New screen-name! Speak-Slow. Ten times better than Iyluvr200 eh?

READ: Okay, so I thought I'd dedicate this little part for all of your reviewers. Again, thank you so much for reviewing and voicing your opinions, they really mean a lot. I really look forward to the next day after posting a new chapter to see what you all think of the fic, and how you like it, what I should change, or what I should keep the same. I hope you all enjoy this chapter even more than the first.

I also thought I'd let you guys know how exactly this story is going to work. I am going to incorporate the movies to tie in with the fic. Think of this one like the prologue. There will be a two sequels that will follow the first, second, and third movie. If there's any questions or comments, please ask!

I've had a couple comments about the summary, and believe me- I try, but I can't seem to write the perfect one out, lol. They always sound corny or stupid, anything but what the stories telling. I'll try another one to see if it'll attract more readers :D. I used to live near Calgary, well no, that's a lie. I lived about 3 hours away.. In a town called Lacombe. TT hated it there. But sadly, that's where I started writing this little fic.

How to pronounce Tegan: Tee-g-in. A hard G I suppose, lol. Think of saying "Get In" but with a hard southern accent. "G'in!"

Chapter Four

"You have another fight tonight, don't you?" Tegan asked, mindlessly chewing on a sunflower seed. She sat at the table in the back camper. The space was tiny, causing her to curl up with her knees close to her chest. Her hands reached over to the bag and she grabbed another handful, only popping a few in her mouth.

"Yeah." Was all Logan responded with. He sat across from her, leaning against the campers wall, with his legs dangling off the edge. A cigar sat in his mouth, and every time he inhaled, a crackling sound would ring in Tegan's ears, almost wanting her to cover them and scream at Logan to stop smoking, but then again, that'd cause him to wonder about her and therefore probe questions as to why it was so loud to her.

"I think I might go to Shayoko's. She offered me a place to shower. I'm sick of a shower head with the pressure of negative 2." Tegan popped another couple spits in her mouth. "What about you? I'm almost positive you could use one yourself."

Logan looked over to her with a blank stare. Tegan closed her eyes and grinned. "It's all love, Logan." She sent him a wink.

This caused Logan to raise an eyebrow. He looked over to her for a moment before shaking his head and looking back towards the window on the other side of the camper.

"God! What the hells your problem today!" Tegan yelled, pushing the spits bag over. "Where the hells your mind at today!"

Logan, once again, turned to look at her with a blank stare. He made eye contact with her, staring, hoping to find something, but when he didn't, he looked away. His voice was low when he mumbled, "Just tryin' to figure out somethin'."

Tegan's eyebrows came together in confusion and another bout of frustration overcame her. "You can just ask Logan! You don't have to go acting all drama queen on me!"

She heard Logan made a 'pfft' sound, which only caused her more anger. "Don't you have to be at the bar soon?" She asked with an edge to her voice.

"Nope." He responded, with a cocky attitude. He turned to look at her. "Not for another five hours."

Tegan glared over to him. "You're a real ass, you know that, don't you?"

Logan managed a grin. "You've told me more than once in the past week."

"Argh!" Tegan flailed her arms in the air before squeezing out of the bench. "I'm out of here. I'm heading to Shay's for her shower. I don't know when I'll be back."

Logan looked up to her, but didn't speak. He gave a court nod then pulled out another cigar from his jean pocket. Tegan turned around to the bed, where her bag lay, and grabbed it. She was walking out of the door when she heard Logan inhale a large bit of his cigar, the burning sound almost killing her.

Shayoko set the kettle on the burner and turned the knob to the highest number. She turned around to look over to Remy, who sat at her table with a cocky smile plastered on his face. She smiled over to him, which caused him to laugh.

Shayoko looked down to the ground in a flattered way, then looked back up to him. "You gonna stand there all day Chere? Or are you going to sit down with Remy and have a nice conversation?"

Shayoko laughed softly before sitting across from him. "So, what do I owe this surprise visit?"

Remy shrugged. "Been bored. Thought about stoppin' in the other day, but never got 'round to it." His voice was thick with his French accent, and it took Shayoko a couple of moments to understand what he was saying.

"Oh really?" Shayoko raised an eyebrow. "Well, what's been new?"

