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

Blix: Hehe. But he is right. As a leader he can't make a decision that will endanger all of the team. You need to do some serious meditating before you read this, the sheer unfairness will get to you

I reuploaded this chapter. Removed the swear word and replaced it with something less offensive but still holds the same emotion. I just didn't like using it in my story. I'm keepin' it clean! (: Hehe.

Chapter 33

Logan frantically stood up as the warnings of the countdown repeated overhead. His eyes snapped around the pitch-black corridor, ears reaching out for every sound. He could hear footsteps coming their way. Roxanne looked too terrified to move. She was still sat on the floor and clinging to herself in dear fright. Logan looked down to her, "Roxanne!" he cried, "We have to get out of here, we need to run!" his hands lowered, lifting her up. But she was unable to cooperate, eyes widened with fear,

"Why are they doing this?" she suddenly sobbed. Her body staggered slightly, her legs refused to work properly to Logan's actions.

Logan didn't reply. He didn't know what to say. He just tried to steady her, "Come on.." he said quietly.

Roxanne's hands rested on his arms for support, clinging desperately, "Why are they doing this to us?" she repeated more loudly, as if he hadn't heard her the first time. Her voice was shaky from growing sobs, and a newly grown fright at how much the humans here wanted them dead.

"I don't know.." Logan muttered, holding her close before releasing her to look her directly in the face, "Roxanne, you know we must get out of here."

Roxanne's hands clasped at his leather jacket, the tears creeping from her eyelids, "What's the point?" she sobbed gently, "There is no way out. All the doors will be bolted shut. I overheard them once.."

"There must be one day for us to get out of? How will the workers get out?" Logan murmured.

"That doors coded.. it'll refuse to let us out.." Roxanne clung onto him tightly, burying her face into his chest as she sobbed, "I've only just found you, and now I'm going to lose you."

Logan's eyes looked down at her, watching her head heave with each breath of tears. He could still hear footsteps coming their way.. he wanted to run. His instinct screamed for him to, but he couldn't leave her here. She seemed to helpless right now, "You won't lose me," he couldn't guarantee those words. It felt wrong giving her false hope, but he had to say something positive. He turned his body, walking slowly with her by his side. Logan felt confident that any doors they came across, he could break through them. He speeded up step by step, breaking her into the pattern of walking.

Slowly, Roxanne raised her head to stare back at his eyes; she walked by him at his pace now. Her eyes had hardened, "Logan. Although you can't remember anything.. don't forget me this time," she said quietly. Her lids lowered, "Just in case we don't make it out.." but before she could finish, the footsteps were too obvious, and Roxanne froze again, "Oh no!"

"No!" Logan cried, they had been doing so well, he needed to keep her going, "No! Come on!"

Roxanne broke down again, slumping uncontrollably to her knees in tears, "We'll never make it out!"

"We will.." Logan whispered, lowering in front of her. His hand outstretched to lift her chin so her eyes met his, "We can do this."

"Oh James.." she sniffed, resting her forehead against his gently, "Why did everything had to change.. our life was so perfect before.." Logan watched her solemnly as she spoke of their past. "We had such a wonderful life together, everything went well, we had steady jobs, a loving lifestyle, a family.. – "

Logan had to cut her off there, "A family?" he uttered. His voice had dropped to a whisper, a shaking quality of fright, but a yearn to know more.

Roxanne slowly raised her eyes to his, "Yes.. "Her eyes closed, "Oh, it's hurts me so much that you can't remember your child. You treasured her so much James.." Logan couldn't reply, his eyes had lodged on hers, his breathing had stillened. He had a daughter? The Wolverine? A family that he loved? Stryker had deprived him of so much.. that bastard.

Logan seemed to forget about the continuous voice from the speakers reminding them of their coming fate, he just kept his eyes upon Roxanne's, his attention solely on her, "What was she like?"

Roxanne smiled faintly, her eyes glinting brightly even in the darkness, and the tears shimmered so softly at him, "Such an angel. You said you'd never seen anything so beautiful." Logan stared at Roxanne with such awe; a nauseous hole crept into his stomach, nervously excited at the news. Roxanne brought her hands to his cheeks gently, smiling ever so softly, "She.." her thumb traced over an eyebrow tenderly, "She's got your eyes. We always said that."

A lop-sided grin was offered to Roxanne, "We did?"

With a proud defiance Roxanne nodded her head at him. "Yeah.. even when I was under this drug. I thought about her every night, where she could be now, if she's got herself married, into a job.. Our close contact was lost when I moved over to London for my job." Roxanne's hands gently traced his jaw line before falling to his shoulders, "When I found out you were alive. I had to find you. I thought Graham would help me.. but he wanted you all dead." Roxanne ever so gently kissed his lips, her own were shaking slightly. Tenderly, Logan placed a hand gently upon hers, a comforting notion to the tears that still fell from her face. The touch of her lips brought back so many memories in such a hurry he couldn't see them, they swept by and disappeared into his mind for later use.

But the sweet touch of her lips suddenly came to an odd halt. Her mouth jarred against his, and an unexpected gasp breathed from her mouth into his. To Logan's surprise, she was pressing her mouth even harder to him, all of her weight in fact. Logan opened his eyes and moved his head back curiously. But to his horror, her body fell forward and collapsed on the floor, her hair sprawling out across his lap, eyes closed and face still, blood trickling from a wound in her upper back.

Logan raised his widened eyes to see a figure stood a short distance away, earlier blocked by Roxanne's upper torso. Logan had frozen with shock, his mouth gaping in sheer horror. The figure ahead stepped forward, the gun glinting in the blackness, the person yet to be identified. Logan heard the gun cock gently, before words steadily slipped from the stranger's mouth, a threatening sense of calm, "And the moral of that is; don't mess with me, or I'll blow your god damn brains out.."

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