Yeah, yeah, I know. This'n's even shorter. :( I don't own X-Men. (By now we all know my sentiments on that! :P ) Rhett an all his folks belong to me however. REVEIW! Thanks to you awsome few who did, but everybody else needs to take the initiative! Cyber cookies to anyone who does! Enjoy yourselves an' I'll try to get a longer chapter up soon!
Wolverine slipped through the open doors. Once upon a time, the house had a balcony on the front with glass French doors. The lock had long since rusted away, but the doors were still there. He scented carefully. The strange man's scent and that of the little boy were strongest downstairs. But the little girl….He made his way on silent feet from one room in the house to another.
His sharp ears caught the faint scratch of cloth against rough wood. He turned. There was a closet and two rooms in that direction. He'd already checked the rooms…. He tried the handle. Locked. Oh well. He pulled the pins out of the hinges, jerked the door out of its frame and set it against the wall. It'd be bad if he skewered the little girl while cutting open the door.
Huddled in the back corner of the closet tied and gagged was Ericka. He reached in and gently lifted her out.
"C'mere kid. Let's get those ropes off a ya." He popped a claw on one hand and sliced through the cords on her wrists and ankles. Once her hands were free, she immediately jerked off the gag.
"The bad man said he was gonna kill Rhett and Jeremy!" she whispered, eyes wide.
Wolverine picked her up, snagging her stuffed rabbit out of the closet doorway with his other hand. "The X-men won't let that'n happen." He said, carrying her back toward the French doors. He set her down by one of the tree trunks that were growing up through the floor. "You stay here, until you hear yer parents or some'un who says they're an X-man call and say it's safe. Understand?"
Ericka nodded and he handed her the rabbit. She clutched it close to her chest, rocking nervously as she watched Wolverine make his way back into the deeper recesses of the house. Then he turned through a doorway and he was out of her sight. She was alone again. She shook her head vehemently. No. She quietly got up and followed him.
Unaware of his little shadow, Wolverine made his way down the hall to the stairs he had seen earlier. It sounded like things were taking a turn for the worse downstairs, if what he was hearing through the com-link was right. He padded quietly down the stairs. As he neared the bottom he heard Auger speak. "That's two out of four. Where's the rest?"
Aww cripes. He thought peering around the corner.