August 15th cont.
It didn't take to long for me to find out where Logan was taking me. Maybe half an hour ( I'm not sure, my sense of relativity then had long scince gone bye-bye) Logan stopped. Since, as you remember, I kinda had a back window seat I had to squirm into a position to see what was going on. As I struggled a bit Logan growled but didn't do anything. I shot him an annoyed look but still kept squirming. Finally I managed to get a look at our location. It seemed as though we were in front of a cave. Great, I thought, This will really come in handy while we are being chased.
I guess Logan could tell what I was thinking because he set me down and gestured me in the cave. Well, maybe gesture is to kind a term. Actually he grabbed my arm and partially threw/dragged me into the cave. Let's just say the cold ground is not pleasent in a cave. Moaning a little I managed to pull myself up. Looking around to get my bearings I realized where I was. This was the cavern that Logan had attacked us in.
Raising myself up a little more I heard Logan growl. Snapping my head in the direction of the growl I heard something snap. MayI say that hurt! Logan looked at me with danger in his eyes. Yet when I looked at himI felt safe. No, I'm not kidding, I felt safe with the guy. Safer then I had felt in a long time.
Logan continued to stare at me in deep concentration. It almost seemed as though he didn't know what to do with me. Like he wasn't sure I was an enemy or a friend.For my own well-beingI concidered myself a friend.It doesn't take a genius to figure out not to be an enemy with him. The staring, however, seemed to continue on forever. Finally I decided to stop it.
" So Mr. Logan," I started gettinga suprisedlook from him, " What are we going to do now?"
It was a simple enough question and one I sincerely wanted an answer to. But, the answer nevercame, at least not at first. Instead Logan just looked at me in his wierd way. He seemed to be judging what to do, answer or attack. I know it'smeanof me to rat on him but I couldn't help thinkingthat he needs to come up with more reactions then silence or action.
Cautiously I restated my question a little louder," Mr. Logan, what are we going to do? I mean Rouge and Bobby and Gambit and the rest of them are all still trappedin that whatcha-macallit."
Logan continued to stare. Which was not the answer I had really wanted. Suddenly hereacted. Jumping mear inches away fromme he grabbed my hand. Suprised I tried to pull away, but he held on to firmly. SuddenlyI felt the odd feeling of something being pulled away.StrugglingI tried to fight the pull but only managed to make it come faster. The room began to spin and I collapsed on the floor next to Logan.