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Just as they pulled out onto the road, a dark shape zoomed down towards them, almost hitting them. The man driving them, whom she now noticed had a nametag labeled Ricky resting on his dashboard, swerved and almost lost control of his car. The truck that almost smashed into them swerved at the last minute as well, but didn't stop to see if they were all right.

"Jackass," Ricky mumbled, glaring at the dark blue truck that was now in front of them.

Victor continued from the parking lot and into the woods surrounding it. After climbing a slight rise and descending on the other side of it, he could no longer see the lights from civilization. He fished around in his pockets for his cell phone and hurriedly flipped it open and dialed a sequence of numbers. He impatiently listened to the ringing, until someone picked up the other line. "Hello?" The man on the other line asked into the phone snidely.

"Yeah, it's me." Victor said just as coldly.

"Ah, Victor, good to hear from you. I take you found her, then?" The other man asked hopefully.

A sadistic smile spread across Victor's face. "That I did, she's on her way to New York. Hitched a ride with a human. What do you want me to do?"

"Follow her, and make sure you keep me updated as to her whereabouts. I won't let her escape again." The other man commanded. "But keep your distance. She's a vile little thing, with skills that rival even yours. She managed to bite me on the hand."

"Alright. You won't be disappointed. I'm not one of your human soldiers." Victor answered, ignoring the direct insult to his abilities and his kind. But he was also surprised that one so young could get even that close to killing the bastard general. He hung up, and took off at a sprint through the forest.

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Logan watched the sun set in the rearview mirror of "his" navy truck, but continued to drive through the town of Kenora. It was a small town, and he had almost pulled into the parking lot of the inn. But he had to keep driving, and get to New York. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and ignored the approaching darkness.

He found himself becoming lost in thought, and was vaguely aware that he wasn't concentrating on driving. And because of it, he didn't see the car that pulled out in front of him. He noticed at the last minute, as both he and the other driver swerved away from each other. "Damn it," Logan cursed, gripping the steering wheel tightly and trying to regain control. He kept going though, seeing that the other car was moving down the road behind him.

He should've stopped after that incident, but he didn't. He had to get to Westchester soon, so he could tell Xavier about General Marx and warn him about the new drug or any possible attacks. He knew it would be important, and they couldn't have a conversation like that over the phone, when you couldn't know who was listening in.

But more importantly to him, he wanted to get there and get back. Logan didn't feel comfortable leaving Kayla, or Acadia, knowing that someone was looking for them. He wanted to be there with Kayla, trying to remember. But he was just using that as an excuse. He normally didn't have any feeling besides apathy for anyone after knowing them for barely a few days, but this was different. Apparently, he had known her for much longer than that. It made him wonder what he was really missing out on without his memories.

He continued to drive, keeping the radio turned up to keep him awake. The city slicker in the sedan was still behind him, the one that pulled out in front of him. Every time he checked his rearview mirror, he thought he saw Acadia in the passenger seat. Shrugging it off as a side-effect of his fatigue, he stopped looking back. A few hours later, he saw them stop and turn onto a side road.

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"God, I'm tired." Ricky said irritably, rubbing his eyes. "We're stopping at the first place I see."

Acadia shrugged. She was somewhat tired. She had been running on adrenaline and fear for the last two days, with only one meal and a few hours of sleep. But she wasn't tired, and her instincts kept telling her to stay awake and on guard. There was a constant aura of tension around her, and she was paranoid that everyone knew exactly where she was. I'm going crazy, her rational mind thought.

They saw a sign that marked a small rest stop a few miles ahead, and Ricky hastily pulled his car into the shabby motel lot. Acadia grabbed her jacket and jumped out of the car. Ricky just stared at her with a strange expression, but then realized he didn't care enough and got out of the car himself.

Before Ricky could notice, Acadia sniffed the air. It had rained during the car ride, and the smell of water and damp trees dulled her heightened senses. She didn't smell the acrid stench of those government men who had attacked her twice, but she did smell something else. It blended into the dense scent of the soggy forest, and was barely distinct enough for any notice at all. But with her senses on high alert, she picked up the odor of musk and earth. That man Victor was close. She saw Ricky walking towards the motel's office and hurried after him.

The motel was a long, single-story building with a row of chipped doors and an office in the center. It had ten rooms, five on each side, and none bigger than the rest. Ricky paid for one night, and they walked down the sidewalk to the very end of the eastern side of the building. He unlocked the door and tried to open it. When it didn't budge, he jiggled the handle and threw his very slight weight into it. It burst open, paint chips falling onto the floor.

Their room had a single bed, a couple of chairs grouped around a small foldable table, an ugly red carpet, and a small bathroom. "I'll sleep on the floor," Ricky mumbled grudgingly, as if it pained him greatly to be polite.

