giveGodtheGlory; You still haven't told them what Ruhko means.
Icey; Whoops. KK, here it is, if I remember correctly. If not may I be hit by a bolt of lightning and have gGtG fix it.
Ahem, Ruhko is Jappaneese looks sideways at gGtG for coaching for... Wolf Child.
Yup, that's what Ruhko means.
Uh huh.
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Steph's head jerked up in fear towards the door, right as Logan started the bike forward.
"Ah, cut it out, kid," he said, Steph could see the front of his jacket moving, and hear Ruhko's fearful squeaks at being jostled around so much.
BAM! Logan cried out in pain as a bullet hit him in the arm, the trucker who shot him stopping to get another bullet as the others started to run after the bike, which swerved. There was no time to tell Logan anything, so Steph clamped her hands hard on his ears and spun her head around.
She screamed. It wasn't out of fear, it was a defense and since Ruhko could listen to Steph at the moment she didn't scream anything, because Ruhko would not do well hearing her swear as much as she'd like to.
The effects were instantaneous, the trucker in front dropped like a stone, but whether he was dead or merely unconscious it was hard to tell. As he fell all the other men shot hands up to their ears, but too late, they also dropped. The bike swerved, Logan groaned as another scream, human this time, sounded from inside the diner. It was the nice waitress, the stupid woman who had giving Ruhko the stuffed animal that was in Steph's pocket at the very moment.
Steph saw that all of the truckers were down, most of them, if not all, were dead and Steph managed to stop herself from continuing to scream as Logan groaned and the bike spun out of control, then toppled over and throwing all three riders off into the side of the road.
Steph hit the ground hard and rolled, ending up on her back she looked at the sky, her head spinning from more than the attack and the crash, her mind suddenly remembering what Logan had said.
"Let go a my daughter while ya still can!" why had he said daughter? They were closer, no doubt, and Steph had posed as his daughter since they were at the first hotel, but he didn't have to say that. He could have said "Let go a her", or something, but he didn't. Steph wondered if she was stilly dizzy from the crash or if there was a meaning to the phrase, but then Logan, looking incredibly worried and clutching Ruhko to his chest stumbled up, still dizzy from Steph's scream, though the dizziness was short and his arm had already healed from the bullet.
"You ok kid?" he asked, kneeling down by her. Ruhko was still, her eyes wide with terror as she softly whined and clutched Logan's shirt as tight as her chubby fingers would allow. Steph dug around in her pocket and pulled out her slate, which had somehow remained in tact.
I'm good, is Ruhko alright? Logan nodded.
"Jus' freaked," he said. Then he looked back at the bodies of the truckers. "That was some move you pulled." Steph looked away from them, feeling guilty about rushing into things like she had. They probably could have gotten away, and then she wouldn't be a killer now... again. Logan saw the look in her eyes and sat down beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"It wasn't yer fault, kid," he said, half sternly, half sadly. "Yeh did what yeh needed to, probably saved yerself and Ruhko, it was all yeh could do." He paused and Steph looked down at her feet, anywhere but the dead men. She couldn't handle that at the moment, probably couldn't ever but especially not now. "I'm proud o' ya," Logan said. Steph looked up at him and then wrote on her slate.
Will your bike still work? Logan smiled and stood up.
"It's been through worse. Let's get outta here before the cops show up, ya sure yer ok?" Steph nodded and got up also, with Logan's help. Then the short man picked up his bike and looked it over, grunted with satisfaction that it was in working order, and climbed on it, motioning for Steph to get on also. She was still wearing the helmet, so as soon as she was on Logan kicked it into life and started down the road again.
"It might be late tonight," he called back, meaning how long until they reached the school. The school, the place he had told her allot about. She had heard the name's Ro, Jean, Rogue, Cyke, and of course, Professor Xavier already from Logan's attempts to tell her about it so she could get an idea of the place before she went. It was supposed to be a mansion, meaning huge, and have lots of runaways and cast outs like Steph there, all mutants. And, of course, it was a school.
But it was full of people, and as far as Steph could tell, no one besides little Ruhko was immune to Steph's voice, and a school was full of kids, laughing, talking, yelling whispering teenagers who would greet Steph with "Hi!"'s and "Hey, me name is so'n'so, who are you?"s and then would probably think Steph stuck up or mean because she wouldn't reply, she was unable to reply, and would move off and not look at them to make that fact easier to bear.
Still, she was out of luck, no bike, no home, no money for food and no way to make it in a world full of humans who would kill her immediately if they found out who she was. Plus Logan was nice to her, she couldn't just take off and get herself killed, as he had put it once. She would try the school, and probably not like it, but she wouldn't run off now and leave Logan to go figure out what to do about having a little kid, who he obviously had no idea how to take care of, and not having the kid he was supposed to bring 'Chuck'.
Then Steph thought about it, hugging Logan tightly to not fall off and be run over by the other traffic on the road, and remember something. Logan had mentioned that the professor had helped a few of the students control their powers, learn how to hide them and make them stronger when they did need them, maybe he could do the same to Steph's voice. Maybe, with his help, Steph could figure out how to control it so she could talk again, sing again without everyone around her dropping like stones. That was the only other reason she would go to this school, well, those two and to make sure Logan learned how to care for Ruhko properly.
Steph's hand was grabbed by the infant at that moment, and over the sounds of wind and cars Steph could hear the baby giggle as she pulled on her hand, then felt Ruhko put her little warm head on it and fall asleep after tugging it into Logan's jacket further. Maybe Logan smiled, his head looked down at the baby and Steph's hand, which was now trapped in Ruhko's little but strong hands and laid on by her head.
"Keeping her happy?" Logan called back, chuckling. "Good, then she won't stick me in the sides." Steph couldn't answer, being unable to get to her writing slate and Logan not being able to drive and read anyway, but she stuck her own long fingernails into his side with her free hand, just to prove Logan couldn't completely get away with that.