I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.

Laura's P.O.V.

I come to when I hear a loud horn blast next to me. My eyes burst open and I fly into a sitting position. I see that I'm lying on the side of the road in what seems to be the middle of nowhere. Where the hell am I? What's the date? I rub my forehead as I look at my watch. October eleventh, twenty-thirteen. Jesus. It actually worked.

I feel a smile forming on my face. I'm in the year twenty-thirteen. Five years before I was born. The smile grows wider. Dad is still alive. I can still save him. My heart flutters against my ribcage at the thought.

I slide my book bag off of my back and find that everything seems to be alright, except the gummy worms, which are melted. Damn! I can't have anything. I huff as I zip up my book bag, slip it back onto my back, and stand up.

It's okay, Laura, I tell myself. You can always get more gummy worms. They should be the least of your worries, anyway. You have to focus on getting to New York so that you can find Dad. But how the hell am I going to get to New York? I don't even know where I am. I guess I just have to start walking and then hitch a ride from someone.

I decide to start walking in the direction that faces away from the setting sun and pop in my earbuds. I turn on a song by Anna Martin, an artist who is still pretty new but has an amazing voice. I turn the music on loud enough to drown out my own thoughts but still be able to hear what's going on around me.

Over the next few hours I walk and walk and walk. I don't see another soul, maybe the occasional squirrel or chipmunk, but other than that, nothing. This is getting ridiculous. How can I not pass by anybody? It's literally dark out. The annoyance that has been building in my chest over the last few hours breaks me. I scream out of frustration. I'm hungry and tired and I just want to fucking get to New York. Is that too much to ask for? And to top it all off, my damn phone is dead.

I huff as I continue walking, swearing under my breath in Spanish. I really wish I could steal a car right now. But in order to steal a car, there'd have to actually be a car to steal.

After about another half hour I finally see headlights appear behind me. My heart jumps as I turn around and stick my thumb out. The rusty blue Buick stops a couple dozen feet from me and I walk up to the driver's side window. As I stop beside the window, I automatically regret my decision to stick my thumb out. In the driver's seat sits a white man in his mid-twenties with blond hair and a big nose. In the passenger seat sits a dark-skinned man with a nice haircut and thick eyebrows. The radio is blasting out rap music and I can see that the car is littered with garbage.

"Where're you headed?" Blondie asks with a smile on his face. If I wasn't lucky enough to be able to defend myself, then that smile would give me the creeps. But I've seen things that are a hundred times scarier than him, so it doesn't bother me.

"New York," I tell him.

"Aren't you a little young to be hitchhiking?"

"Aren't you a little old to be flirting with a teenager?" I shoot back at him. He rolls his eye.

"Touché. Get in." Still regretting every second of this, I get in the car, sitting on the back seat. I don't even bother putting my headphones back in, I just sit there and watch the two men like hawks. I don't trust them for a minute. I just have to wait for the right time to take them out and steal their car.

We're on the road for about an hour, with me not taking my eyes off of them, when Blondie turns onto a dirt road that is surrounded by forest. As we drive down the road, the two men share a look. I know what they're planning. I've seen enough evil in this world to know that they're planning to stop the car, rape me and probably murder me. But I'm not scared. I'm more than able to defend myself.

After about five minutes, Blondie stops the car and turns it off, plunging us into darkness. Lucky for me I can see really well in the dark. We sit in silence for a couple of moments. Then Blondie and Eyebrows turn around to face me. Eyebrows turns on the overhead light, though that doesn't make much difference.

I know what they're seeing when they look at me. I'm only five feet tall and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. I don't look a day over twelve. But I have a saying that I wish everybody would go by: never judge a book by its cover. And boy that's what Blondie and Eyebrows are doing.

Blondie lifts his arm up and reveals a navy green hunting knife with a blade that curves up and glistens sickeningly in the light. They know that I see the knife and are waiting for my reaction. I don't know why, but the fact that they look so serious is funny to me. I make a sound that is somewhere in between a snort and a laugh. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me. Maybe it's the fact that Blondie stabbing me with that knife would tickle at most; I've felt worse pain then a stab wound.

