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Wolverine walked down to the garage, he had heard of a hurricane just off the coast by his favorite beach spot. He got down to ground level when he heard a wheelchair behind him. He growled annoyed. He had wanted to get going. He knew who it was. He turned seeing Xavier sitting across the way for him bye the staircase.
"Logan, just the man I was looking for," Xavier said with a cheerful smile.
"Am I?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yes in fact. I need you to go find a child for me," he said rolling his chair closer to the agitated man.
"Isn't that Storm's gig?" he asked. He wanted to go see the damage on the beach not go deal with some kid that was trying to cope with new powers, being different and all that bullshit.
"Not this time. This girl could get a bit violent," he said smiling knowing that it would interesting the man who was often violent himself.
"Oh, and you don't think Storm can handle it," Logan said with an almost proud smile on his lips.
"Not only that, but you were headed that way as it was," Xavier said then noticing Logan's confusion added, "She's on the beach right around you normally head off to."
"You been watching me? Falling me with your mind?" Logan demanded more then asked. He moved closer to the man, fuming.
"Well I do occasionally to make sure your safe," Xavier said in a serious fashion. He knew Logan would not take to this kindly. He should have been more cautious with words.
"I don't need you watching out for me I can handle myself. You have no right to fallow me. No matter how big your brain is, Chuck," he snarled heading out the door.
"Logan…" Xavier started but didn't finish know it would do no good.
Logan got in his new trailer. He had needed one. He didn't feel safe knowing he was nailed down to one place. He had his trailer packed with the necessary just in case he needed to split. It was just like his old one, but it still smelled new.
Logan slammed the door shut. He put his key in the ignition, and looked towards the garage door. It was up, so he crashed his foot down on the gas. The trailer speed off down the long driveway then the road. It wasn't as fast as his motorcycle but it was a lot more practical.
His eyes were tight, his body was tense and he needed to relax. He pulled out a cigar, and lit it. He took a few quick puffs then pulled it out and took a deep breath. He was angry, pure and simple. He was pissed that the Professor thought he had a right to keep tabs on him. Logan was not one of Xavier's X-men.
He just well helped them out. For a while had had been there only for Jean but she was gone now, and the kid was the main reason he stayed. He had promised to watch over Rogue, and would until she didn't need him anymore. That didn't mean he was one of the X-men no matter how often he fought on their side.
He speed down the highway. He had been on the road for a couple of hours before he realized where he was headed. He had taken the long way to the beach. He guessed sub-consciously he wanted to go find the kid. At least she might give him the fight he needed to calm down.
As the beach came into view he noticed the tide was out. He parked his car, and got out. He stood looking at the water. It was still now. He walked out to it the sand still wet under his feet. He took a deep breath. Mainly he smelled the salt water of the ocean, but as he sniffed deeper he smelt something only too familiar, blood.
He caught where the scent was coming. The wind was picking it up from the north so he headed that way. He walked the coast line having to step over huge logs and trees that had fallen over in the storm, and other various types of rubble. Until he found what he had been searching for.
He found a trail of blood leading from the water. As his eyes fallowed it he found the source. A young girl no more then 16 or 17 years old lay nude on the beach bleeding. Her leg was cut to pieces. In places it was only holding on my threads. Muscle and bones were exposed and he grimaced at the sight. Her eyes closed but her chest was moving in and out. Her long brown hair with its almost green streaks in it was clinging to her face and neck. She was pale, and he could tell time was running out.
He took off his jacket, and wrapped it around her. He picked her up gently. He used one arm to carry the bulk of her wait and the other mainly for her leg. He walked her back to where he had parked his trailer. He smelled people. He hid by a rock and looked around the corner. Two policemen were checking out the area by his trailer.
They seemed to be searching for something or someone. They moved around his trailing looking suspicious. He take an inward breath hissing. This was going to be hell to get around. He decided to make a dash for it. He was half way there when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey you! What you carrying there?" a policeman called from half a mile behind him. He was a scrawny youth with dirty blond hair. Logan knew he could over take him in a moment, but knew better then to make trouble with the police. The man started his way towards Logan slowly.
"I found this girl. She needs medical attention now. I've got to get her to the hospital," Logan called to him hurrying towards his trailer.
"Let me take her. She'll get there faster if I turn my lights on and speed us over to the hospital," the officer said getting closer.
"No I gotta take her. She's a friend of my daughters, and I would feel horrible if I let anyone else handle this," he said putting her in the back of his trailer, and shutting the door, "Thanks anyhow." He got inside and started it up.
"You sure you don't want a police escort," the cop asked.
"No thanks," Logan said, and speed off glad that the cop hadn't got a clear look at her.
Logan raced down the highway dodging around cars that were going to slow for his taste. He knew the girl couldn't have that much time left. He wasn't willing to risk doing the damn speed limit and waist time. He could smell the amount of blood coming out of her and was surprised she wasn't dead yet.
Behind him in the camper Arial lay slowly waking up. Slowly she opened her eyes. Black dots raced across her vision, and she knew her eyes would be worthless for a little while. She tried to breath through the gills in her neck but choked. Arial felt around her with her whole body. It was dry, so dry and she was surrounded by air. The terrified girl gulped taking a deep breath with her unused lungs. Slowly she remember how to breath on land. She wasn't used to her chest moving so much as she breathed which made it that much more difficult.
She relaxed remembering getting on the beach. That explained the air at least. She moved her hands hoping to grasp wet sand. When she found metal she was a little confused. She felt using her hands instead of her eyes like had trained herself to do.
Her sensitive ears picked up the sounds of a motor. A sound she hadn't heard from the inside of a car in years. She stood up on one foot, cradling the other, injured leg. The ground under her foot told her she was moving. She was in a car.
She took a sniff but her nose wasn't accustom to out of water use, and it failed her. Her body went ridge with fear, and she wondered where she was being taken. Her mind started spinning at the possibilities. The need to escape over took her reasonable mind. She lunged at the wall of the machine.
Logan who had still been driving at speed of up to 75 miles per hour was horrified when he felt his trailer rock. As he was going around a light corner the car was thrown into a two wheeler stunt, and only by some trick of luck did it flatten out. He jerked as the car hit the ground. He turned looking behind him. The girl had caused the jump.
"Hey, sit down!' he screamed as though she was some disobedient child throwing a tantrum in the backseat.
Arial's head flipped to the front. She opened her eyes again and only got a blur. She tried to focus, but nothing cleared. It took her a moment to remember her third eye lid was still over her eyes. She quickly swiped it off, mentally kicking herself for the mistake.
The sight she saw was something only part of her had expected. A man sat in the front seat driving it. She heard him say something but couldn't translate it. She went to lunge at him but her good leg gave way. Her body was crying for rest and she had to allow it some, or it would give out completely. Reluctantly Arial lay down. She curdled up into a ball and feel asleep.
Logan looked back to the road and used his rearview mirror to look in on the girl again. He looked at the image confused. He took a double take then turned back. Once his eyes affirmed it was not a trick of light. He was perplexed by it. The girl who had tried to make the trailer go over a cliff was now sleeping soundly as though nothing had happened. She was even curled up in a ball like a baby fox. He shook his head. What a day.
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