Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Xcoolcomic: Yup, those questions can only be answered in future chapters ;D I'm keeping quiet! The descriptions? How do you mean more spaces, split them up more? They have already been chopped, I thought they were decent sizes to read. I tend to begin the next were we move slightly onto another topic, but remaining within the subject. Meaning it's not enough for a new paragraph.

Omala: Welcome back! I wondered where you had gone! Are you liking it?

Araceil: Well, Logan isn't on the mountain edge, he has rock sides behind him, and then the compound in front of him with Roxanne, then the drop it further on past the compound, though it is visible but a distance away. (I've put a pic up on the site (ashamed of it) that shows everyone's position because I figured that describing where people are stood on a mountains side is too tricky for me x.x

It's all on the homepage, just scroll down and view it (:

Blix: Looks like I built up suspense, neh? =P

I'm off on holiday now since the postage of this chapter to the site.

Will be gone for a week. During my time away I will be writing notes on future stories and concreting down possible storylines and other stories in general out of the saga I am considering. See you when I get back! (:

Chapter 27

The barrel of Roxanne's gun was held firmly his way, pointed at him in a silent move. Logan wouldn't normally flee from the sight of a gun; he was more likely to laugh before slaughtering them. But he was incredibly exhausted. Every muscle stung from overuse, every fibre of his body ached for a comfortable resting spot. His mind was mentally drained from battling with the cold the height offered. Logan tried to keep a defensive stance in response, but even a mild gust of wind managed to stagger his weakening body that continued to shiver inside his clothing. Dry throat swallows to temporarily re-new its use and Logan spoke up, again loudly against the wind, "What do you mean? What are you doing?"

It seems Roxanne had run out of things to say, the gun was still pointed at him. Logan frowned at her, chancing to move forth. He knew that bullet could strike without fear, but the fright would kick in if he found his body too weak to heal. He didn't want to chance it. He knew he was weakened from the horrendous journey here, but how much he could take before his body gave up was another matter.

"Roxanne?" he continued, "What's wrong?"

But still she didn't respond vocally. Then, all of a sudden, a bullet shot rang out across the mountains lopes, echoes being thrown dramatically over the voids as bullet zipped out through the air. Logan saw it coming, and quickly leapt away to avoid injury. More bullets came, and still did Logan run from their paths, "God!" he cursed as he flattened himself to the floor, ducking from another bullet and then rolling to the left, missing a bullet that then sliced through the snow of the ground, "Roxanne? Stop this!" he cried, trying to snap her out of her crazy antics, "Why are you attackin – Shit!" he ducked again, giving a gasp as a bullet shot through his thigh. With a wince and limp he now ran forth to her, "Rox! Come on!"

'Rox'? Since when did he call her that? Since when he loved her those years ago..

Logan quickly arrived by her side, and she still shot the bullet mightily with an expressionless face. Logan's hand shot up, grabbed the gun by it barrel and quite simply, bent it. Roxanne jerked before glaring at the gun. It was useless. She growled, through the ruined gun to the snowy floor, "Fine.." she snarled, now grabbing him by the wrist and to his utter astonishment, flipping over his shoulder, double him over his back and flooring him with a kick! Logan felt the back of his head sting in response to the contact with the ice-cold snow, but before he could upright himself, she had grabbed him by the clothes, hoisting him up. For a woman with a mortal body, she had a lot of strength in her limbs. Logan made a pained groan, feeling the effects his extreme excursion had done to him. Roxanne now kicked him forward, where Logan just aimlessly staggered, doing his best to not fall again, his leg wound now bleeding profusely through his ripped jeans.

Roxanne lowered her body stealthily and suavely selected a weapon out of a knee high shining boot. A slim knife was slowly lifting out, pirouetted around digits before thrown forth to shoot through the blustering air and to heavily strike Logan deep in the back. The response was conventional, a sudden and pained scream as more pain was delivered to shoot through the already weakened body. Logan fell down to his knee, gasping and fighting to hold back his whimpers. His hands dropped down to support him, remaining on four limbs as he stared shakily at the snow. How much more could he put up with? He'd never felt sod rained, so ill. What if he mutation failed to cope? He would die. And for the first time ever, he didn't want to die, no matter how desperate he had been all those years ago. Now he had friends, a place where he was accepted. The mansion was everything to him.. he couldn't die. He needed to live!

Thoughts were demolished as more pain struck him. Roxanne had straddled his back, grabbing him by the hair and dragging his head back. Logan rolled his eyes up to try and stare up at her, trying to talk although his throat was stretched back, "Rox.." he hoarsely said, "Please.." But Roxanne was holding out another knife, and she brought the blade to his throat, the cool metal pressing up to his exposed neck. Logan suddenly felt very vulnerable, his blood ran cold at the prospect of this oncoming injury, "Rox!" He winced as he felt the blade press tighter, but then it paused. So had Roxanne. Logan pondered a moment over what was distracting her. With his head lurched back, his eyes met nothing but a swirling sky of blue. But what the eye didn't see, the ears heard. Engines.

God.. was it more helicopters coming to shoot him down?

Logan's face tightened, this was it, backup was arriving for Roxanne and right here, in his territory, his natural home he was going to be mercilessly slaughtered. Ever so slowly.. his eyebrows lifted, ears suddenly straining. That wasn't helicopters.. it was the Blackbird! And sure enough, his limited vision was generously given a sight of his rescue, the jet passed overhead, swooping round before to drop down abruptly towards the mountain to land further ahead in the crevasse.

Roxanne stared over at them, her tight features relaxing as she saw people hurrying down the steps of the jet. She knew them.. Her eyes snapped down and she made a horrified gasp, dropping the knife and releasing his hair. She knew him too! Breaths quickened as she looked around the area, glimpses of control over coming her but she fought to try and stay stable. She glanced down, giving a gasp at her changed attire, at her range of weaponry. But then, the drug control came back, but with one last burst of willpower she leapt from Logan, running from them, but no matter how she controlled herself to run, the drug directed her, right back inside the most dangerous place.. the military building.

Going on holiday now! Yay! This is short.. and typo infested because it is 1am and I'm making sure you folks have something to read whilst I'm away. Just be happy o.o Hey, if you really want to be a dear, you could check ti for typos and send me a correct version by email for meto put up as soon as I return? Would be a great help.

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