"Just tryin' to get that man's parts in by next week. Word on the street is that both of them are freakin' everyone out. Two kids came by the shop the other day and starting saying that they walked by their camper and heard them talking about robbin' something or 'ther- The waters boiling- anyway, called the motor smith, and he says I won't get it for another couple of weeks."

Shayoko, who was now pouring them each a cup of tea, looked over to him. "Tryin' hard to get rid of them are ya?" When Remy smiled to her, She looked back to the cups. "I don't know- they seem like nice people. Well, the girl does, can't stand the prick with her."

Remy laughed. "I don't think the gal can't stand him either. Always bickering those two."

She walked back to the table, and handed him his cup. "Yeah. She's come into the restaurant swearing under her breath because they were in a fight before she came. It's funny, every time I see her, they're always fighting." Shayoko took a long sip of her tea. "Think they're married?"

Remy made sure to swallow his tea before laughing. "Ain't sure- sure act like it don't they?"

Shayoko laughed, but was interrupted from a knock at her door. "Sherry must've left her keys inside." She said, the only theory she could come up with. She walked over to the door, and threw it open. "Oh.. hi!"

Tegan smiled. "Hey, thought I'd take up that offer of the free shower!"

Shayoko smiled and allowed her to enter. "You must be freezing! How come you're not wearing a jacket!"

Tegan looked down to her jeans and black t-shirt and blinked. "Oh.. I forgot." She looked up to her and smiled. "My mind was occupied with getting the hell away from Logan. He's way to annoying for me sometimes."

"I couldn't tell." Shayoko plastered a fake smile on her face. "Anyway, I have a guest in the kitchen, the uh-bathroom is up stairs, first door on your right."

Tegan nodded. "Thanks Shay!" She shouted as she traveled up the stairs.

Shayoko walked back into the kitchen and sat back down. "Speak of the devil." She spoke to Remy, grinning. "She seems to have the knack to show up at the right time, hey?"

"Okay.. just breathe. In.. and out. In, and out." Tegan mumbled under her breath while looking at the shower. The curtain was closed and she could hear the water patting on the tub's surface.

"It's just water Teg.. just water." She closed her eyes and was about to hop in, but in the last moment she turned away with a squee. "Oh god, I can't do this… I'm going to smell like gross-lets-never-or-rarely-shower-Logan for the rest of my life."

She whimpered before turning around to face the tub again. She must've looked ridiculous; standing there, naked, almost to tears at the sound of the water. Her heart rate quickened, and her palms began to perspire. She took two tentative steps towards the tub and began to shake. "Oh just get in the tub!" She whispered, harshly, to herself.

She flung the curtain open and stared at the water. She gave a gulp before jumping in, and slipping. She cursed loudly when she landing on her back on the tub, feeling the water dance on her body. She gave another whimper and slammed her eyes shut before reaching for necessary needs for showering, all the while closing her eyes, only cracking one open to find where the shampoo, conditioner, and soap was.

"Did you hear that?" Shayoko asked, her eyes widened at the bang heard above their heads. "You don't think she fell do you?"

Remy looked up to the ceiling. "No.. Everything sounds fine now."

"Should we check up on her?"

Remy bit his lip and shook his head. "Nah, every things fine."

"Okay.." Shayoko cupped the mug and brought it up to her lips. "You were saying?"

Remy lowered his voice. "Remy found a place Shay.. for people.. like us." He leaned closer to her, almost afraid that someone would hear what they were talking about. "A place where we could live a happy life 'Chere. This place is god's gift, I swear. Everywhere you turn, there be people like us. Happy. Laughing. Not living in fear. It's meant to be 'Chere, it's there, waiting for us.. to be happy."

Shayoko stared over to him, he always tried to find a way where they both could escape from the horrible life they'd lived here. He would come running to her whenever he found something remotely safe, anything away from this place. She lived in fear, always afraid to show her true self, because she knew, she knew if she did, she'd be dead. The people around her, who she thought she trusted, wouldn't even bother to remember the happiness they all shared, and just kill her. Slowly, to tell her that she was nothing.

Whenever Remy came running to her, she wouldn't believe him and told him to quit dreaming, that there was no where to go. There's was always something that kept them from going. But the look in his eyes, the hope etched in his face, his pleading face, it almost seemed real.. she could almost believe him that such a place existed.