What happens next is kind of a blur to me. I know that the whole thing must have lasted ten minutes or so, but it seemed more like ten seconds. After I laugh at them, Eyebrows demands that I take my clothes off. I tell them to jump off a cliff, or something of that nature. Then Blondie stabs me in the chest.

Funny. It didn't tickle but it did give me that jolt of adrenaline that makes me feel alive. Don't get me wrong, it did hurt like a bitch, but I didn't pay attention to it. I was more focused on the two men.

When they saw that the knife in my chest didn't kill me or make me writhe in pain, they shared a confused and sort of scared look.

I grabbed ahold of Blondie's wrist with such strength that I'm pretty sure both him and Eyebrows heard the bone snap. And boy did Blondie feel it. I let his wrist go and he cradled it to his chest, screaming and writhing in pain. They then watched as I removed the knife from my chest. I could feel my wound heal immediately, and I dropped the knife on the floor.

"What the hell are you?" Eyebrows gasped.

"I'm the Wolverine," I snarled.

I opened the backdoor and slipped out. I then ripped the driver's side door open and grabbed Blondie by the front of his shirt and ripped him out of the car. I heard Eyebrows exit the car in a hurry and start running into the woods. I would go after him after I was finished with Blondie.

I unsheathed my claws and they glistened in the moonlight. I went into another world at that moment. It was like I was a different person. Like I was a wild animal or something. I dug the claws on my right hand into Blondie's throat and ripped them out. I heard his screams fade as he bled to death. And I liked the feeling... for a tenth of a second. Then I felt guilt about taking his life... which was quickly replaced by the fact that I had to go after Eyebrows.

I left Blondie's body and ran as fast as I could after Eyebrows. I followed his scent and caught up with him within a matter of seconds. I leapt at him from behind. I dug my claws into his back and neck. We fell to the ground and he was still squirming somehow. He was a fighter, I gave him that. I ripped my claws out and dug the claws on my right hand into his skull.

I then hid both bodies in a ditch covered with leaves, and walked back to the car in a daze. I got in the car and had to move the seat all the way up so that I could reach the pedal. I then turned the car back, turned the car around, and got back on the road.

That leads me to right now. It's been an hour since I killed those men and I know that I have to do a couple of things. First, I have to change my bloody clothes, then I have to stop at a gas station or something and get a map and some food. And then I have to get some sleep because I'm exhausted and I know that I won't be able to do anything on zero sleep.

I drive another fifteen minutes before finding a gas station. I pull into the parking lot and park in a dark spot where I change my clothes so that I don't look suspicious. I then fill the car with gas and go inside the building.

The building smells like burnt coffee and stale bread and looks deserted. I ignore the weird look I get from the woman behind the counter and head towards the snack isle. I get another bag of sour gummy worms, one bag of sour cream and cheese Pringles, a bag of beef jerky, and a tall can of tea. I bring them all up to the counter and add a map to the pile.

I wait as the cashier rings up the stuff and adds thirty dollars' worth of gas to the total. She looks like she wants to say something to me, most likely about my age, but she doesn't. It's only then that I notice the scary look on my face. I'm scowling deeply and from the small mirror set up on the counter, I can see that I have dark circles under my eyes. I look dangerous. No wonder she doesn't question my age.

After I pay for my stuff and walk out to the car, I eat the junk food that I've bought while I read the map. In this map, they highlighted where I currently am, which is Bottineau, North Dakota. Okay. That's a start. I search the car and find an old pen and highlight a good route to Westchester, New York.

Alright. I'm not going to get on the road tonight for fear that I'll fall asleep on the road, so I lock the car doors, climb into the back seat, and lay down. Tomorrow, I'll start the long journey to New York so that I can start an even longer journey to Canada to find my father.

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~Gina