Excitement

Logan woke with a start. He was breathing heavily, and since he didn't know where he was, he could feel himself starting to lose control. He tried to sit up then, but couldn't move. Logan was strapped to a medical gurney.

His eyes darted wildly even though he could not turn his head. His breathing came in ragged gasps. Logan strained to no avail against the straps that held him. Logan was not one to tolerate confinement. And this was not his idea of a nice way to wake up.

Logan's thoughts strayed to Marie. He hoped she was all right, but he would feel better once he escaped and escape he would.

A familiar smell entered the room. Immediately he felt uneasy, he knew the smell but couldn't place it. It smelled dangerous.

" Well, well. Looks like the midget got himself in trouble." The voice was animalistic, growling and snarling on almost every word. " Looks like I get to have some fun now. Let me hear yer scream, runt." The voice whispered out in a guttural growl.

Pain exploded in Logan's right side nearly making him pass out. He could feel the warm slickness of his blood as it pumped out his side. Logan had never been happier about having a healing ability that would take care of even the most traumatic of wounds.

Several hours passed and still the man that tortured Logan did not let up. Logan was barely awake. All his strength had gone to keep from screaming and this just infuriated the man that kept out of sight. Logan had the distinct feeling that they were in the back of a semi-truck. The jostling was tearing the wounds that hadn't healed, and he could hear the giant engine as it shifted about from low to high.

Suddenly the truck stopped. Hard. The sound of metal twisting and bending reached his ears. There were several loud noises and a howling like the hurricanes he had seen on the Discovery channel one night. Suddenly there were hands all over him, yanking loose the straps that held him. He rolled off the gurney and curled up in on himself. He just needed time to heal he stubbornly told himself.

Marie hadn't known what was happening. One minute she was giving a statement to the local authorities about the night before and the next these strange people had attacked the police. One of the men had stepped up onto the hood of a police cruiser and raised his hands. The earth had bucked and trembled mightily as two great pillars of dirt rose and collapsed over most of the on scene police force. Then a bestial looking blonde had savagely ripped apart several officers as the attempted to rise.

A ghastly looking creature landed next to her, on top of the officer that had been talking to her. Marie had heard the sickening snap as the mans spine and neck broke apart. Marie nearly lost what little she had eaten. Horrified she backed right into a slender man with wild white hair. It looked as if it had been tousled by a tremendous wind. Then she felt the rush of air as he moved past her. The only thing she could see of him was the blur that zipped up and down twisting the necks of the ones that the seven-foot beast man hadn't reached.

A woman appeared and placed a needle into Marie's arm. Marie tried to run but her legs refused to work and then everything went dark.

Marie had awakened in side of a truck trailer. She could see Logan strapped into a table in a closed off room. It looked sealed t keep everything in or out, like the biohazard stuff at the end of E.T., one of her favorite movies as a child. Logan had been beaten savagely and she was crying and screaming his name. Logan couldn't hear her though. The room she was in was sound proof.

Marie wanted to know what was going on but she was alone in her own cell. Suddenly the trailer bucked wildly, twisting and sending her flying into the opposite side of her cage. The back was sheared off of the trailer and in stepped the strangest sight she had seen. Tall and confident, the man that had a black visor that matched his black leather outfit strode into the room. Behind him, two women appeared. The first had striking red hair and green eyes. Her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. The a young mocha colored lady appeared, she held herself regally. Her hair was a startling white, not died but natural.

Then the fourth appeared. She had seen beings like him before though but only in the bible. He was tall and heavenly looking. Long blonde hair fluttering in the breeze. His sixteen foot feathered wingspan stole her breath away, she knew they were here to rescue her and Logan she knew it.

Marie had a soaring moment of happiness as they released her. Then she saw Logan's still form. He was curled in on himself as he clutched his sides. The white haired woman looked as if she was going to be sick. The man with wings looked away, unable to look. The man in the visor and the red head were wrapping bandages around Logan's torso. Marie had gotten a look at the torn and bloodied mass that had been his chest. She could see metal shining brightly where the bones that were peeking out of his wounds should have been.

The tall man had torn him up bad for hours. Logan had been unable to defend himself and had taken the beating stoically. Marie held his hand as they boarded a black jet and headed wherever the leather clad group decided to take them.