A/N: Hope you guys like it.

Two days earlier.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

He heard someone's shuffling feet at the door. Must be the kids running. He shifted around on his bed. Started to doze off when a knock came at his door. He ignored it. But it came again. And then again. And then it became an episode that wouldn't end.

He jumped out of his bed, claws out, ready to bust the punk who thought it was funny to play with the wolverine. When he opened the door in his fury, it was Tom, one of the big kids who had the ability of super speed. His parents thought he had ADHD.

"What?" Logan growled. He slowly retracted his claws for effect.

Tom swallowed visibly. "Um..." He shifted on his feet.

"What is it?" He grumbled.

More silence. More shuffling.

"Listen bub. I ain't got all day for you." A little rumbling to get the kid started.

Finally the boy spoke up. "Yeah. Right. This came for you." He thrust a small brown box and a cream envelope in Logan's hand. "Proffessor X says that it came in today. It's been checked negative for fingerprints. No other stuff was found on it. And...Oh yes! He also said this might be the key to all your questions." And with that he was off running, in his fastest speed.

Logan laughed softly at the kid and went back into his room, closing the door behind him. He sat on the edge of his bed and examined the envelope. He sliced it open with one claw. It had a folded piece of paper in it. On one side an address was written and on the other side a note was written.

"She needs your help. Find her. Give this to her. I trust you will do the right thing."

He left the note and opened the box. There was fine thin silver thread inside with a sapphire the shape of a lily as a pendant, all wrapped in black silk cloth. He examined the chain. Pure silver. It smelled like it had been freshly cleaned and the sapphire too looked like it had been polished. The entire package reeked of some kind of expensive perfume.

Keeping the package away on his bed, Logan got up and started getting dressed.

It was time to have a talk with the Professor.

Logan was about to knock when he was ushered in.

"Come in Logan." Then. "I see you got your parcel." Dr. Charles smiled at him from behind his desk.

"Yeah. Pretty neat one. With a good puzzle too." A deep breath. "I need your help with this one."

The doctor folded his hands on his wheelchair armrests. "I'm afraid I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

After a few minutes of silence, the doctor replied. "Follow me."

They went out of the study and went to the elevator where the Professor pressed the button for the lower levels. They both stood in the elevator. 'Stayin' Alive' was playing. They really needed to change the elevator music.

The doors opened to everything metal. In front of them was a round vault like door of heavy metal with an identification scanner in it's centre. Cerebro. Time to get his concentration full on. They reached the round door of Cerebro and the scanner did its scanning, glowing green after positive confirmation for the doctor.

"Welcome, Professor X" A mechanised female voice announced.

The doctor wheeled ahead to reach the control panel and the headset of the system while he walked slowly on the narrow bridge like structure suspended in mid air. The entire system structure never ceased to amaze him, even though it made him feel nauseous like hell at times.

"Logan. Come stand behind me." The doctor called. Logan immediately went to do so. And the whirring started. Along with the spinning and disappearance of the structure walls only to become a black space of infinite dots. Logan kept his focus.

"What is this?" He asked.

"You said you needed my help. This is the only way I can."

"I don't really understand. What am I missing?" Logan scrambled his brain to focus.

The doctor pointed at a red flickering dot amongst a cluster of grey dots. Grey meaning humans. Red meaning-

"That's her. The red dot. She's running away. That's why it's flickering." And then before Logan could comprehend the thing clearly, the dots disappeared. The tiled wall of the structure appeared and he was back standing on the suspended bridge. The doctor removed the headset and just closed his eyes for a minute. To regain his composure.

Which Logan broke. "What do you mean she's running away?"

The doctor's otherwise composed face was shadowed with worry. "Someone who knows her past."

This was ridiculously puzzling. "Her past? What about her past?"

"Well she suffers from memory loss." The doctor explained as a-matter-of-factly.

"How nice." Logan grumbled under his breath.

The doctor may have pretended to ignore it and went on. "You must find her. There's not much time." He started wheeling himself out of Cerebro.

"But where?!' Logan almost shouted desperately.

"Where you lost your memory." And with that the doctor wheeled himself away.

Fifteen hours ago

Sorry Jim!

What?!

She woke up with a gasp. She thought she wasn't getting enough air. Like someone had a choke hold on her. A pain in her right side brought her into full consciousness. First thing she did was assess her entire body. She tried to sense her limbs and found that she could move them. Her mouth was dry. Her head was pounding. She was put on I.V fluids. She could feel the lingering effects of morphine. The pain in her side started increasing. When she started to try to get herself up, the pain became so much that she thought she'd faint. But still she tried, along with carefully removing the I.V cannula and the oxygen mask.

She noticed that she was in the ICU. With three other patients who were blissfully dozing. Very convenient. She took tentative steps first with the support of the bed and then the next without it. Her case file was at the foot of the bed. She opened it and read it.

Deep stab wound. Right lumbar area of abdomen. Right ascending colon affected resulting in internal bleeding. Minor head bump.