She placed her mud down slowly, and answered, her voice low and failing. "Where is it?"

Remy instantly smiled. He couldn't help but laugh softly and shake his head. "New York."

She knew there was something in the bargain. "New York? Remy, how exactly are we going to get down there? You know I make close to nothing down at the restaurant. The only thing I get out of those wages is rent."

"That's why those people.. Those two people are our way out. The moment that part gets in, it's ours. Get in Remy's car, and just drive. Just drive 'Chere."

Shayoko's face was painted with doubt, but she nodded slowly in the end. "…Okay." She whispered.

Remy's face brightened up and he laughed. "Yes! Chere! This is it! This is it!" He got up from his chair and walked over to her, he reached down and grabbed her into his arms, spinning her around.

Shayoko laughed and hugged him tightly. "Oh Remy.. Oh god, this is it." She held on tighter. "Oh, boy…" She looked up to him when he placed her on the floor. "This is it." She whispered.

Remy nodded and was about to lean down, but a cough interrupted them.

The pair looked up from their dance and over. Tegan stood in a pair of gray sweats and a black tank. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel, and her bag was placed beside her. "Did I intrude?" She asked.

Shayoko tore apart of Remy and shook her head. "No, every things fine." She flattened out her shirt, which had wrinkled from Remy picking her up. "You've met Remy, haven't you?"

Tegan looked over to him and nodded. "Yeah, he's fixing Logan's truck."

Remy nodded and held his hand out. "Good to see you again, 'Chere."

Tegan shook it and smiled. "Always a pleasure to meet French boys. My ex was French."

"Oh? Where was he from?"

"Oh god, I couldn't remember for the life of me.. Somewhere down near the Mississippi."

Remy's face went blank. "The what?" He asked, his voice cold.

"Missis-" Tegan cut herself off, "Did I say something wrong?" Her voice was etched with curiousity.

Remy shook his head, the anger instantly leaving him. "N-no. Nothing wrong."

"Okay.." Tegan shook her head. "Anyway, thanks for the shower Shay, better than anything remotely close to Logan's shitty ass thing."

"You're welcome."

Logan walked down the street with a swagger only he could master. He reached up to his lips to snatch the cigar from his mouth, he let out a breath of smoke as he exhaled, and shivered slightly. It was cold outside, the snow slowly melting from the sun that was making it known. His leather jacket was snug against him, and his jeans were becoming more worn.

He walked past stores and pharmacies, ignoring the looks of the people passing him. It was the same thing in every town. All wondering why his hair stood up like that, or how it stood up like that. They'd wonder why he was such the loner, or why he'd always shut himself out. A couple years back, he'd sat down in a bar when a pretty young thing came up to him and started probing questions out of him. Asking him where he was going, or who he was traveling with. Logan had tried to be polite, but once the woman started getting to curious, he cut ends with her; slamming money down on the counter he left without another word, ignoring the comments behind him.

He didn't have time to worry about women. He only had one thing in mind, and that was discovering his past. Why he was such the weapon, why he was such the animal. He didn't remember anything past the point where he had awoken in a dark underground lab, screaming because blades came out of his hands.

The moment he stopped screaming from the pain, he began to run. He ran down the many halls, his feet sloshing on the wet floors, slipping a few times. When he finally reached what he thought was a door, he slammed it open and continued running. Through the snow, he didn't know how long he ran before he reached an old pickup with a bag of cash in the front seat.

Shivering at the memory, Logan started to walk faster. He stopped suddenly when he heard a noise to his left. It sounded like static. Turning to his side, he looked down an alleyway, where a bum at the end was picking through the garbage for food. Logan's brows came together and he took a couple tentative steps towards where the noise was coming from.

That's when it hit him. A wave of loud static rang in his ears, causing him to howl with pain. It was loud, so loud it could almost tear his eardrums apart. It almost stung, feeling like electricity was running through his body. Up and down, up and down. Logan felt his heart clench within his chest, and he doubled over. His knees landed in front of a dirty greasy wall, and he leaned forward, his forehead resting upon the bricks. He yelled again when another round rang through his body.

