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Midnight Rider
Finishing his plate Logan paid the tab and walked out across the car park getting into his new but old truck, the engine whining as he put it into gear and jammed on the ignition never giving it time to warm up from the bitter cold. His mind now on other things aside from the past like the money he was going to make the opponent he would face. The Wolverine inside of his mind already geared up for a good fight. The only thing now a days that Logan let the Wolverine out for since leaving the mansion.
Even in the cage Logan had to keep the Wolverine in close check or else he would completely take over releasing the claws and slaughter everything insight. The Wolverine wanted to take over to be dominant all the time but there were only two times when he left him to dominant fighting and fucking.
Driving the fifteen minuets to the fight bar the snow was starting to come down heavy on the window screen the wipers working overtime to keep up with the downfall. The sun had faded out behind the snow capped mountains and all the way left was the light from the snow and the head lights of his truck. Cracking the window a bit he lit up a fresh cigar and inhaled as he pulled up in the already packed car park looking around at the people shivering as they walked towards its grungy entrance. Getting out his feet crunching in the snow the wind whipping around him ducking down moving forward as the wind tried to slow his pace but his long muscular legs traveled with expert steps as he grabbed the door easily wrenching it open against the wind. Making his way through the crowd towards the bar there was already one fighter in the cage getting the shit knocked out of him by a burly lumber jack looking guy as he walked up to the bar getting himself a beer and knocking one long ash from his cigar and getting himself signed up for the next fight.
He's opponent would be the man in the cage now raising his fists into the air in victory some of the crowd screamed in praise of him others cursed as they lost there money.
Shedding his jackets and shirts he moved through the crowd to the fenced door of the cage and jerked it open stepping inside after the announcer a short balding man whom reminded him of the announcer in Laughlin City but then again a lot of the same kinds of people frequented bars just like this one. And Logan rarely took time to look at the faces, they all looked the same to him no matter who they where.
As the announcer stepped out securing the cage door the bell rung and both men began to stalk each other around the cage. The winner of the last match took the first swing but Logan had anticipated his move and ducked quickly punching him in the gut before grabbing his hair and bringing his knee swiftly into his face easily breaking his nose.
Stumbling backwards the man feel against the fencing of the cage wiping the blood from his nose on the back of his hand before launching himself at Logan. Grabbing him by his shirts Logan tossed him like an over grown rag doll into the opposite corner of the cage the fence rattling from the impact. Logan's eyes dilating as the Wolverine inside of his mind prepared to finish this battle of strengths. Walking towards the man who'd crumpled down on the mat and picking him up he threw him back into the middle of the cage as he tried to crawl to his feet landing a strong right hook to his jaw he threw his arms out from the blow trying to catch his balance before Logan grabbed the collars of his shirt punching him again before he fell to the mat unconscious and the bell rang signaling that the match was over.
Two strong men walked inside no doubt they worked for the man who owned the bar picking up the bloodied man and dragging him out of the ring. In his victory Logan took no noticed of the soldiers and the large bald man who'd just entered the bar. It was Steve the jerk from Laughlin City he'd caught him watching at a few bars before this one but he'd not dared to enter the ring with Wolverine again since that incident.
Walking back into his corner of the ring he picked of a shot glass of whiskey that had been left there by the previous fighter and swallowed it down savoring the stinging burn as it went down his throat and heated up his body. Glaring out at the audience daring one brave fool to step into the cage with him. There came through the crowd Steve he looked like he hadn't changed much since Laughlin City and Logan was gearing up for this he was going to enjoy beating the hell out of this idiot again.
"I'll fight'em!" Steve hollered over the crowd of people screaming and cursing.
Logan turned his attention to the cage door as he walked in the dim light shinning of his bald dome and the cage was once again secured closed this time his sensitive ears picked up the click of a pad lock. They where locking him in his senses picking up on there plan as Steve lunged at Logan taking him back into the fencing holding him by the neck as more soldiers started to spread out through the crowd which was quickly starting to disappear at the sight of there rifles.
Growling Logan kicked Steve in the groin sending him backwards holding his family jewels in a howl of pain stalking around him watching as the soldiers began to surround the cage there guns aimed ready to fire should he try to escape.
Narrowing his eyes growling at the soldiers this gave Steve time to catch his breath as he pulled a knife from the inside of his layer of shirts and turned on Logan again, so he was working with them probably went around running his mouth about his he'd beat the shit out of this mutant with claws and had ended up catching the attention of the secret Canadian military.
His ears picking up the sound of the knife being sheathed Logan spun around just in time to counter Steve's attack but not quick enough as the knife sliced across the small of his muscular back the wound healing instantly as Steve's eyes widened in shock apparently he'd forgotten about Logan's healing factor but he was sure he remembered the claws as he released them from the skin beneath his knuckles with a familiar 'snikt' and Logan thrust his claws out in attack raging at Steve as he plunged forward as Steve made a move for the door of the cage rattling it wanting out. Stabbing his claws through his back he picked him up throwing him across the cage bleeding and coughing up blood as he died slowly.
As Logan stalked around the cage summing up the members he had to dispatch before getting away seven soldiers all around surrounded the cage with there guns aimed. His claws dripping with blood he drew back his fists slashing through the fencing of the cage as shots began to be fired towards his form the first rounds never slowing him down as he pounced out of the cage taking out the first three soldiers in front of him as more came around his back firing bullets penetrating his flesh and as quickly as they did his healing factor pushed the bullets out healing over the scars.
Turning on the last four two were trying to reload as the other two continued to fire his healing factor on over load as he lashed at one his claws slashing through his abdomen as his other arm took off the arm of another there screams ringing out in his ears and he finished off the last two but his body was not reacting slowly to the last bullet wounds they'd slowed him down. His only hope was there hadn't been back up waiting outside. His ears couldn't pick up the sounds of there feet or the sound of helicopters sweeping over head slowly aching his claws sank back into his forearms as he grabbed his jacket and shirts making his way out of the bar slowly and out into the empty car park seeing his truck he got in starting the engine knowing he had to get as far away as he could before losing consciousness.
Driving his hands clutching the steering wheel tightly checking his rear view mirror every few minuets until sun rise when his eyes were beginning to strain to stay open. He had to stop somewhere he had to sleep off the rest of the healing. No matter what anyone seemed to think Logan was just like everyone else yes he could heal from just about anything but without letting his body stop and rest it was useless to him without the proper rehabilitation time.
He didn't want to stop at a hotel he wanted to keep moving but he knew if he kept going he would probably pass out behind the wheel of his truck crash it and who ever it was after him now would have it easy capturing him with the new wounds from a crash so he quickly pulled in at a hotel the neon light flashing 'Vacant' but the first and third letters were burned out so it looked more like ' a ant' parking he got out grabbing his bag dragging his feet to the office and getting a room. Thankfully the room was close room 3 as he made his way inside and locked the door he didn't bother to turn on the light he just stumbled towards the bed before completely passing out as his body made contact with the mattress.