Confusion filled her mind. What the hell was she doing here and how did she get stabbed? She put the file back and started to walk. She didn't mind that she was bare feet. First she got out of the ICU. Enter dark corridor. A clock on the wall read three in the morning. She kept going down the corridor. It was silent except for the occasional beeping of the machines. Before reaching the end she found a closet. In it she found a doctor's coat and a pair of cleaning rubber boots. Perfect. She quickly wore them and continued her way out of the hospital. She reached the ground level where the reception was Not many people were present there. About three people besides the receptionist were present. She quickly cut her way across the waiting areas and to the entrance of the hospital. Once out of the building, she ran to right to the hospital and got into the nearest alley she could find.

The streets were empty and no one would have noticed her. She huffed and tried to catch her breath. She pressed a hand to her right. She could feel something sticky. The wound had opened up a bit and blood had soaked through the bandages. With no other option but to go ahead she tried to think of what to do. She didn't have any money, nor any identification. Hell, she didn't even have any clothes of her own. The coat and the hospital gown were definitely not hers. She searched the coat pockets and found a small pocket knife and a torch. She put on the torch. It's dim light indicated weak batteries. She'd have to do with what she had. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes for a bit.

A scratching sound came from the end of the dark alley. She tried to place it but couldn't. Then it came again. And again. And then it came loudly. She couldn't see very clearly in the dark but she could lightly make out the dumpster moving. Or was it a shadow. She didn't trust her pounding head. She switched on the torch to what was the source of the sound. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

Must be the rats, she thought warily.

Then it came again. Only it sounded like a bigger thing causing. She went near the dumpster to check. Please let it be a rodent. Please.

And the sound stopped.

Definitely a rat then.

She was about to turn when a cloth came over her nose and mouth, smothering her. She struggled and struggled, trying to get free of the arm that had kept her body immobile. She tried to make noises for help only to be smothered harder.

Her only thought when she finally blacked out was, 'What in god's name was happening?'

Present Time

Wet.

Sticky.

Cold.

Pain. Lots of it.

And that awful noise. Like metal clashing against metal. Something tearing.

Audra slowly opened her eyes and found herself sitting against a tree. She was still wearing her hospital gown, coat and rubber boots. Her right side was wet with her blood. And her left ankle felt swollen.

And the scene in front of her was so out of place. One man fighting against...three other men! Only he didn't seem like a man. More like a beast. Like a wild being. Something glinted off his hands. Audra realised it was metallic claws coming out from his knuckles. The other three men had huge dagger like things that looked lethal. It looked bad. They were going to kill the beast man. He would never make it.

In one swift move clawed-man stabbed one fellow right through his chest and with a roar into the abdomen of the other. The third man got him in a surprise chokehold. He growled and got out of it and broke the arm of the man. Then he quickly snapped his neck like a twig. The three bodies lay like fallen leaves on the muddy forest floor.

When the clawed-man turned toward her, Audra couldn't help but stare at him. His chest was heaving with deep breaths. There were bloodstains on his wife beater and his jeans were dirty with mud. His arms glistened with sweat and the muscles bunched together every time they moved. His face was scrunched up in a scowl.

He was beautiful.

Crack.

She was snapped out of her daze when he stepped on a branch. He was walking towards her. Like she was his next target. Panic started to rise in her. She tried to move, to get on her feet but the pain wouldn't allow her. Next thing to come in her mind was to scream. Well, she tried to but all that came out as some kind of lame-ass croaking.

When he finally kneeled down in front of her, she closed her eyes shut. Might as well just die quickly. With happy thoughts like-

She felt him touch her ankle. Her eyes opened and she automatically tried to move herself away from him. In the process her foot got his chain.

"Jesus lady! Calm down!" He kept one hand firmly on her ankle and the other rubbed his examined her ankle. Huffed and then his attention came to her right side, which was soaked red. He touched the area of the stab wound gingery and when she hissed in pain, immediately withdrew his hand. He got into position to lift her up in his arms when she again started to struggle.

"What the hell is your problem, woman?" He growled. He set her down and tore a strip of cloth from his wife beater with his claws and tied it tightly around the stab wound. Audra watched as he proceeded to lift her up, ptincess style and walk towards what looked like a very very old truck.

He set her down in the codriver's seat and brought a case. "Close your eyes." He commanded her. The nerve!

"Why?" Audra would have liked to sound stronger. He took her arm. He struggled.

"The professor said to use this only during an emergency and I really think this is one, so shut up!" He said. She could see the vein popping in his temple.

"Close your eyes. It will help the pain." He asked softly again.

This time she did. Then she felt a slight pinprick like something. Like an injection.

When he left her arm, she opened her eyes and saw him shutting the door and going to the driver's side. When he got in, she asked, "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"What was it?" Her words were slurring. She could feel her body becoming loose. Like she was losing control of her body. What the...?

She looked at him in alarm only to find him with a sly grin on his face. His face was becoming blurry minute by minute and the thought of sleeping seemed extremely appealing. She couldn't fight anymore. She was too tired.

"I will kill you for this claw man." She slurred. She distinctly heard him laugh.

Before she slipped into heavenly unconsciousness.

A/N: Review so that I know how I'm writing.