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The Train Station chp.9

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Logan and Jean both found themselves falling asleep again, but what they woke to wasn't the bus stopping at the next station. The big old bus lurched forward as the driver slammed on the brakes.

"What the hell?!" Logan exclaimed loudly as he woke, bracing himself on the seat in front of him. He glanced at Jean who looked wide awake now, also bracing herself on the seat.

"Logan, what's going on?" Jean asked nervously, glancing around the vacant bus. The other passengers were all gone, the bus door was open, and she just caught a glimpse of the driver taking off as well.

Logan raised an eyebrow, his heart pounding against his ribcage as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He stood and widened his eyes at what he saw. "It's Creed!" he barked, grabbing Jean by the arm and hoisting her to her feet.

"What?!" she yelled nervously. "But, how-?!"

"I dunno, but we gotta get outta here darlin'!" Logan started directing her toward the rear door of the bus as quickly as possible. His arm ached a little, but he didn't care, all that mattered right now was getting Jean safe. He didn't even care what happened to him, as long as she was safe.

"You runnin' from me boy?!" Victor Creed yelled wickedly, easily hopping up the bus steps. He grinned sadistically, his dark eyes glinting as he pulled out a shiny metal piece that was tucked in his belt.

"Shit." Logan threw open the rear emergency exit as fast as possible, roughly shoving Jean out. "Go, go! He's got a gun!!"

"WHAT?!" Jean screamed, then started running as soon as her feet hit the pavement.

Logan knew Creed had to be pretty pissed to use a gun. He normally liked using his bare hands to kill a man, it made him feel powerful and more intimidating. He loved that. Logan ducked as he heard the gun go off, then the sound of a bullet bouncing off the inside of the bus. He jumped down quickly and started after Jean.

"Aw, c'mon runt! I ain't gonna hurt'cha." Victor grinned wickedly again as he began walking down the bus aile. "It's the end o' the road fer you two!! No one gets away from Victor Creed!!!"

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"Logan!" Jean screamed, stopping in an alleyway to catch her breath a moment.

Logan rounded the corner when he spotted her. He was breathing more heavily then he should have, but that was only because he was still a bit feverish. He grimaced at the pain in his shoulder from it moving around as he ran, but he figured he'd just ignore it the best he could for now. "We gotta keep goin', we ain't too far from the border."

Jean looked him over quickly, scanning his hunched over form. She raised an eyebrow in concern, putting her hand on his right shoulder. "What can we do? He's just going to keep after us isn't he?"

Logan glanced up at her, straightening his posture. He nodded. "Yeah, he is. That's why I want you ta keep goin'." he gestured toward the end of the alley. "Wait way down there, keep outta sight. If I don't come out, I want ya ta keep runnin'."

Jean just stared at him blankly, her eyes glazing with tears. "Wha-what?" she shook her head. "No, I'm staying with you. You can't fight him off by yourself, he'll kill you!" she told him fearfully.

Logan grunted, looking away. "I can hold my own."

Jean gently put a hand to his face. "Not if you're sick, and your shoulder's not healed all the way."

Pulling away, Logan glanced back down the other end of the alley where they'd come from. "He'll be here soon, get goin'!" he growled.

"What are you going to do Logan?! He's got a gun!" she shouted at him, unable to believe he was being so stubborn.

"I got a plan." he lied. "Just go, please Jean! There's no time!"

"Logan..." Jean frowned, biting her lower lip as she turned away and began running where he told her to go.

Logan clenched his fists, standing right in the open of the alley, beckoning Creed once he knew Jean was safe. "Alright Vic, I'm here! C'mon an' get me!!"

Victor rounded the corner grinning, his gun aimed high, straight for Logan's head. He stepped closer to the man, stopping when he was only about twenty feet away. "Haha, what a noble runt y'are Logan." he snarled wickedly. "Sacrificin' yerself fer that woman eh?"

"Tough man Creed, you gonna shoot an unarmed man? Want me ta turn around so ya can shoot me in the back?" Logan sneered, his upper lip curling into a snarl.

Victor tilted his head back and let out an evil laugh, keeping the gun pointed right at Logan.

Jean crouched beside a dumpster way back in the alley behind Logan. She cringed, nervously biting her lower lip. "God Logan, what the hell are you doing?" she whispered out loud. "He's going to kill you." Jean shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek and she continued watching, unable to look away.

Victor stared coldly at Logan, cocking the weapon. "Oh, I'm gonna kill ya with my bare hands little man, I just wanna have a little fun first." he grinned, lowering the gun in one smooth motion and pulling the trigger.

Logan howled out in pain as the bullet made contact with his leg, just above his right knee. He staggered, but surprisingly didn't fall.

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Jean gasped, clenching her eyes shut once the gun went off. She slowly opened her eyes when the sound of Logan's gruff voice reached her ears, eyes wide with glee. She frowned, noticing as he leaned heavily on one leg. He was shot. She swallowed, then blinked and stared back at Logan and Creed regretably, shaking her head. "Oh God, please no, Creed's going to kill him. Oh, Logan." she bit her lower lip again as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

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Logan grunted loudly. "Now...what, Vic?" he growled through clenched teeth.

Victor grinned wickedly again, tossing the gun far behind Logan. He wiggled his fingers by his sides, then began cracking his knuckles. "Now what? Well, now I beat ya to a bloody pulp, so bad in fact, that no one'll be able ta recognize yer corpse."

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Jean heard the gun make contact with the pavement as it skidded down the alley toward her where Creed had tossed it. Her heart leapt and her eyes shined with hope. If she was able to get to the gun, she could end this, she could shoot Creed, then Logan would live. All she had to do was pick up the gun and sneak toward the two fighting.

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