Chapter 8

I woke up, to find that we had stopped. I uncurled my legs and opened the door. I got out and looked around. There was nothing around except for a bar and a few buildings. I noticed that Logan was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to go into the bar, knowing he would be in there.

I walked into the bar, wrapping my sweater tighter around me as I noticed the looks from men around me. I looked around, not seeing Logan anywhere. I heard shouting from farther back in the bar. I walked back, careful of who I passed on the way. I went into the back to see a cage in the middle, and seating wrapped around. There was a man inside who seemed to be running the show, asking if anyone wanted to come in and fight for money. I looked around and saw two guys walk up and enter the cage. I watched for a bit as they beat each other up. Finally, one of them gave in and passed out onto the floor.

"The winner!" shouted the man inside. The two guys left the cage with some much needed help.

"Now, who thinks they've got what it takes to take on Wolverine!" he shouted.

My ears perked up at this. I turned to see Logan enter the cage, with no shirt, and a bottle of whiskey. 'My God he is fine.' I thought to myself.

I sat down on the bench and watched as a man of about 280 pounds stood up and volunteered to take on Logan.

"I'll fight him!" he yelled. This man outweighed Logan, there was no doubt about that. But what this guy mastered in weight, Logan matched him with speed; and metal.

A man walked around, taking bets on who would win. I pulled twenty dollars out of my pocket when the guy came around.

"Twenty on Wolverine." I said, knowing that I would win hands down. The guy nodded and walked away. I focused my attention on Logan, as he stood, waiting for any kind of competition.

I watched as the guy walked to the cage and entered. He took of his shirt and I really wished he would have put it back on. I watched as Logan turned around and stared at his competition. The guy in charge was telling the rules and blabbering on to the audience. I noticed Logan sniff the air and turn towards me. Hazel eyes met violet, and I knew I shouldn't have been here. I swallowed what spit I had and stood my ground. I wasn't leaving. Hell, I had twenty bucks in the pot and I wasn't leaving until I got my money.

Logan looked away from me and towards his competition. The guy rang the bell and the big man instantly started throwing punches. He hit his target on more than one account, and I didn't like that. Finally, Logan seemed to have had enough and began throwing punches at the guy. The metal throughout Logan's body seemed to take an effect on the guy. The guy was down on the ground in less the three minutes. I let a smile form onto my lips. I heard the guy announce that the winnings would be divided up at the bar. So I got up and walked to the bar, ready to collect my earnings.

The man at the bar handed over 80 bucks. It seemed that no one thought Logan would make it through. I rolled up my money and stuffed it into my sweater, leaving out a twenty.

"I'll have a beer." I said to the bartender. He nodded and handed one over. I took a sip, waiting for Logan to come out. I knew he would find me, it just determined on how long he would look.

I sat at the bar for hours, and pretty soon the bar was almost empty. There was a group of men towards the back that were plastered. They obviously didn't need another drink, but they came walking up to the bar anyways. I knew what they were up to. They had been talking about me for the past 20 minutes. I was so glad I had heightened hearing, it made life easier.

They walked up to the bar and sat down next to me. One of them looked to be about 27, very cute, but very cocky.

"Hey there darlin. What's your name?" he asked, his words slurring together.

I just sat there, nursing my beer, waiting for Logan. The man asked me again what my name was but I didn't answer him.

"You know, it's rude to ignore someone when they're trying to be nice to you."

"Is that what you were trying to do. And all this time I just thought you were trying to get into my pants." I spat. I took a swig of my beer and got up.

The guys face dropped when I had said that. That's what they had been talking about behind my back, where they thought I couldn't hear them.

I started walking towards the door, but one of his buffoon buddies stood in my way.

"Where are you going cutie?" he asked, smiling a smile with two missing teeth. I grimaced.

"I'm leaving. So if you would please move out of my way, I would be much appreciated." I said clearly aggravated.

"Don't think so." he said. He made a grab for me but I moved out of his way before he could touch me.

"Don't even think about it." I growled. Logan was starting to rub off on me. The guy tried to grab me again but I sent a right hook to his jaw. I was so surprised that I had hit someone, I didn't see the guy grab me from behind and the punch that landed directly on my cheek, inches from my eye.

"That's gonna bruise." I mumbled. The guy landed a slap along with another to my face. I was beginning to black out, and didn't know if I could take much more. 'This seems to be a reoccurring thing.' I thought to myself.

"Let her go!" I heard someone yell. The guy that held me turned me around, and I saw Logan with a very angry face.

"And who are you?" said the one that had hit me. He stood in front of me, glaring at Logan.

"You alright pix?" said Logan.

"Never better." I mumbled. Logan looked at me to make sure I was alright. I let a small smile tell him that I was fine.

"Let her go." said Logan, only this time it sounded as if he were talking to a four year old.

"She's mine bub. You'll just have to wait your turn."

"Well I don't want to wait my turn. Now let her go or deal with me." said Logan growling.

"What, do you think your little cage fighting is gonna help you? Listen, you don't want to mess with me bub alright?" said the guy.

"No, it's me that you don't want to mess with." I saw Logan look at me, and with some intense concentration I read his mind and what he wanted me to do. I only hoped I could do it.

The guy holding me didn't see it coming. I unwrapped my arm from his and sent my elbow into his nose. I heard a small crunch and new I broke it. He fell to the ground as the other guy turned to me.

"Why you little bit,"

"Uh." I said, holding my hand up to silence him, "You really should have listened to him." I said.

Before the guy knew it, Logan grabbed him and sent him flying into a wooden post. The guy slammed into it, and landed on the floor in a big heap.

Logan turned and started walking to the door. He grabbed me around the waist and dragged me along side of him as he made his way to the truck. He opened the drivers side door and pushed me in. He got in and started the truck. He peeled out of the parking lot leaving the bar far behind us.

"Now, what exactly do you think you were doing in there, hm?" he asked me.

"Well I could ask you the same question." I fired back.

He growled. "Look, you should have stayed in the truck."

"For five hours! Do you honestly think I would sit in here for five hours while you were in there beating someone up for money?"

"You could have gotten hurt!" he yelled.

"I already did!"

"Well you could have gotten worse! They could have rap," he stopped, not finishing that sentence. I knew where he was going with it, and I was glad he stopped.

I looked out the window as the trees flew by in a blur.

"Who have to admit, I did get a few good punches in though. Especially for not knowing how to fight." I said. I looked over to him with a smile. I saw the anger on his face slowly break away and was replaced with a smirk and a chuckle.

"Yeah you did." he said. "You hungry?" he asked.

"Starved." I replied. He got into a bag that was in the back and pulled out a bag of food.

"Don't complain." he said, as I noticed what was inside.

"Burgers and fries." I said with a smile. I handed him one and he took it, devouring it in less than two minutes. "What do you do inhale them?" I asked.

"More or less." he said.

I laughed. My first real laugh in awhile. I began eating my burger while looking outside into the cold weather. It was amazing that only a few days ago, this man offered to help me, without rhyme or reason, and I felt as if I had done nothing in return.

I finished my burger and threw the wrapper into the bag.

"We'll be there about tomorrow morning or so." he said.

"Where is this place your taking me?" I asked.

"It's a school, in New York. For people like us." he said.

I nodded and turned to look out the window. I must have drifted off to sleep, because images of needles and water filled my mind with nowhere to escape to.

P.S. I know I stole the cage fightin sequence, but I love that part so I had to put it in here!! Tell me what you think!!