It was long moments before the static stopped. The pain still rumbled through his body, causing him to groan loudly. Sweat began to roll on his forehead, and he yelled once again. He threw his fist back and slammed it into the wall, not noticing the rubble of bricks falling to the ground.

"Sir? Ya'll right?" A deep voice asked from behind him. However, he chose to ignore it, his mind still concentrating on the pain. "Sir?" It wasn't until a hand was pressed onto his shoulders that Logan turned his head around so quick. He snarled at the hobo who stood in front of him, his hands raised up. "I was only trying to help!" He claimed.

Logan quickly stood up and jogged out of the alleyway. He rushed past the groups of people, once again ignoring the rude looks they were all sending him. Some nut even had the balls to swear at him. Logan stopped walking so fast and turned to look at him. The man's face paled instantly and he continued on his way.

Logan looked away from the man's body and looked forward down the street. He had to find Tegan. He began to jog a little faster, once again pushing people out of the way. He tried desperately to remember what house the little devil named Shayoko lived in. He barely remembered Tegan even telling him. He was far too busy admiring her form in the towel that was wrapped around her figure after her shower.

When he saw a street that was familiar to him, he turned down it. Ahead he saw a small crowd all standing around something. A feeling at the pit of stomach began to grow with ever step he took towards the crowd.

When he reached it, he pushed people out of the way and saw Tegan laying on her back on the sidewalk. She was unconscious, barely breathing. From her left ear, an tiny trail of blood was slowly pooling out. Every muscle in Logan's body tensed up, and he bent down by her side.

"Sir, could you please give her some room. We have to take her to the hospital." A man asked, raising his voice.

Logan turned to look at him and then back down to Tegan. That's when he noticed her mouth was open at least two inches. Showing her teeth. Her hair was wet, laying around her face, therefore showing her long, pointy ears. Logan sucked in a breath and reached out to grab her before anyone noticed. He picked her up close to him, one arm under her neck, the other under her knees. Her body curled to him instantly.

"Sir, please! She has to go to the hospit-" Logan walked passed him, Tegan's foot hitting him square in the shoulder, which caused him to fall on his bottom.

Logan walked down the street, looking at the house numbers, and once he recognized one, he walked up the driveway and banged on the door with his foot.

"Did it . . . Did it stop?" Shayoko's soft voice asked. It was weak from all the screaming she'd just down from the sudden pain she felt. She was on the floor, her back arched up, which was now slowly lowering itself down. Her florescent blue hair was tangled around her, and her back shined from the sunlight when she sat up.

Remy was laying on his stomach in front of her. He raised his head up and looked around. His dark red eyes were wide with fear and he, slowly, sat up. He ran a hand through his thick hair and coughed a little. "What was that?" He asked, his voice soft.

Shayoko shook her head. "I-I don't know." She brought a hand up to her head and ran it through her thick, coarse hair. "It hurt."

Remy nodded, staring down at the floor. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes before a loud bang hit Shayoko's door, causing it to shake slightly. Shayoko jumped up in fright, Remy turned his head towards the door, then back to Shayoko. "Answer it?" He whispered.

Shayoko nodded and stood up, almost tripping from the round of dizziness that ran up to her head. She took slow steps to the door, and almost jumped once again when another hit came to the fragile door. She clasped the doorknob and threw it open. "What the hells your problem!" She shrieked when she saw Logan.

She began to yell, but Logan cut her off. "Her heads bleeding." He said, moving around Shayoko. He walked across the hardwood floor in the living room. He walked with Tegan in his arms to the ratty blue couch and gently placed her down.

"What happened?" Remy and Shayoko both stood behind Logan. It was Shayoko who had asked the question. Logan looked over his shoulder to the petite girl, who had her eyes only on Tegan.

"Do you have a rag?" He finally asked. Shayoko looked up to him and nodded. She turned around and scurried up her stairs to the bathroom. Logan looked back down to Tegan

When he heard the French man walk into the kitchen, he finally bent down to be closer. He carefully put on hand on her forehead and caressed it. Her mouth had finally closed, and her head curved the cup of his hand. Logan let out a breath of air he hadn't realized he had been holding. She was going to be alright.

"Ahem." Logan jerked his hand away from Tegan's cheek and looked up to Shayoko, who stood with a wet cloth in her right hand. "You needed this?"