"No, you go ahead and sleep on the bed; it's the least I can do to repay your… kindness." Acadia insisted, hoping he wouldn't catch the pause. But he only looked grateful, and threw his small suitcase onto the bed. Acadia rolled her eyes, and sat down on one of the rickety chairs. She watched him grab a few things out of his bag and skulk to the bathroom.

While Ricky was out of the room, Acadia sat and pondered her situation. On the one hand, it wasn't hard for her to get rides. On the other, she had the vague idea that Victor was after her, along with that Steven Marx character. Thinking about the general made her think about her mother, and about the awful things that they must be doing to her. It almost brought tears to her eyes, but Ricky opened the bathroom door and stepped out in a cloud of hot steam from the shower.

He was wearing only a pair pajama pants, and holding his old clothes under his arm. He glanced at her, and put his clothes down on the bed. His dark hair was still wet, and stuck to his neck and forehead. As much as she disliked him, Acadia couldn't help but admit he was beautiful. His only problem was his personality.

As if reading her thoughts, Ricky ran his fingers through his wet hair and sauntered over to her. He leaned one hand on the table and bent down so that they were eye to eye. He brought his face closer to hers, and stayed there for a moment before saying, "You know, I usually don't do nice things for people."

"You don't say…" Acadia said, trying to keep the distaste from her voice. She continued to act nonchalant, but she could sense his desire plainly.

"I do say." Ricky continued. "But I saw you, and I thought, 'well I can't leave her here, now can I?' So I didn't."

Feeling pinned back, Acadia stood up. Ricky allowed her to, but still pressed in on her. She backed away from him until she felt the wall against her. Ricky chuckled, and said, "But I do feel a little under-appreciated. It would be nice if somebody would recognize my good deed." He picked up a dark lock of Acadia's hair from her shoulder, and twirled the curl around his fingers. His hand trailed onto her shoulder, down her arm, and stopped at her wrist. He brought his other hand out and grabbed her other wrist, and then pinned them both behind her.

Acadia could feel her anger begin to mix with adrenaline in her blood making her skin heat up. She narrowed her eyes at him. He ignored it, and didn't even notice that they weren't even dark brown anymore. He leaned his head in towards her, and pecked her on the cheek. Her heartbeat sped up and intensified, until her heart was rapidly pounding into her sternum. Her breath sped up.

"It's strange," Ricky began as he nuzzled into her neck, "you look like you slept in the woods, but you still smell so sweet. Like wildflowers…" He trailed off and moved back up to her lips, kissing her full on.

That's about the time she couldn't stand it anymore. If there was one thing Acadia couldn't stand, it was not feeling in control, feeling powerless. And this man had her pinned against a wall. And she had let it happen. Twisting her hands around, she broke his grip on her wrists and grabbed his. Her claws were out, and gleaming angrily. She pushed him back. He was so astonished, he didn't even try to come back at her immediately.

Realizing that she had just pushed him, Ricky glared at her and prepared to strike her across the face. But Acadia growled under breath and swiped downward across his bare chest with one clawed hand. At first, it didn't look like she had done anything. But then the blood began to pour out of five deep, narrow gashes that reached from shoulder to hip. Ricky looked down, and felt the pain after he saw his ribs without skin on them.

With a pain-filled, terrified scream, he gripped his chest. But Acadia was long past mercy, and had anger boiling in her blood. She lunged at him and bit his shoulder, sinking in her fangs. He screamed again, grabbing a handful of her hair with a blood-soaked hand and trying to pull her away. She barely seemed to notice, though, and just pushed her sharp, deadly teeth further into his soft flesh. When she could no longer take the metallic taste of his blood, she pulled away from him, only to furiously strike at him with her claws repeatedly.

She stepped back from his body, which was now slumped halfway off the bed. The floor and comforter were stained with blood. Acadia stood still for a moment, just breathing, trying to calm down. She usually wouldn't attack people like that, but between her mom being kidnapped, being hunted like an animal, and someone attempting to rape her, she just snapped. She retracted her claws and fangs, but her eyes were still bright from the excitement.

Her brain stayed shut off for a moment, until she realized that she had to jump into action. Someone had to have heard him screaming. They will come to investigate; if not now, then in the morning. She ran over to his bag. She got out his wallet, his car keys, and searched his suitcase. He had a pair of sweat pants, a couple undershirts and tee shirts, and some boxers along with jeans and other nicer clothes. She took the sweats and the undershirts and ran out the door. She jumped into the driver's seat of his car as the magnitude of shock of what she'd just done overcame her.

Acadia peeled out of the parking lot as fast as she could manage, grief-stricken tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She rolled down the window and let the humid air into the car. It whipped her hair around her face and swirled throughout the car. She felt slightly lightheaded; that was the first time she'd ever killed someone without very good reason. It was the first time she'd lost control like that. Say what you want about being human; you're an animal. Logan's words echoed around her mind.

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