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

Omala Moola: I assume you mean the person on the forum poll? But what did you suddenly say it in a review? I haven't given any hint of killing her o.o Hint of something else, but not death.

Angelica: I have never really written about the other X-Men's powers in as much description as I offer Logan and some others. I thought it was Storm's turn, and I loved it XD Well, Logan's made entry difficult. Typical of him isn't it?

Chapter 30 – It's chapter 30 everyone! We're trekking along fantastically!

With a terrific slam, Logan felt his side hit the cold yet clean floor. His head followed on, giving a loud strike against the hard tiling. A soft groan came from Logan, his eyes being held tightly shut as he felt his entire skull vibrating from the knock to the floor. Adamantium did have its downsides. He then suddenly realised he could feel a weight upon his waist and quickly opened his eyes to view the supposed attacker. And when his eyes met the figure, a sensation of dread flooded horribly through his veins, "Roxanne.."

But she was glaring at him without any trace of recognition or warmth; her eyes were narrowed with contempt. But it wasn't personal loathing - he knew that now. Logan looked up at her with worry, but not for himself, but for her. What if he accidentally hurt her, when she isn't in her right state of mind, she can't help what she does. His eyes flickered down to watched the movement of a hand, it slipped down to her hip to retrieve the a gun from the belt of her leather suit. Logan felt his knuckles clench suddenly, he knew he wanted to fight back, defend himself. But he couldn't. He couldn't hurt her. Thoughts were running so quickly around his mind Logan couldn't grasp one to make sense of it. But it ended it mere desperation as he rather easily tugged himself from under her and whirled round to run from her, he couldn't stay beside her, he would hurt her, or worse, he could kill her with one simple blow of his wretched claws.

But after a few steps he heard the door that he had earlier ruined, be broken through, and he spun his head, his eyes widened and he saw the large slab of metal go flying behind Roxanne's oncoming body. Streams of red light followed after it, blasting it along down the rest of the corridor. Even Roxanne paused and quickly spun her head to stare at the flying door that disappeared down the bright corridor before smashing into a clean tiled wall. Logan growled under his breath. Brainless one-eye. Logan quickly turned and continued his run, hearing Roxanne growl and quickly follow. Logan cursed under his breath, trying to figure a way to sort out this pretty difficult dilemma. He wasn't the one with the brains, Charles did the thinkin' and he did the slicin'. But now, Roxanne was pursuing after him, following the orders helplessly. Then, he heard a bullet shoot, and he neatly done jump cleared in his path to see the bullet stream on ahead and strike a distance wall.

Scott staggered out through the destruction of the entrance and followed on to where he last saw Roxanne. He frowned; they had both disappeared. Scott turned gently to view the team behind him, "Now what?"

"Let's keep going, we can't just stand here like lemons," muttered Gambit with a roll of eyes.

"Do you realise the danger we are putting ourselves through entering this place?" asked Storm incredulously to the man.

Gambit winked theatrically at her, showing his wide grin, "Ya, Stormy," and with that he set off running down to where the pair had disappeared. The remaining group reluctantly followed. Logan had to be found, and they had to get out of there.

Continuous ducks and dives were necessary to avoid the bullets streaming from behind Logan. Roxanne was relentlessly firing and following, on and on. Every corner Logan turned Roxanne too glided around with ease, almost robotically enhanced movements of a run. Logan kept his ears trained on her footsteps and on the sounds of her bullet firing. There had been no change for a lengthy part of the run, on a few occasions Logan had ducked behind walls to try and hide for a moment, but she found him all too easily. Logan was becoming rather unnerved by the lack of other people in the building. Wasn't this supposed to be some organisation? But Logan summed it up with the fact that they were going to let Roxanne come out and die trying to kill the X-Men, the government weren't going to risk themselves against mutants. Their chase had been long, and quite literally every step of the way was a controlled manoeuvre that Logan knew Roxanne took no part in.

In full health, Logan could out run enemies for almost miles and keep going when they fell exhausted. But bullet wounds, bruised limbs, and fatigued muscles ultimately processed to an utter disgrace of a trained weapon. Normally one of the toughest mutants alive, Logan was simply weary. A description he thought impossible to ever pin on such an individual as himself. But that's what he was, tired... just tired. But it was not only physically, it was also mentally. A lot of drama had happened in such a short space of time. And as always such a thing had managed to stun Logan's mind. With a feigned chuckle he decided to take another rest stop. Literally. He had left her behind since turning into this corridor, and he ducked into another without her spotting him. His highly trained ears heard her falter and stop. Logan let out a long but quietly done exhalation, resting his head against the wall behind. It was only when he stopped did the true pain and exhaustion catch up on him and sting at his muscles, aching at his joints.

As if waking up from a daydream, Roxanne suddenly focused her eyes ahead of her, a blink followed, then a frowned creased her brow. Frightened eyes snapped down to the weapon she currently held onto, the set visage broke free and relaxed with shock, her hands dropping the gun in a startled motion mixed with disgust and fear. With bravery did she lift her eyes up from the dropped gun to view where she was, and instantly recognition hit her, but it was vile and polluting to her mind. She was back in the very place she started at. A sort of freedom had been leased at Xavier's school, for not only was she surrounded by pleasantries and comfort, but also by courteous people, mutants like herself. And now? Now Roxanne was back in the torturous prison. Of all the places on Earth, this was the one place she never wanted to be back at! Not back with those twisted backstabbers. Ultimately, Roxanne decided staying in the same spot wasn't going to get her anywhere; her eyes glanced down to that shameful bracelet, the fluid that once filled it completely gone. Already used up in her bloodstream. Now, unless they managed to catch her.. she was free. Staying there wouldn't give her full freedom; she needed to get out of the building. And she knew instantly what she needed to do. She needed to go back to Westchester and apologize profoundly for her antics.

An uneasy and cautious step was placed forward. Again that rush of sensations drove her to excitement at being so free. The feel of her boot touching the floor, the echo it made enthralled her ears and blessed her mind. With the first step taken, the next followed simply, and soon she was walking with an almost proud manner at the accomplishment of being normal. Well, as normal as a mutant could be. Then, all of a sudden she felt her head pang across her eyebrows, and her eyes immediately trained to the corner to her left. For a moment she was worried that the reign of the drug was returning. But it wasn't, and after a few seconds, she grinned sheepishly to herself at the forgotten mutation she owned. She knew somebody was around that corner, she could sense it like a sonar, for that's how her mutation worked. She proceeded forward, and she was surprised to see a figure slip from it and run ahead. Without any hesitation, Roxanne surprised herself to find herself shouting out, "James!"

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