Logan nodded and was about to reach out to grab it, but stopped in mid-action. "Could you clean her ear?"

Shayoko nodded and bent down beside him. He then slowly stood up full on feet and watched as Shayoko delicately began to clean the bloody ear. She was able to see the point full on, and when she didn't comment on it, something in Logan almost snapped. Did she know already? Why hadn't she told him?

"Shouldn't we take her to the hospital?" Shayoko asked, her voice gentle.

"No." His voice was rough. "Do you have anything to drink?"

"In the fridge." Shayoko then looked up to him with confusion in her eyes. "Why can't we take her to the hospital?"

Logan stared down to her with a cold look. "You know why."

Shayoko brought her gaze back down to the floor, then over to Tegan. "If you thought I didn't know, why'd you let me clean her ear?" She looked up to Logan with a hard look.

Logan stared down at her. "You have blood on forehead."

Shayoko immediately brought a hand to her forehead and felt along her hairline. Then she felt the small patch of blood, and her face scrunched up. "That doesn't explain anything."

"It happened to you and red eyes too."

Shayoko looked into his eyes to try and figure out what exactly he was getting at. It took her almost three minutes before it dawned on her. He was one of them. The attack was against mutants, and that was why Tegan was barely conscious on her couch, and why Logan was standing in front of her with a stern look. "Does she know?" She asked, once her conclusion set aside.

Logan didn't move, nor speak. He just cast his eyes over to Tegan and nestled them there for a second before turning around to walk into the kitchen for that drink he'd asked for earlier.

Remy and Shayoko sat at the kitchen table, with Logan leaning against the frames that lead from the kitchen to the living room. His arms were crossed, and in one hand he held a bottle of beer. Shayoko leaned on the table with her head in her hand, and Remy leaned against his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Tegan was still passed out on the couch. They had tried to get her to drink something earlier, but she spat it out, heaving when it left her mouth. Logan was worried, but he didn't dare show it. Instead he calmly demanded that Shayoko let both of them stay the night there, and with much annoyance she accepted, not really in the mood to argue with Logan.

It was now nearing 10 o'clock PM, and all three hadn't spoken for at least an hour, just staring off into space, trying to figure out the incident that had happened earlier.

"That's never happened to me before." Shayoko finally whispered, bringing her gaze to stare at both men. Remy brought his eyes away from the ceiling, and Logan brought his away from the floor. "Never.' Shayoko shook her head.

Logan took his weight of his left foot and moved it to his right. "It has to us." Remy and Shayoko looked up to him in question. "That's what brought us here. We were driving, then it just happened. The wheels spun outta' control, and the next thing you know, every things in the damn truck is broken, or can't be fixed without that damn part."

Shayoko nodded her head. "Maybe they're trying to rangle us all up."

"They're?" Remy asked, leaning forward on the table.

"Well.." Shayoko sat up straight. "Maybe they're trying to place all of us in one section at a time. Not all here necessarily, but in other places. And all the ones that are in between, they brought them closer to the where the most populated mutants are."

Logan uncrossed his arms. "Who else here is like us? The population is this fuckin' road."

Shayoko glared at him. "I was only suggesting." She shook her head. "What if they're trying to lure us somewhere, and who knows? This isn't a once a time thing. These people are trying to kill us off."

"Right, and who exactly are 'these people' huh?" Logan asked, his voice filled with oncoming anger.

"I don't know!" Shayoko exclaimed. "But look at Tegan! Why is she the only one who passed out. There's four of us, and she's the one who took the worst blow! Why! Why was it only her!"

Logan nor Remy didn't say anything for long moments. Then finally, Remy spoke: "Maybe it's a experiment. Ya know, one of those animal testing things?"

"This isn't The Island of Dr. Moreau." Logan spoke, his voice filled with annoyance. "I'm going to sit down. You two spies try and figure out this little mystery, and fill me in later."

"Where you going to sleep?" Shayoko asked.

"On the chair." He grunted before walking into the living room. He walked over to Tegan and gently ran his fingers down her face. She inhaled a deep breath before coughing gently.

Logan slowly took his hand away and walked to the chair beside the couch. He sat down on it and stared over to her body. She was the last thing he saw before he fell asleep.