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AN: If this chapter seems to be poorer quality than usual, I am still getting over the shock of what happened in London. I'm writing this to try and take my mind off it, but the effect may be apparent. My thoughts go out to all those involved in the terrorist attack and their loved ones.

Chapter 16

There was a dull ache throbbing in his head as Logan felt himself stir. As he became conscious the pain that trundled around his head became more apparent. He had got used to the after-effects of the drugs they so commonly issued, but it didn't mean it was a nice experience. His eyes stung from the bright lights that were directly above him, causing his close eyelids to burn red in his vision. Slowly, he opened his eyes, staring up at the singular thin strip light that sat directly above the metal table he lay strapped upon. He turned his head slowly, which still felt horribly heavy. He could hear voices talking quietly across the room.

He could hear Lorna's voice! That meant she was all right! There was a small flood of happiness that eased the constant pain of worry in his gut. He turned his head some more, straining to see the woman as she stood several feet from the table. Her and Drayson were angrily talking, but all the while, Drayson held his rifle ready for her. Slowly, Lorna turned a face stained of both tears and blood to Logan, the hopelessness in her eyes flickering as she noticed he was awake. She made a few hurried steps towards him, her hands outstretched as she went to greet him, but Drayson roughly grabbed her by the shoulder before he jerked the same arm in front of her chest and pushed her back.

"No! Wolverine!" she cried as she stumbled behind Drayson, who abruptly turned and angrily reared his gun barrel at her.

"Shut up!" he bellowed, "Keep yelling like that and I'll blast your god damn throat out!" his hands shook on the gun he held it. While he shouted, bits of spit flew from his mouth as he stared manically at his treacherous co-worker.

Lorna staggered back from him with a weak sob, hands covering her face as she cowered under his vicious words and angry voice. His words had taken to raging at her, far from his days of a friendly approach and even mild flirtation.

"Lorna.." Logan murmured weakly, turning his head as he strained to keep his eyes on her. His head still felt heavy and painful from the use of the drugs. His eyes kept rolling slightly as his eyelids drooped on occasional from drowsiness.

Amongst Lorna's sobs Logan could hear her pleading to Drayson, "Please, just let him go. Jeremy, please! It's too late. It's failed. There's nothing more to – Argh!" The sharp sound of a slap resounded around the walls amidst Lorna's pained cry. Her wounded shriek spurned Logan's anger to the surface once more, his fists clenching, as they lay trapped beneath the metal cuffs.

"I told you to shut up!" screamed Drayson, losing it completely as he hit her across the face again. His eyes bulged madly as his voice painfully screeched from his throat. The sounds of another strike echoed around the room.

"Lorna!" cried Logan again, feeling the drowsiness that hung over him like a heavy blanket suddenly burst free as his limbs strained on the cuffs. The metal rattled for a few moments before with a furious cry Logan ripped his wrists from the metal binds. The metal, not being adamantium buckled weakly and snapped at his fierce burst of freedom. His legs tugged sharply on the cuffs at his ankles, and within a few seconds snapped themselves.

With this new freedom, Logan leapt from the table, the blinding fury clouding over his sense of morality as blood lust took over his brain. With a fierce animalistic cry his claws burst forth once more and with a bid of desperation and anger, he leapt upon Drayson, his claws plummeting through his ribs which fell in pieces at the penetrations that sunk into the flesh of his lungs and heart.

Lorna's terrified cries were pierced by the wounded howl from Drayson as he was flattened onto his front by the crushing weight of the landing Wolverine. Suddenly, his cries fell silent and the Wolverine rose slowly from his blood soaked back. His eyes shot a glare to Lorna, who recoiled under the ferocious feral burn in his dark eyes. He extended a hand to her, claws disappearing into his knuckles, "Come on," he said, in a soft voice that didn't match his current fierce expression.

"Where are we going to go?" she whispered softly, as she slowly moved her trembling hand to his. At her hand touched his he held it tightly and pulled her gently towards him. She stumbled slightly, still feeling the pain from Drayson's attacks.

As Logan steadied her, her looked around the lab slowly before he began to move on, holding her close, "To Westchester. You'll be safe there."

"But I'm not a mutant.."

