Conflict
The man with the gun laughed when Logan narrowed his eyes at him. He knew that there was no way some animalistic cage fighter was going to take away his fun. His friend had started to cut her sweater open when the animal guy was saying something.
His friend stopped what he was doing, then burst into laughter. He didn't want to be interrupted anymore, the bulge in his pants unbearable. Then he saw the cage fighter move.
Logan moved so fast that the one with the knife was completely surprised, his throat smashed as Logan placed his forearm into the vulnerable spot and slammed him hard into the bar's outside wall. Turning he saw the muzzle flash and a blinding pain shot from Logan's forehead. He fell into the snow, blood seeping from his head. Marie screamed now for all she was worth. Then the man that the emcee had kept referring to as Wolverine rose off the ground. There were spikes, metal blades sliding out between his knuckles on his right hand.
The man with the gun screamed and tried to run but Logan sliced the man's chest open. Turning to look back over his shoulder he saw that the girl had taken out the third man. He had apparently been sneaking up on Logan with gun drawn. It was like Logan hadn't known he was there. At least the girl could handle her self. He smiled at the thought then, satisfied that her attackers didn't pose a threat, he turned and left.
Logan got into his truck with the built in camper. His bike was loaded already on the back trailer. Taking off, he tried to distance himself from what he had witnessed. The girl couldn't have been more that seventeen or eighteen. He forced himself not to think about her. How her hair had been a deep mahogany and her brown eyes were large as saucers. She had been full of life at one point. The hardships of her life had hardened her though, he had saw it in her eyes.
That's when her smell reached him. Fingering the space of skin in between his knuckles, he pulled over and got out of the beaten pickup. Going to the trailer he pulled back the tarp. There she was, and it nearly broke his heart seeing her shivering and getting out of the trailer. He told her to get out and now she was asking where she was supposed to go.
" I don't know."
" You don't know, or you don't care?"
"Pick one."
He turned his back to her, got in his truck and drove off. She had called after him. " Ah saved yer life." Her southern lilt framing every word.
" No you didn't."
He went about forty feet then stopped and let her catch up. Marie was certain that he was a mutant. Not every one could wake up from a shot to the forehead. She knew that she had heard a loud pinging sound before he had went down.
" So... what's yer name." , Her voice husky. Logan just stared at the road, impassive. That's when she noticed the dog tags. " Does that... that mean ya were in the army, the tags." Marie was pointing to them where the rested on his shirt. He slid them into his shirt and looked at her.
" Ah'm Rogue."
" What the hell kinda name is Rogue?"
" Ah don' know, what the hell kinda name is Wolverine." She felt her face redden slightly and rolled her eyes. Marie hoped that her comeback was good.
" I'm Logan, and you."
" Marie." She was absently rubbing her hands together. Then her stomach betrayed her. The loud grumble made Logan raise an eyebrow at her. Gawd, she thought he is so... well perfect.
He handed her some beef jerky. Seeing how she was probably freezing he thumbed the heater to life. Reaching to place her hands on it, she jerked back as if struck.
" Hey kid, I'm not going to hurt ya, just... relax." Logan could see the fear in her eyes. He tried to think of something more to say when she spoke.
" It's not that. Ah just, ah just don' wanna be touched right now, please. Ah didn' want to be touched but they wouldn't give up ... and then he had a knife an... an ah just didn' wanna be touched-", her voice cracked as she started to cry. Her sobs wracking her whole body.
Marie didn't know why she didn't tell him she was a mutant. She was afraid.
" Logan, how come yer still alive?" Marie asked suddenly. She was hoping he'd give something away.
" The drunken fucker missed me cause he was drunk, and the blood on my forehead was from head butting him." The last part rolled of his tongue as if he had rehearsed it. She knew he was lying, that there had been something else.
Gingerly, her hands wrapped in her gloves, Marie reached to where Logan's hand rested on the steering wheel. She pressed down on the spot in between his knuckles when he made no attempt to move his hand. She loved that he hadn't flinched, hadn't snatched his hand away in fear. " When they come out, does it hurt?"
Logan knew now that he had been caught. She had seen him kill that guy. Gutted him and walked away as if it didn't bother him. He looked her in the eye. He thought he could drown in her gaze, her large brown eyes swallowing him up. Logan quickly tore his gaze away, fixing poignantly at his hand. Fingering the spot his blades came out, he knew he would tell her.
" Every time."
