Chaos

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I OWE NOTHING but my OCs.

A/N: I know the chapter is mad short, but I promise there will be a lot in the next chapter.


The two stared at each other. Neith of them has changed since their last encounter in Ireland. How? They both thought. Mila still looked underage, and he still looked like he's in his mid to late twenties with a muscular build.

Mila quickly reaches for the elevator door to close it. Seeing him caused her to be creeped out. Logan runs for the elevator and stops the door from closing. She pressed down on the door as hard as she could to prevent him from entering but his strength took over. She backs into the far corner of the small box as he enters. What could he want. Her instincts were slowly creeping over her body.

Logan opens his mouth to speak, but instead is greeted to a punch to the jaw. From there, hell broke loose. She starts attacking with all her might. Punches and kicks hitting Logan in every part of his body. There is nothing stopping her. Anger building up inside of him but reminds himself that she's just a female. If he hits her, she might not get back up.

When a blind spot became available, Logan proceeds. He tackles her, pinning her petite body to the ground. She tries to get herself out of his grasp but he is too strong.

"Listen to me!" He growls.

"Why?!" She hisses back.

"Because I was sent to find you by a friend."

"Get off of me!" She yells.

"Not until you agree to stop attacking me, and talk to me!"

She shoots him a glare. She wasn't one to surrender, especially to some creep who is possibly stalking her. Maybe if she agrees, he can get off of her and she can kick him in the face.

"Fine! Now get the hell off of me!" She snarled.

He looks at her for a moment, and releases her. He gets to his feet, and puts out his hand. She evilly stares at it before grabbing it. She gets her to her feet, and goes for another strike. He grabs her fist and swings her arm behind her back.

"Ah!" She cries from the pain. "What do you want from me?"

"Take me to your apartment, and we'll talk." He said.

"And if I don't?" She asked in a snarky tone.

His grip tightens and he slowly pushes her arm higher.

She gasps at the pain. "Alright! Let me go!"

"Not until we're at your apartment." He said.

She sighs then presses the elevator button with her free hand. Logan; one. Mila; zero.


Mila plops on her leather sofa holding onto her wrist. "You know you didn't have to do it that hard."

"Maybe if you didn't try to fight me, I wouldn't have." He coldly said.

"What do you want from me?" She asks, looking up at the mysterious man.

"A friend of mine sent me to come and get you because of your ability." He answers.

Mila scoffs. "You mean curse, right?" She said.

Logan shrugs. "If that's what you what you want to call it."

"Why me?"

"An enemy of ours wants you for your ability." He answers.

She chuckles. "What is this? Why does everyone want me for this curse? First it was mystery and now you."

"Mystery? You mean Mystique?"

"Whatever, but what's so special about me and my ability?Is it that I can look someone in the eyes and pretty much manipulate them to do bad? Or is it the fact that I can become a person someone desires most? "

"Why don't you come back to the mansion to find out?" Logan suggests.

Mila looks at Logan for a moment, then sighs. "Fine."