Bad NightShadow. I forgot tha disclaimer in tha last chappie so here it is. . .
Disclaimer: I own everythin' about tha x-men mwahahaha (and if you're smart than ya'll notice the word at tha beginnin' of tha second line. In otha words I. Don't. Own. It.)
There, that should cover me for a few chappies at least.
On with tha story.
Shadow Of The Wolf
Chapter 2 - Catching The Scent
"Hey, did you guys, like, see the news last night?"
Before the occupants of the kitchen had a chance to answer the excited girl's question a large, gruff man came in and switched the TV over to CNN. As the group watched a blonde reporter appeared on the screen.
"In further news, mutant hate crimes are increasing in regularity and severity. The most recent being last's nights murder of billionaire mutant supporter Adam Rothschild."
As the woman spoke a picture of a dark man in his early fifties appeared on the screen next to her.
"It is believed that this is another in a long string of murders committed by the mutant hater known only as Aurora."
Before the group could hear anymore of the broadcast Logan had muted the volume and begun speaking.
"Yer all restricted ta the institute grounds except fer school and missions. Any trips of the grounds at other times are ta be supervised by an adult."
Exclamations of "what!" and "that's not fair!" were heard throughout the kitchen.
"But Logan, that's, like, so not fair!"
"Yeah dude. What's up with the new rules?"
"It's quite simple Evan. With the recent string of murders of influential mutants and mutant supporters we are worried for your safety."
"But Auntie O, you just said influential people, we aren't influential."
"No but you are public figures. You have made the news quite often and would be quite the feather in Aurora's cap should she attempt to kill any of you."
With that having been said the two adults left the room leaving the teens to finish their breakfast and race off to school.
Elsewhere in the city
Elsewhere in the city two motorcycles were pulling up next to the yellow police tape surrounding the home of Adam Rothschild. Pulling off her helmet Kyra ran a small hand through her short red hair before turning to the silent man beside her.
"I need to get in there Mitchells. If I can't catch a scent we'll never be able to find her."
"Do you think you'll be able to get the scent?"
"I don't know. I know what her scent is but with all the cops that have probably been in there the scent might have disappeared."
Nodding his bald head Mitchells turned off his bike and moved towards the officers standing near the police tape. While he did this Kyra snuck around back and crept into the house. Making sure to avoid any of the police officers inside the house she made her way to the study where the murder was committed.
Once in the room she slipped on a pair of gloves and began looking around. After a few minutes in the room she left the house the way she had entered and met Mitchells by their bikes.
Climbing into the seat she started the bike up before turning to Mitchells.
"I've got the scent. We just need to wait for her to make her next move."
"What do we do until then?"
"We find a room and then go shopping."
With that she slipped her helmet on and roared off with Mitchells close behind.
Bayville Mall - The Next Day
"This is, like, so cool of you Mr. Logan!"
Growling at the ever excitable Kitty's exclamation Logan quickly parked the car in the Bayville Mall car park.
As everyone tumbled out Logan spoke up.
"Everyone meet up at the food court by 12. It's 10 o'clock now so that gives ya two hours. Go it?"
Logan's question was quickly followed by affirmative statements as everyone wondered off in their own directions. However, before they all disappeared he called out to them.
"Make sure yer always with someone an' don't get separated."
Nods and yeses were thrown over their shoulders as the teenage mutants hurried off. Shaking his head Logan headed off in the direction of the Leather Goods Store, the only clothing store in the entire mall he could stomach without wanting to throw up.
The Leather Goods Store
A short while later Logan was walking into the dark interior of the store. Breathing deeply he took in the scent of rich leather that permeated the store. With a nod to the woman behind the counter he head straight for the gloves section.
As he was passing the change rooms he spotted a tall black man standing as if one guard, with his legs braced apart and his arms folded across his chest. Despite the man's size the Wolverine barely spared him a glance instead his attention was drawn to the scent coming from the cubicle the man was standing outside.
It was a scent that brought forth all the territorial instincts buried deep within the feral part of Logan's psyche.
