I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.

Laura's P.O.V.

I'm hit with a cool blast of air as I enter a small store located in the middle of the town I am currently in. I've been in Alberta for about a week, and I still haven't found my damned father. I swear I've searched every inch of the woods and all I've found is a dirty old homeless woman who had made herself a camp in the middle of the woods.

I'm starting to lose my patience and must remind myself constantly that I'm in way too deep to turn back now.

I walk through the aisles as I try to find the stuff that I need. I need a new package of hairbands because I broke the only one that I brought with me, some more food, and a pair of hiking boots because the shoes I have on now are not doing it for me.

It takes me about fifteen minutes to gather everything that I need, then I head up to the cash register to buy the things. In the line in front of me are a group of loud men who are most likely drunk, and a man who looks like he's homeless with a rat's nest of long brown hair, and a beard and mustache, along with ratty old clothing.

I politely wait my turn, and when the group of men leave and the homeless man steps up to pay for his things, I hear him mutter something, and my heart skips a beat. It's him.

I look up at the man, and take a closer look at him. Yep, that's my dad, all right. Underneath all that hair, I can make out some familiar features. His light brown eyes, the shape of his nose and face. I guess I didn't recognize him at first because he's so young. I can barely believe my eyes. He doesn't have any wrinkles and his hair doesn't have a hint of gray in it.

I almost burst into tears seeing him alive and young and not in pain or dying. I can't believe I spent a week looking for him, and on the day that Yukio is supposed to find him and bring him to Japan, I stumble across him by accident. That's literally the story of my life, to be honest. As he's about to leave, he looks down at me for a moment, probably because I'm starting at him like an idiot. But he doesn't pay me more than a few seconds of attention before turning and leaving the store.

Forgetting about my stuff, I leave the store empty handed and follow my dad. I'm able to stay far enough away that he won't notice me, but close enough that I won't lose track of him.

When day turns to night, I follow Dad to a small bar. I see him look into the bed of an old pickup truck. I see anger slowly creep onto his face, and watch as he storms into the bar. I follow him, and look into the bed and see a bunch of arrows. I frown for a moment, before I inhale deeply and smell it… poison. I know that I won't be able to get in there because I don't want to draw attention to myself, so I make do by watching through a slightly opened window.

"I'd like to buy this man a drink," Dad says to the bartender in his deep voice. He then turns toward a man with light hair and a mustache, and walks over to where he is standing.

"What's your name mister?" the man asks. I can tell he senses something dangerous about my dad, but he wants to put on a brave face for his friends… so he doesn't look weak.

When Dad gets close enough, he looks right into the man's eyes as he drives one of the poisoned arrows into the man's right hand. I see the man gasp in immense pain.

"It's Logan," Dad tells him. "And that's a poison broadhead, which, last I heard, was illegal." Dad then turns and punches a man who was trying to sneak up on him. The man falls against a wall, and the other men look like they want to help, but are too afraid to move into action.

"Go ahead, ask me where I found it," he taunts.

Dad then picks up a small glass filled with some sort of alcohol and takes a small sip from it, not enough to drain the tiny glass. When the guy doesn't answer, Dad pours some of the liquid onto the man's open wound and the man cries out in pain. I cringe slightly, as I can only imagine how much that hurt to someone who can't take as much pain as my dad I and I can.

When he still doesn't answer, Dad pours the remaining liquid onto the guy's hand. "Ask me," he demands.

"Where did you find it?" the man asks in a strained voice.

"Well. Funny you should ask." I roll my eyes at that. "I pulled it out of the back of a Grizzly. Whoever shot him didn't have the wind or the balls to track the animal properly and put it out of its misery." I hear Dad say something else, and then the man tried to deny Dad's accusations, but Dad wasn't buying it.

The man then reached over, grabbed a beer mug, and smashed it into my dad's face. Dad stumbles back a little bit as the broken glass falls to the floor. He then turns back towards the man, and plucks a piece of glass that was stuck in his cheek.

"That hurt," he said. He unsheathes his claws. "Sorry, Jean." I frown. Why would he apologize to Jean? I'll have to ask him about it later.

Before Dad can hurt any of the men, a pretty Asian woman with dyed red hair grabs his arm, holding him back. Dad looks down at her, probably wondering what she thinks she's doing.

"I wouldn't bother with them," she says. "Most of them will die soon anyway, without your help." She smiles. "Three of them, a week from now, in the same truck." I then watch as the woman—whom I suspect is Yukio—kicks ass, while not hurting any of the men. When she's proved her point, she turns to Dad.

"I'm parked in back," she tells him. She walks past him and he follows her to the back of the bar. I hurry to follow them, and watch as Dad climbs into her rented car. My heart is beating a million miles a minute as I try to think of what to do. If I go over there right now, they might not let me in the car. But if I don't do something soon, then my chance will have slipped out of my reach.

As their car drives away, I hear sirens start up in the background, and I run after their car. I keep up with them as best I can, but end up at least a dozen yards behind them. After a little while, when I'm just starting to get tired of running, the car slams to a stop. I finally reach the car, and I can see Dad and Yukio talking about something, Dad looks upset, as per usual.

Finally, the car starts to move again, and I run along with it for about a quarter mile before seeing my only chance.

I leap out from the woods and land on the hood of the car. I hang on to the hood and look into the car. The both of them look surprised and—after a moment—Yukio slams on the brakes so hard that I go flying off the hood and onto the blacktop. I feel a few scrapes break open on my face and the palms of my hands as I stand up and walk over to them. I stop by the hood of the car and I they stare at me in confusion as I feel the scrapes that are all over my face healing quickly, leaving no scars behind.

I then walk over to the back seat, open the door without asking, push all the junk out of the way, and get in, closing the door behind me. The both of them look back at me, and Dad looks extremely angry.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growls. He expects me to be scared, but I don't even flinch. I just stare at him as Yukio puts a calming hand on his arm.

"Logan, calm down," she says.

"Why should I?"

"She's just a child."

"She may be just a child, but I think she's following me." Yukio raises her eyebrows questioningly.

"Why do you say that?"

"I saw her in the store earlier."

"That may be true, but I think she should stay." Dad starts to argue but Yukio cuts him off. "Look at the way she not only survived being thrown from the car, but healed so fast after. Those cuts should have taken a few weeks to heal completely, yet here she is, with no marks on her face." Dad doesn't say anything. "She's a mutant, Logan. She must have been thrown out of her own home when her parents found out. I think we should help her." I don't know why I'm being so quiet around him. I guess it's just my nerves getting the better of me.

I dig in my bag, and pull out the letter that Charles had given me to give to my Dad before we split ways. I hold it out to Dad, and he stares at it, not knowing what to do. I wave it around in his face some more, obviously annoying him, and he grabs it roughly out of my hand. He takes the letter out of the envelope, and reads the letter that Charles wrote him. I've never actually read it, so I don't know what it says. But whatever Charles wrote in the letter makes Dad calm down. When he's done reading, he throws the letter to the ground.

"What did it say?" Yukio asks him.

"Just drive," he grumbles. Yukio glances over at me once more, and then gets back on the road; while I sit back in my seat and try to figure out how I'm going to save my dad.

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~Gina