Sry for the really long time it took to get this updated. I've been studying for exams which will end this week. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: Refer to first chapter, Drago belongs to sayainking90,

To sayainking90: Thanks for the great idea!

The boy transformed back to the form Kitty had first seen him in. "Everyone's who's trained to kill you knows who you are," he said plainly. "Weapon X, though I heard you go by Wolverine now."

"Logan," the aforementioned man said curtly.

Kitty looked at him, surprised that he would give away his name so readily. "Drago," he replied, still watching them with cautious eyes.

"Kitty," Kitty said grudgingly, when Drago looked at her questioningly. "Where's the Elf?" Logan asked gruffly.

"I asked him to wait," Kitty answered shortly.

She looked pointedly at Logan. He could obviously smell Kurt out and she didn't want to give away his position, especially when he was in such a vulnerable state. Logan showed no change in his stoic expression, his eyes flickering to Kitty for only a second.

Drago spoke up, "So what are you doing in the middle of these woods, Kitty? Or should I say Weapon 54889?"
"Kitty will be fine," the brunette said sharply. After glaring at him for a minute, she continued, "We just escaped from a man named Bolivar Trask. He experiments on mutants, forces them to do his dirty work for him. Now we have a bunch of his lackeys running after us. Probably coming to 'neutralize' us."

As she spoke, she observed the expressions that flitted over Drago's face. First interest, then a grim look, then anger, which quickly switched back to the same caution-filled look he had worn before. "I can lead you to a safe place. It's where I live," Drago finally said. "Bring the furry guy along too."

Frowning, Kitty started, "How did you-?"

"Know? I have heightened senses. Part of my mutant power," Drago finished.

Kitty nodded and turned to get Kurt. When Kurt saw her, he asked weakly, "Who's there?"

"Hopefully, a friend," Kitty grunted as she hoisted Kurt up.

"We're here."

Logan sniffed warily around as they approached a cave. It seemed harmless enough. There was something cooking in a fire-lit corner, a bed made out of layers of animal skins and tree branches. The only dangerous item there was a knife strung to the bed.

Depositing his firewood in a corner, Drago gestured for Kitty to set Kurt on the makeshift bed. Kitty, who was supporting Kurt, guided the tired mutant to the bed. Moaning in pleasure as he lay down, Kurt murmured, "Danke, freund." "You're welcome," Drago said warmly. Striding over to what he had been cooking before, he took it out of the fire, revealing it to be a large hunk of some sort of animal meat.

Accepting some meat, Kitty passed it to Kurt, who smiled and mouthed something to her. She offered a half-smile and bit into her food, whispering softly with Kurt. Logan took half of the remaining while Drago took the other half. They ate mostly in silence, the air permeated only by Kurt and Kitty's private murmurings.

"But vhy, Katzchen?" Kurt asked for the third time.

"I think we can trust Logan because he was Weapon X. You know what 'weapons' like us and him have to go through. We know that Logan was not a willing subject of the Weapon X program. Remember when Trask 'taught' us, he told us that Weapon X was currently on Xavier's side," Kitty whispered, glancing momentarily at the aforementioned man.

"Anozher zhing, even I'm smart enough to know zhat judging from how loyal Logan is to Xavier, ve'll probably be going zhere next."

"Exactly. Where we'll be among other mutants. But-"

"Considering Logan's zhe vone ve 'ran off' vith, Trask vill be expecting zhis," Kurt cut in, his brow furrowed. "He von't just let us off. Eizher he'll kill us or try and capture us again."

"Correct again, Fuzzy. But Trask will be greedy. It's one of his disgusting traits. He'll probably try to take a souvenir with him, and he'll definitely be ready because he has the list. He probably already decided which one to take even before we escaped, which was why he needed the list," Kitty paused, and Kurt grimaced at the thought. "The man's persistant. His movement's will be predictable. Take the strongest mutant and break him/her. That's his thought process."

"Vait, are you implying zhat you actually vant to try and help whoever Trask's targeting?"

"Not exactly. Priority is to find a way to remove whatever's preventing you from using your powers. We go over our options after that. Then we'll think about saving others," Kitty said firmly, before digging into her food.

Logan, unable to pick up what the two teen mutants were saying even with his sensitive hearing, turned his attention to the strange boy.

"So, Kid…" Logan started. "Whatcha doin' hidin' out in a place like this?"

"I never said I was hiding," responded the albino.

"Sure seems like it. So answer the question."

Finishing the last of his food, Drago sucked on a finger thoughtfully before replying, "When I was a kid, my mutant powers emerged and I had to run away. A guy named William Stryker, whom I'm sure YOU know, found me and forced me to work for him as a killer, a monster. My codename was Destroyer. Kept me in an adamantium cage. I only escaped through pure luck. Managed to take off the damn thing tracking my movements. I might be the one finding you guys right now if I hadn't escaped that day." Offering a wry smile, Drago continued, "I guess we're kind of alike aren't we, Logan?"

Logan, not knowing what to say, merely grunted in acknowledgement, practically burying his face in what was left of his food. "Ugh, Logan I know you fight like an animal and all, but I didn't know you ate like one too," Kitty's voice sounded from her and Kurt's secluded corner.

"There's a lot of things yer don't know 'bout me, Half-pint," Logan smirked, as Kitty reacted just as he thought she would at the nickname.

Drago, mildly amused by Kitty and Logan's exchange, cut Kitty's rant with a, "So what do you guys plan to do tomorrow morning?"

Kitty and Kurt exchanged meaningful looks. Logan looked at the two of them, frowning, before addressing all three of the teens, "If they want to tag along, we'll be goin' to a guy I know. He takes in mutant refugees, trains some o' them, helps them survive."

"Xavier then," the three of them said at the same time.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "How'd you kids know 'bout Chuck?"

Drago said dryly, "The guy's pretty much a legend to us."

Kurt piped up, "Ve're mutant assassins. Ve'd be useless if ve didn't know about Herr Xavier."

"In short, Baldie's reputation precedes him," Kitty finished.

Logan smirked, before asking, "So, you two comin'?"

The two agreed, and Logan turned to Drago. At the questioning look on Logan's face, Drago looked uncertain. "We'll see," he finally said. Logan nodded, accepting the albino's indefinite answer for the moment.

"You guys better catch some sleep," Drago said softly, as he turned away from them, an impassive expression on his face.

The next morning, Kitty, Kurt and Logan were greatly refreshed and ready to go. The two young assassins waited as Logan talked with Drago.

"So, Stryker's dead?" Drago asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, well at the least the kids say so," Logan answered.

Drago looked as his 'home', frowning. Finally, after mulling over the idea, he decided, "I think I'll go with you guys to see Xavier."
Logan grinned, well, as closest to a grin as he could manage.

"I won't stay if I don't like it there," Drago warned.

"Whatever you want kid, not as if I'm goin' to stop ya," Logan shrugged.

As the feral walked out of the cave, Drago gathered his stuff, which wasn't much, and gave a last sweeping look around the cavern. Smiling slightly, he murmured, "I'm going to kind of miss this place."
"Hurry up, kid! We ain't got all day!"

Rolling his eyes, Drago ran off to join the small group.