Hello and howdy! Adam_bat is back and brings another fun chapter to you.  As promised it wasn't as long as before and I hope to get better with that.  Your reviews are all appreciated and I look forward to reading them, as I hope you have looked forward to chapter four:

CITY FOLK

Logan was charging down the alleyway full steam and was just a few seconds away from making the leap that would overtake his quarry when his heel snapped.  "Son of a…!" he yelled as he fell forward and skidded across the pavement.  Lifting up he saw the three hightailing away. 

He pushed himself up into a sitting position and saw the offending chunk of plastic.  Looking down at his foot he growled, seeing one side of a pair of red high heels.  He viciously tore the ladies shoes off and diced them up with his claws.  Standing up in stocking feet he swore vicious, bloody, painful death on the three who had dressed him up like a street hooker and given him purple spots.

He sniffed around and easily found the scent of the three soon to be corpses and set out after it.  Taking a moment to adjust his bosom, cursing and extending his revenge to include castration when he realized what he was doing, Logan began his hunt.

Beast, Bobby and Gambit had made it safely to the rooftops.  After leaping across several they settled against a roof hatch and caught their breaths.  Bobby was the first to renew normal breathing and his face slowly split into a grin, "That was awesome!"

Beast and Gambit stared at him incredulous, "What do you mean?  That incident was nearly fatal!"

"Dat man almost kill us back der!"

Bobby smiled, "But did you see him? In those heels? And that dress.  I've never wished for a camcorder more in my life! Well except that time I accidentally opened the bathroom door with Storm inside….but this is defiantly a close second!"

Gambit shook his head in disbelief but Beast's face slowly cracked and he began laughing, "You tink dat was funny too?!" Gambit snapped and Beast nodded helplessly.

"I know that it was a terrible fiasco, and more likely than not we will pay for it later, but…that scene, it was truly priceless.  Logan looking so vicious yet wearing a short skirt and blond wig…" Beast lay back and laughed.

Gambit shook his head again but a slim smile appeared and he chuckled, "Alright it was funny, very bad fo us, but funny."

"And did you see him bounce?!" Bobby pointed out, holding his side, "He woulda made some of those Baywatch babes jealous!" That was all any of them could take and all three exploded into loud riotous laughter that echoed along the skyline of the city.

"Hey," Bobby gasped after several minutes, "we should get moving.  Ol' Logan will be tracking us." 

Beast and Gambit slowly caught their breaths and nodded, "I believe the best course of action would be for us to head immediately to the airport.  A hasty getaway as it were," Beast suggested and the trio began to climb back down to the alley below. 

Hopping off the fire escape Gambit landed last and looked around, "We goin to da airport, but which way is dat?"

Beast scratched his head and thought, "It's hard to tell which way to go, when one does not know where they are."

Bobby surveyed the area and gulped, "Well judging by the he/she on the corner, and the group of unfriendly types coming this way," he pointed at an advancing gang that was sauntering over whispering angrily amongst each other, "I'd say we're in a bad part of town."

"Oh dear," Beast sighed and eased into a calm, but effectively defensive stance.  Bobby was ready and Gambit calmly lit a cigarette.

"Yo!" A man in the lead yelled.

Bobby rolled his eyes and Beast made an effort to respond, "Greetings."

The man turned to another at his side and the two snuffed, "Greetings?! Where do you get off comin in here and sayin greetings?  What are you, some sort a highbred freak?"

Beast frowned and sighed, "I apologize, would 'yo hommie' have been the proper response?"

Bobby giggled and Gambit smiled.

"You trying to be funny?  Look, we don't like freaks around here."

"Then we'll let you know if we see any," Bobby replied and smiled, "Until then we were just on our way out so…"

The leader spat, "That's real cute, but none of you are goin anywhere."

"If I could interrupt, I believe that you meant, 'no one is going anywhere' of course I could be wrong but I rarely am so…"  Beast cut in and began to muse.

"Oh that's it! Get em'!"   The leader yelled and his gang quickly moved forward.

"So much for the friendly approach," Bobby cracked.

Several minutes later and the three casually strolled out of the alley.

"What a clichéd bunch," Hank noted and Bobby nodded, giving a nod to the figure on the corner before heading across the street.  Behind them the group moped around nursing their wounds.  Several were covered in a thin layer of frost, some bearing scorch marks on their torn clothing, and all had pink skin.

Once across they headed up the street to find a cab slowly passing by, "Taxi!" Hank called.  The car began slowing down but as it neared the tires quickly squealed and the vehicle zoomed away, "must be the neighborhood." Beast said and the other two nodded. 

"Well guess we're walking for awhile," Bobby sighed, "wonder how much distance we've put between us and Logan."

Logan had followed the three's trail up to the rooftops and back down into the alley, too engrossed in his search to even worry about the clothes he wore.  He was in a very bad mood and it only worsened by the minute.  As he hopped off the ladder to the fire escape he heard a rip and looked down to see the seam splitting on his dress.

"Dammit," he muttered while examining it, "I'll kill em' I swear…"

"Hey tramp!" Logan lifted his head and saw a woman angrily approaching.  He sighed when he caught the scent and other tell tale signs that this was actually a man, "I'm working this area!"

Logan prepared a response when his attention was turned to another shout from down the alley,   "Yo!" Logan growled when he saw a pink man approaching with a pack of carnation thugs, "We don't like freaks around here!"

Looking from the haughty transvestite to the rosy colored gang Logan raised his head back and laughed gruffly, "Oh, this has gone wayyy beyond a simple killing." 

"You laugh…" He was cut off as Logan's fist slammed across his face.  The rest of the gang blinked and surged forward.  Logan grinned; finally having targets to release some of his anger out on, and began to have fun.  He knocked one down with a punch across the jaw, sent another flying with a kick to the gut, and tossed one over his shoulder into two others. 

Laying the rest out with various moves involving his fists Logan looked around and was satisfied to hear all of the gang groaning and skulking off.  At his feet was the leader, nursing a bruised cheek and looking up at him fearfully.  Logan flashed a feral grin and reached down, hauling the man up, "Now, not that I need ta know but just for the sake of asking, you've seen three guys come thru here recently.  Which way did they go?"

"I...I don't…"

Logan tsked and shook his head, "Come on, do somethin smart for once.  Think hard, they turned ya pink, one was blue and furry."

The man in his grip sighed angrily and nodded, "Yeah, alright.  Those punks…you go find em' they went that way." He pointed and Logan nodded, dropping him and dusting off his hands. 

As soon as Logan turned his back to the man he jumped up and fled.  Logan allowed him to go, his attention now turned to the transvestite who was looking him over approvingly.

"You're very strong," the he/she said, voice taking on what passed as a seducing tone, "and aggressive."

Logan shook his head, adjusted his chest again and walked past, "Ya ain't my type." The street walker pouted and returned to his corner, giving Logan one last look over before heading to the open window of a car.

Alright there ya go! Yet another chapter finished with more to come.  Again I hope to have the next one up shortly and that one will have a surprise guest! So keep an eye out and I'll be back.