Slowly a possessive growl began to build up from the pit of his stomach but before Logan could release it he caught himself and turned away leaving the store and putting as much distance between himself and the intoxicating scent inside the cubicle.
Inside the cubicle, Kyra was experiencing much the same reaction as Logan was. She was so caught up in his scent that the tag on the pants she had been trying on slipped leaving a small paper cut; a paper cut that healed almost as soon as it happened.
Quickly getting dressed again in her dark jeans she raced out of the cubicle. Looking around she saw no one save Mitchells and the store clerk.
"Somethin' wrong Kyra?"
Shaking her head distractedly Kyra placed the items she wanted to buy on the counter and quickly paid for them. Leaving the store she tried to catch the scent again only to find it had been almost completely covered up by all the usual scents you find at the mall.
Sighing she turned to Mitchells and said, "Let's go and get what we need then find something to eat."
Mall Food Court - Two Hours Later
Two hours later the teenage x-men had met up with Logan at the food court. Once everyone had gotten something to eat they found a large table and all sat down to eat.
However, part way through his burger Logan suddenly stopped eating and raised his nose to sniff the air.
"What's with the snuffling wolvie?"
Growling at Tabby's nickname for him Logan ignored the question and turned to find the source of the alluring scent.
Turning in his seat his search found him looking at a small redhead sitting with the same dark man he had seen in the Leather Goods Store. As before though, he ignored the big man and focussed on the girl.
She appeared to be in her mid twenties and to Logan she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her red hair was cut in a short bouncy style that framed her elfin face, her skin was so pale as to be almost translucent, and was made more so by the black singlet she was wearing and her eyes were the brightest blue Logan had ever seen.
As if sensing his gaze the girl suddenly looked up. Bright blue eyes collided with hazel ones and held.
As Logan watched the dark man placed a hand on the girl's arm to draw her attention back to their conversation.
Seeing his large hand on her arm seemed to cause something in Logan to snap and before he knew it he had let out a low growl.
Hearing his growl Rogue placed a gloved hand on his arm carefully so as not to startle him into attacking her.
"Logan, are ya alrahght?"
Shaking his head to clear it he turned back to the southern girl with a half grin before continuing to eat his burger.
Over at Kyra's table a similar reaction took place when she saw the goth girl place a gloved hand on Logan's brawny arm. If not for Mitchells she most likely would have gone over to stake her claim, but one good thing did come of the girl distracting the brawny man; Kyra now knew that his name was Logan.
Hearing her name she turned back to Mitchells and began eating again.
At his table Logan grinned for he now knew the girl's name was Kyra.
Despite the two's relaxed postures as they continued to eat they remained constantly aware of the other right up until Kyra left the food court.
As she left she made sure to brush past Logan's chair and catch his eye not caring if Mitchells noticed her fascination with the man or not.
Logan was likewise uncaring if anyone noticed his seeming obsession with the beautiful young woman. Letting his eyes drift down to her softly swaying hips Logan watched her retreating form until the crowd blocked his view.
"Wow, Wolvie. Who's the babe?"
Turning sharply to face the yellow clad Jubilee Logan's only reply was a growl before he turned back to his lunch.
A/N: ok another chappie finished for my second fanfic and third story. An odd place to leave it - poor Logan, left in a mall with a group of teenagers - but that's all I can write for this little meetin' without doin' another time jump.
Anyway I hope to hav tha next chappie for this story and Deadly Nightshade posted within the next couple of days.
Buh-
What about me?
It isn't fair
I've had enough
Now I want my share
(sound of a record being scratched to a halt)
SHUT UP! You're an even worse singer than you are a joke teller
Hey! I resent that remark!
No, you resemble that remark. And isn't it past your bedtime?
I'm not a child, I don't have to go to bed 'til 9.
Well, isn't it lucky for me and anyone reading this that it's just gone 9. So why don't you say good night to everyone and get lost.
Good night to everyone and get lost.
I warned you he has episodes at the strangest times but never fear the doctors are increasing his medication.
Buh-bye