Chapter Two: Hero

Logan was on his, well Scott's, motorcycle when his animalistic instincts informed him that something was amiss. Pulling over in front of the shabby old warehouse, he quirked an eyebrow and strained his ears. There was a fight going on, of course he knew that already, but something was pulling him, forcing him to go see what was up and possibly help out.

Taking two or three stairs at a time, he made it up to the third floor where most of the action was going on. Around thirty, maybe forty men dressed in all black were fighting a group of various ages of teens, most of them already lying in a heap on the ground while a few stronger ones battled on, clearly on the verge of losing. One girl, an apparent mutant, caught his eye.

She had bright silver eyes that, even in this darkness, gleamed with fury as she lashed out at those around her. Her long silvery-blue hair fell to her lower back, and cascaded over her shoulders, giving her an ethereal sort of appearance. At the moment, she was fighting off seven of the hunters. He watched in awe as he used expert fighting skills (as well as her mutation) to harm the hunters. All the sudden she collapsed, and the hunters closed in. But lucky for her, Logan's claws came out with a loud `Snikt' noise, attracting attention and he smiled ruefully.

Logan battled the hunters for long moments until the last one fell at his feet. Retracting his claws, he took two graceful steps over the bodies on the ground and lifted the silvery haired girl into his arms.

Her eyes opened, and her brow furrowed in slight confusion, she looked over to the men strewn across the floor. "Did I do all that?"

Logan laughed, "With a little help from me. Listen are you alright? What's your name?"

"Rayne," she said before a gasp of pain escaped her lips.

Logan looked her over, noticing a large spot of blood, the source was a few inches below her left shoulder-- dangerously close to her heart.

"We better get you some help-" Logan started but was cut off.

"No," looking around once more, her eyes grew wide and her voice became jagged.

"Don't worry kid, I'm one of the good guys," Smiling wolfishly at her as she shook her head once more.

"You have to, help Josh. It's my fault he's hurt. Look," She pointed at a boy that looked around eighteen or nineteen and was passed out on the floor with a visible gun wound.

"Okay, can you walk a bit? `cause then I can carry him a little easier," Logan stood up and walked over to Josh and lifted him with one arm while the other half supported Rayne.

After several interesting moments of shuffling down three flights of stairs, they were outside. Allowing Rayne to lean up against the brick building, Logan pulled out a small device and started talking into it in a low and incomprehensible voice.

"What's that?" Rayne asked, seeming kind of suspicious of his actions. Logan glanced up, but before he could answer a woman's voice sounded from the device.

"Logan? Ororo and I will be there in a few minutes, do the mutants need medical assistance?" Jean's voice was becoming slightly annoying to him and he just blatantly said a cold and unattached "Yes" before putting the device back into his leather jacket.

"It's a long distance walkie-talkie. Nothin' special."

"What's your name?" And with that the Blackbird hovered over them.