for quite some time and sensed her anxiety. He also knew that no one knew he was here, so that car certainly wasn't any visitors for him.

"We need to leave," Evelyn said softly, barely audible even to Logan, only a few feet away.

"Oh, yeah? And why is that?" Logan was pissed. Not exactly with her, but with himself. He could never leave well enough alone, could he? Any normal person would have called 911 immediately. Well, he was anything but normal.

"We really need to go," she replied, her eyes locked on the headlights drawing closer. The headlights illuminated the cabin, creating the illusion of midday.

Logan felt his blood pressure rising. "I'm not going nowhere until you explain what the fuck is going on."

The car stopped outside, a few hundred meters away from the cabin. The lights cut off, plunging the cabin back into darkness. Evelyn blinked quickly, trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden black. Car doors opened. Slammed shut. Heavy feet on dead leaves.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted. Evelyn felt the man pull her down to the floor, covering her with his own body to protect her from the glass that was flying from the window. Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, burying her head into the man's shoulder. 'I can't go back. I'll kill myself before they touch me again.' The silence following the gunfire was deafening. Logan strained to hear where the footsteps were coming from. He was geared to fight now, his claws ready and waiting. Silence. Was that it?

Nope. Of course not. The doorknob turned in the front door, the flimsy lock holding on for dear life. Logan stood, pulling the girl up with him, and crossed the room to the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned against it. He realized then how small his bathroom was, forcing the two to be pushed up against each other. Logan looked down at the girl. Her eyes were filled with fear and something else that Logan couldn't place. Determination?

He didn't have time to contemplate it more. He heard the front door finally break off its hinges. 'Great.' He heard at least three people walk into the cabin.

"Logan. Where are you, buddy?"

Logan looked down at the girl, one eyebrow lifted. 'How the fuck do they know my name?' She shook her head at him, trying to tell him that she didn't know. Logan lifted his head, his ear pressed to the door.

"We know she's here, Logan. Just give her to us and we'll leave you alone. We'll even get you a new door." Whoever this guy was, his nice act wasn't fooling Logan. "Just give us the girl and we'll go away."

Evelyn buried her head in Logan's chest, surprising him. She fully expected him to give her up. Who wouldn't? She brought too much trouble with her, wherever she went. This was it, the end of the road. She was going back to the facility. She looked up at Logan, her eyes full with tears. Logan roughly pushed her back against the wall, and turned to open the door. He opened the door and surveyed his opponents.

Three men, all in black suits. Guns, ear pieces. Some sort of government lackey, perhaps? The man in the middle smiled. "Ah, Logan. I'm glad to see that you've come to your senses." He peered around Logan and smiled at the small girl cowering in the bathroom. "Evelyn. It's time to come back with us. Come on now."

Logan stepped into the man's line of vision. "She's not going anywhere, bub." Both Evelyn and the man looked at Logan.

The man in the black suit looked at his comrades and sighed. "So we're going to have to do this the hard way."

Snikt. Logan's claws extended. The men looked at each other nervously. Guns raised. Before they had the chance to use them, Logan was on them. With a few swipes of his claws, Logan had taken the agents out. 'Three dead agents. How will I explain this to the authorities.' Logan, covered in blood that wasn't his, turned back to Evelyn. She was pressed up against the bathroom wall, her eyes wide. With a sigh, Logan crossed the room. She looked back and forth frantically from Logan to the agents.

"Hey." Logan gripped her shoulders, causing her to jump nearly out of her skin. Her eyes seemed to go dead, pressing herself up harder against the wall. "Hey." Logan shook her gently. Evelyn seemed to snap out of her daze. "What the hell is going on," he asked.

"Can we go?" Her voice was calm, as if she hadn't just witnessed the murder of three people. Logan stepped back, noticing that her eyes never left his hands.

"Yeah….yeah, we can go."