Chapter 7
"Hey, pixie. Wake up." said Logan.
"Hm." I mumbled. I rolled over and groaned as I snuggled deeper into the covers as I felt the persistent poking in my back.
"Pixie. Wake up." he said.
"Stop calling me that." I mumbled.
"I've got food." said Logan.
I instantly perked up at the mention of food. I sat up in bed and moved over, making room for Logan.
"Unbelievable." he said. He sat next to me and took out a burger and some fries.
"There are two things that will get me out of bed. One of them is food, and the other one is," I paused, "I don't think there is another one. Just food." I said. I looked at what he had gotten. "We already had this earlier." I said.
"Don't complain." he grumbled. He pulled out a coke and handed it to me. "Besides, this is the only type of food around here that's decent enough to eat." he stated.
I only nodded and took a bite of my burger. I wasn't gonna complain to the guy who just bought my food. We sat in silence for a bit before Logan reached around my back and grabbed the remote. He switched on the t.v and flipped through the channels until he found some kind of sport. He surfed for about five minutes when he came across hockey.
"Ugh." I moaned.
"What did I tell you? No bitching." he said.
I rolled my eyes and tried to watch the game, but it was so pointless! After about five minutes of this torture, I caved.
"Can we possibly watch something other than hockey?" I asked.
"Like what." he asked annoyed.
"Anything besides hockey." I stated.
He sighed and flipped through the channels. He passed over something that was really fun to watch.
"Oh! Go back to that channel!" I yelled.
He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "You watch boxing?" he asked, clearly not believing me.
"Yeah! It's awesome. Actually it's only fun to watch because it's ridiculous how two people can just continually beat on one another for no reason. I mean, it's stupid! Can you imagine what they do to their brains? There brains become mush. No wonder half of them are brain dead. No, I just like watching them because it's amazing that you could actually do that to someone else." I said.
"Have you ever fought anyone before?" he asked.
"No. Why should I? I mean, it's stupid, why do you have to fight with anyone, why can't you just settle things in an appropriate manner?"
"Fighting someone is an appropriate manner if you need to settle something." he said.
"Whatever. I just think it's stupid." I said, not backing down.
"I'm gonna teach you how to fight." he said.
"Why? I don't need to. I can take care of myself perfectly fine." I said.
"Like you took care of those guys behind the bar?" he said turning to look at me.
I only looked over to him and glared. My eyes turned a darker shade of violet and he knew I was mad.
"Look, just because I had one minor mishap doesn't mean that you can bag on me as much as you want. Alright!" I yelled. I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door. "Ugh!" I yelled.
I sat on the toilet and fumed. Man that guy irritated me. Sometimes he was fine and sometimes he was an ass. I could have killed him. But that wouldn't do us any good since he healed just like I did. I decided to take a bath. I had one earlier, but for some reason I felt like another one. I opened the bathroom door and grabbed my bag. I looked around the room, but Logan was gone. I shrugged and went back into the bathroom and locked the door. I turned on the bath and let the tub fill up. I got my shampoo, conditioner, and bath soap out of my bag. When the tub was full, I stripped and got into the tub. The water was such a relief. Baths were my favorite thing to take. It always seemed to make me more relaxed and open minded afterwards. I let my wings release themselves from my back and let them soak also. It felt good to have everything on your body feeling refreshed. Yea they would take awhile to dry, but I didn't care. I washed my hair and my face and soaked for what seemed like another hour. The water was finally cold and I decided to get out. I drained the tub and dried myself off. I changed back into my clothes and grabbed my bag. I opened the bathroom door to find the room pitch black.
'Logan must have come back.' I thought to myself. I dropped my bag on the floor and shut the bathroom light off. I walked over to the bed and noticed a lump on the couch. I flapped my wings once, ridding them of excess water and climbed into bed. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was out.
Dreams of strange people and strange places filled my head as I tossed and turned during the night. I didn't know who these people were, but they stood over me as if I were some experiment. I felt cold and pain erupted throughout my entire body as I lay there, watching these people inject me with needles filled with who knows what.
