PART SIX

She knew by his face that he knew she was near. ((I'm caught))She thought. ((Okay, maybe I'm not, he knows that I'm close, but maybe he doesn't know I'm in the room. If I move or breath, I'll make noise and he'll hear me. This is not good,

not good at all. )) Wolverine impatiently began to pace around the room, feeding into her fears.

–What kind of scent did you pick up Wolverine?- Scott inquired.

Wolverine sniffed at the air again and stopped, standing directly in front of her.

(( Oh shit, he knows I'm here, he's right in front of me !!!

help me!))She cried out in her head((He's gonna kill me!))

–Smells like cinnamin and a mixture of berries and vanilla.

she's afraid.-

He continued walking, much to her relief.

–Why would she be afraid? I wonder.-Beast said.

Suddenly Wolverine turned, wrapping his large hands around her throat. Pulling her out of her hidingplace in the shadows, he said.

– Why don't you ask her.-He lifted the frightened woman high into the air, she grasped and scratched at his hands, which were still wrapped around her neck. Before she could answer the question, she passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain.

She awoke to being splashed in the face by very, very cold water. Attempting to wipe the water out of her eyes, she discovered that she was restrained to the chair that she sat in. Frantically she tried to twist herself out of the restraints only to be forcibly held down by the woman she had run into earlier. Despite the older woman's size, she was incredibly strong, and managed to hold her down with little noticeable effort.-Hold still sugah yah not makin this any easiah.- The girl calmed, and rogue released her, lessening the tension, although she was still tied to the chair.

She could feel something warm and sticky slowly running down her back, and if it weren't for the distinct smell of her own blood, she would have thought it was swaet. She didn't say anything((I don't trust them))She thought.

–Who are you?-Scott demanded in a tone none too welcoming.

-I'm Johanna- She replied in a shaky voice.

-Johanna who? Why are you here?-Scott asked sounding more persistent, even menacing.

- I . . . I don't know.- She stammered and burst out into tears.

Wolverine could barely hear the soft splatter of her blood hitting the floor, he knew that no one else could, he wondered if she even knew she was bleeding. The drops began to fall quicker and he realised that there was something wrong as the puddle began to grow around her feet.

–Why are you here?- Scott all but screamed as he was getting more and more frustrated by her presence.

–Cool it Cyke-Wolverine said in a surprisingly calm tone.

–Why should I "cool it" Wolverine, am I upsetting you?-Scott

snapped, scaring her even more.

–You can scream all you want Cyke, but you ain't makin that puddle any smaller.- He said pointing to the widening pool of blood underneath her chair. Wolverine was getting angry at the mistreatment of such a frightened girl.

Scott stared in awe as the pool of dark red blood became diluted by her clear frightened tears. He couldn't help but wonder how much of those tears were from pain.

– When are Xavier and jean gettin here?-Wolverine asked the bewildered Scott, as Rogue, Gambit and Beast carried the girl to the infirmary.

-I didn;t call them yet- He answered in a shaky voice.-I

thought we could handle it on our own.-

-Well ya were wrong Cyke, ya better call them right away.-

Wolverine was getting more annoyed with his "fearless leader"

by the second.