Silence
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The silence was deafening as we drove through the mountains, the only sound the engine of the truck as it powered its way along the snow covered road. I sat sandwiched between the wolverine, who was driving, and Rogue, who seemed to not understand the concept of personal space. Her gloved hands clenched my arm nervously as she leaned into me for warmth, and her stomach growled loud enough for even a normal human to hear. She fidgeted for a bit before suddenly asking if the wolverine had any food in his truck. He tensed before reaching over to open up the glove box, and the wonderful smell of beef jerky filled the vehicle. She ripped open the package like her life depended on it, and I stared amusedly as she shoved most of it in her mouth, not bothering to share. The wolverine chuckled, drawing my attention away from the rapidly disappearing food. His eyes flickered to mine as I looked at him, taking in the medium length dark brown hair that winged up around his ears and the way his brown eyes darted from me to the road, nervous and impatient. "What." He asked, a slight scowl appearing on his face.
"I'm Brooke. And that's Rogue." I introduced, nodding towards Rogue as she scarfed down the last of the dehydrated meat. He hummed a response and looked at me for a moment before he replied. "Wolverine." I smirked at the name. "Really. Well, 'wolverine' is quite the stage name, but I was looking for something a little more official." Seeing the hesitant look on his face I added "Look, Rogue will go first." She looked at me incredulously for a moment before giving in and answering. "Marie. My real name is Marie." I turned back to him expectantly. " Logan." he grumbled, his eyes now looking at the road. Marie spoke suddenly, " where you in the army? Don't those mean you were in the army?" She pointed towards two dog tags that hung around his neck. How had I missed those before? Looking back I had been pretty preoccupied with his scent and hadn't really taken in what he was wearing when he came out to the bar. My study of the silver tags ended when he hid them under his shirt.
Uncomfortable silence filled the truck as we continued to drive to who knows where. I would have asked of our destination, but I was side tracked by Rogue as she peeled off her gloves and attempted to warm her hands. Logan flicked on the heater and reached over me to move her hands towards the vent. She jerked away and pressed herself up against the door, getting as far away from us as possible and quickly putting her gloves back on. Logan and I stared as she looked at us nervously. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt ya, kid." Grumbled Logan and I nodded my head in agreement. she looked at us for a second before she answered. "Nothing personal, it's just, whenever people touch my skin, something bad happens."
We contemplated this for a moment. "fair enough." I answered. Logan rubbed his knuckles in thought. Rogue once again asked a blunt question."Does it hurt? When they come out?" I glanced over at him, his hands flexing before he answered. "Every time." The awkward silence made me fidget. Rogue turned to me, and asked "what about you? What's up with your... Claws." She made her fingers into hooks as she asked, making me smile. "Well, I can't really Control them." I flexed my fingers to see if anything would happen. " actually, I can't really seem to control anything about my...mutation." Rogue looked at me before smiling. "fair enough."
We drove for ten more minutes before she started to talk again. " you know, you two should really be wearing your seat belts." She advised. I looked at her, as my seat didn't seem to have a seatbelt, and Logan just smirked. "Look kid, I don't need you to tell me how to-" The truck stopped dead as we hit something on the road, sending Logan and I crashing through the windshield. Glass cut into my cheek as I landed in the snow, and my body felt white hot with pain. A cracking made me look over, and I stared at Logan's mangled form as his bones moved back into position. He stood up carefully, his eyes searching the surroundings before locking with mine. He quickly came and kneeled down beside me, his eyes wide. "Hey, can you move?" I slowly lifted my arm, and a tingling went down my spine at the pain the movement caused. I froze as the tingling began to spread through my body, like pins and needles all over. My arm no longer hurt as I pushed my self up into a sitting position and looked myself over, ignoring the wolverine as he stared.
I was quite the alarming sight, with my skinny jeans ripped and puncture wounds up and down my arms from the glass. My jacket now totally shredded, I swiftly peeled it off, wincing as the dried blood from my stab wound pulled at my skin. My grey tank top was stained with blood and my bare arms revealed quickly freezing trails of red, but there were no open wounds. I faced Logan as he shifted towards me, his hand cautiously moving towards my face. I sat still as his fingers brushed my blonde hair off my face before gently tugging out a protruding piece of glass from my cheek. I looked at him, his brown eyes warm as we stared at each other. We both jumped as Rogues voice rang out from the truck. "Hey!" Logan stood, reaching his hand down to pull me up. I brushed my self off once I was standing and started towards Logan as he began to go to help Rogue out of the trashed vehicle. "Is everything okay?" I asked loudly. " I'm stuck." She replied dryly. Logan was just about to the truck when he stopped and looked around quickly. My nose twitched as it caught the scent of another mutant, and I silently stepped closer to the wolverine.
Bam! A large body tackled Logan to the ground and I instinctively leapt away from the fight, Surprised as I ended up landing on top of the camper. I gave myself a minute to wonder what just happened before sliding down the front of the truck, carefully avoiding the sharp shards of glass. Rogue screamed as the beast-man got Logan by the throat and threw him towards me as I crouched on the hood. I couldn't get out of the way quick enough as he landed on top of me, knocking the breath out of me, his weight pinning me to the Cold metal. My head banged against the truck, causing spots to dance before my eyes, and making my ears ring. I turned slowly to look at the attacker as he began to stalk towards us and stared unbelieving as he stopped and was suddenly blown away by a unnaturally well aimed gust of wind.
Logan's unconscious form was squashing my lungs, and my eyesight went blurry as I struggled to breath. My head spun as the dark shadow of a person appeared and lifted him off me, my heart hammering as I gulped down much needed oxygen. God, he was heavier than he looked! I attempted to sit up but my head spun and my eyesight began fading quickly. I was suddenly pulled off the truck and into someone's arms as a wave of heat blew out of the vehicle, the smell of smoke curling its way up my nose. When had the truck caught on fire? Rogues face flashed in my spinning mind, and I attempted to look for her, but my eyes and ears didn't seem to be working properly. The last thing I remember before my mind shut down was a flash of light, a loud whoosh, and a wave of heat that burned as it swept across my back.