Chapter Three: "Hunting The Huntress"
Within the next two or three months or so, Logan had practically gone all over the country in search of the elusive "Tigress" and so far, he had been very unsuccessful. Every time he thought that he had a lead and was close to finding her, the trail would run cold and he would be back at square one and forced to start all over again. To make things just a little worse, the entire damn ordeal was starting to make him lose his sanity, or at this point, what was left of it. He didn't remember the last time he had wanted to find someone or simply wanted someone as badly as he wanted to find and just wanted Tigress. Oh, wait. Yes, he could remember the last time he'd wanted someone so badly. He wanted Jean Grey just as badly, but maybe that was just his thoughts, which had tendency to be with her wherever she was, doing the talking instead of his heart. His heart, on the other hand, was telling him what Tigress had told him the first night they formally met face-to-face. You know that the two of you are two of a kind. He could still hear her voice and smell her scent in his mind. It was almost like she had just left him yesterday rather than several months ago. We were made of each other. And then there was the statement that made him wonder if she could read his mind: And besides, why settle for a psychic when you can have a mutant who is just like you?
With all the time he was spending thinking, Logan simply had to wonder why the hell he was unable to get her scent out of his mind. Tigress or Anastasia or whatever she was called, smelled like night-blooming jasmine, tiger lilies, honeysuckle and a variety of other flowers, including some tropical ones, something heady that he couldn't place (probably the natural scent of a tiger) and something else that was making him crazy.
Maybe its just pheromones she released to attract me to her. He thought. Maybe that's why she's driving me out of my goddamn mind. Only pheromones could possibly do this to me. But why me? Why the fuck did she choose me? Then it struck him. There was a possibility that the only reason why she would release pheromones to attract him to her was because she wanted him sexually, or in other words, she wanted to mate with him. Why hadn't he thought of that before? She must have really screwed up his mind with the seemingly fatal combination of her beautiful scent and her goddamned pheromones for his thinking and his behavior to be so fucking off course. That was very unlike him.
By now, Logan had entered the city of San Francisco. He'd picked up her scent a short time ago and was speeding up the bike in an attempt to catch her before she managed to evade him yet again for what was beginning to seem like the millionth time. Now, he was slightly lost, but he let her scent guide him to wherever she was. He needed to be in the same place as her and at the same time she was in order for him to successfully capture her. Her scent lead him to a Sheraton hotel, where he checked in for the night, deciding to get some rest. Then he'd start the hunt again, tomorrow.
Unknown to him and unseen by him, Tigress crouched on a nearby rooftop, watching him with interest.
"So, the hunter searches in vain for his prey, but what the hunter doesn't know his that he's not the hunter, he's the lamb." She purred to herself. "What the hunter doesn't realize is that he's hunting the huntress…and the huntress is so very good at what she does. Oh, Wolvie, this is going to be so much fun! You're playing right into my spider's web, my little fly."