"It doesn't matter," said Logan as he strode out into the corridor, looking around slowly before he backed into the lab again and turned to face her, "Stay behind me and stay close. Although not too close, I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean you don't want to – "

With a soft sound, Logan ejected his claws, "I'm gonna have to fight our way out. Where's the nearest exit?"

Lorna went quiet for a moment as she turned her head, thinking, "Well, we could go out the way you were supposed to. It's just down this corridor, then go right and it's there. But soldiers will be guarding it."

"Don't worry about them," murmured Logan as he turned out onto the corridor, "Come on." His grabbed her hand in an effort to pull her with him as the pair sprinted down the long dark corridor. Following Lorna's words, he turned right to hurtle down the corridor he was earlier defeated in. Almost immediately he stumbled to a halt. She was right. Soldiers were here. They all turned their eyes upon Logan as he arrived, guns cocked ready. "Get round the corner behind me," murmured Logan to Lorna, slowly releasing her hand, ".. Now!" She shot back as Logan ran forward and the bullets began to explode from the rifles the soldiers held. A mix of tranquilizer darts and usual bullet showered through the air towards Logan, who jumped back as they all aimed for the spot he had been previously stood in.

He span his head to glare at the soldiers as they readied their guns again, but with an unearthly roar he leapt at him and amidst the cracks of shooting guns, cries of horror could be heard as one by one the guns clattered to the floor to rest besides slumping soldiers. Lorna firmly hid herself around the corner, her hands clamped over her ears as she squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't want to listen to the screams of dying men. But still she gave quiet sobs, small drops of tears trailing from her tightly closed eyes.

But then, all fell silent. Lorna slowly lowered her trembling hand from her ears as she turned gradually to peer around the dark cold wall to see Logan stood amongst fallen bodies. The stench of blood filled the air, but that was nothing compared to the chilling look of triumph on his face. His face lifted to return her gaze. His eyes cold and hard. As though immune to the horror he should feel at the murders he had committed. But there was nothing. Every pain he ever felt had been buried deep under the tough appearance. "It's alright," she heard his voice call, echoing down the blood-splattered walls, "It's time to go," he beckoned her with a hand. And ever so slowly, she crept around the wall, walking slowly amongst the bloodbath that remained. Her heels clicked slowly in the hard floor, her shoes stumbling to avoid standing in sprawled limbs.

She staggered around the fallen bodies gingerly, her shaking hand moving out to take Logan's as he extended his palm to her. He slowly closed his large hand around her trembling digits, watching her gently before he turned to the door behind him, "What's the code?"

"6-8-8-2-6-8."

"6..8..8.. " murmured Logan as he pressed the key pads.

"2-6-8."

"Mutant," said Logan gruffly as he watched the keypad in front of him. Lorna only nodded once. However, the door unlocked with a noisy sound and Logan was quick to grab the large handle and wrench the door open for the pair to run out into a small dark square room. They came out onto the landing of a rickety looking metal staircase that led up to the roof and down to the lower floors.

"Up," said Lorna as she saw Logan deliberating over the direction.

"What's up?"

"The roof. And a helicopter."

"Ah, good," muttered Logan as he turned to the staircase heading upwards, he gestured for her to go first and the woman slipped in front of him and together they speedily clanged up the metal staircase, rounding the corners the higher they climbed. Eventually, they reached a small metal door, which Lorna burst through. With a gasp of air she stumbled out onto the roof of the building meeting the bitter night air that blew around her. The sky above was naked of clouds, and only twinkling stars shone down from the violet heavens. This sudden sense of freedom was all too emotional for Lorna who stumbled slightly as her wounded hands flung to her face as she cried quietly.

Logan came quietly behind her, observing her softly heaving shoulders for a small moment before he turned to watch the large dark helicopter loom besides them, "Come on," he said briskly as he ran towards the machine. Wiping falling tears, Lorna followed, her shoes crunching on the loose gravel of the roof. Logan wrenched back the door as he leapt in, closely followed by Lorna who jumped into the pilot's seat. The door was slammed loudly before she turned and strapped herself in with shaking hands.

"To Westchester?"

Logan looked out slowly across the glittering landscape of skyscrapers that all shone in the distance and beyond. With a bow of his head, he moved his head to then raised it to watch her solemnly. For the first time that night, the hard glare of his eyes softened as he confirmed in a quiet whisper, "To home."

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