I woke up with a start, the blankets falling away from me. I sat up straight in bed, breathing as if I had just ran a mile. I looked around the room, the moonlight shining on the form lying on the couch. I noticed he was shivering, so I got out of bed and walked over to him. He looked so peaceful while he slept, it was hard for me to believe that this man was so angry with the world. I pulled up the blankets that had fallen away from him, but as I did, I noticed a small golden tag, hanging from his neck. I picked it up with my fingers, careful as not to wake him. It read "Wolverine" and had some numbers on it. They seemed like dog tags, but not government issued. As I placed it back down, a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. I saw two hazel eyes glaring at me. I yelped, and before I knew it, the pressure on my wrist was gone and I was freezing cold. I looked around and noticed that I was outside.
"Pixie!" I heard Logan yell from inside the room. If I wasn't so cold, I would have killed him for calling me that. It seemed that my hair and wings never fully dried from my bath, so here I was, standing out in the freezing cold with nothing but a tank top on and some pants. I walked over to the door and knocked. The door opened revealing a very confused and lost Logan.
"How did?" he asked, looking back and forth from the room to me.
"I guess that's something else to add to my list of extraordinary abilities." I said, my teeth chattering from the cold.
"Come on, you'll freeze to death out here." he said.
He grabbed me and pulled me inside. He shut the door and sat me on the bed. He grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around me. He rubbed my back and arms, trying to warm me up.
"What happened?" he asked. "One minute you're in front of me, and the next, POOF! Your gone, leaving behind some dust, and then come to find you outside in the freezing cold."
"Ah the mysteries of life." I mumbled through my chattering teeth. I earned a small chuckle from him as he continued to rub my arms and back.
"What were you doing up?" he asked.
"Couldn't sleep. I was having these really weird dreams, and then I woke up and saw that you were cold so I went to cover you up when I noticed your tag, and then we all know the rest." I said.
"What kinds of dreams?" he asked.
"Don't know. Nothing that happened in my lifetime that's for sure. It was really strange." I said. I hesitated before going on, but there was slight touch along my back, and I knew he wanted me to continue. "I was, I was in some kind of room. I was strapped down and there were these people standing around me in lab coats with clipboards and files. I felt pain all over my body and they kept sticking me with needles. I didn't know what they were full of, but it caused an immense pain to fly through my entire body. I remember screaming, and nobody paid any attention to me. I kept screaming and screaming, until I woke up. It was wild."
I came out of my trance to notice Logan had stopped rubbing my arms. He looked like he had been shot in the chest. He just sat there, looking down at the floor, barely even breathing.
"Logan?" I whispered. When I said that, he jumped up from the bed and started packing all of his things. "Logan? Logan!" I yelled.
He finally stopped and looked at me. For once I was scared. This man seemed to be reacting to whatever I had said, and it seemed to be affecting him pretty hard.
"What are you doing?" I asked calmly. I didn't want to upset him anymore than he already was.
"We're leaving." he stated. He continued packing his things and mine.
"What do you mean we're leaving? It's two in the morning if you haven't noticed." I stated.
"Yes I realize that but we're leaving right now. Come on, grab your stuff and get into the truck." He grabbed his bag and mine and started walking to the door. I didn't move an inch. He stopped and sighed. "Look, pix, I ain't got time for this alright! Now get into the truck now before I put you in there myself."
I could see the determination in his eyes and I didn't want to argue with him. He was dead set on what he wanted to do, and I would be an idiot if I stood in his way. I grabbed my bag from him and walked out. He shut the door and walked over to check us out.
"Here, start the car." he said. He threw the keys at me and I stopped them mid air. Would he ever understand that I wouldn't catch them if I wasn't ready? I grabbed the keys from the air and went to start the truck. I growled when it didn't start. I popped the hood and formed a ball of electricity. I shot it through the wires and started the truck up again. It roared to life as Logan opened the drivers side door. I slid over to the passengers side as he peeled out of the parking lot.
His face was determined to get us to wherever we were going, and I didn't want to him to kill us, so I kept my mouth shut as we drove through Canada. I was scared to find out where we were going, but I was also excited at the fact of seeing new places. I looked out of the window and watched the trees pass by us in a blur. I grabbed a sweater from my bag and put it on after retracting my wings. I curled my legs up underneath me and leaned against the window. It was gonna be a long drive, I knew that. I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of the car and road drift me off to sleep.
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