Chapter 2
Back on the highway, I thought about Logan, the cage fighter. It still made my stomach do backflips when I thought of him, but there was something mysterious about him. I remembered his scent...strong, and masculine, and a bit woody. I knew I smelled that scent somewhere... and for some reason I found it extremely attractive. I wondered about this for a minute, but not longer than that because immediatly, my bike hit something in the small road I was going down, and I was sent flying.
I emitted a scream, and landed face down in the grass. I cringed as I tried to get up. I saw some blood in the grass, but wasn't that worried. I bit my lip and looked up. My bike lay, a mangled pile of scrap in the road. I groaned at my luck. I popped my joints back into place and swayed a little as I got onto my knees. But what did I hit? I couldn't see anything that had nearly enough power to do that to a motorcycle. I wasn't really looking though, so it was probably a log tha- my thoughts were interupted by something powerful ramming against my back.
I thrown down, this time my forehead tearing against the road's blacktop. I tried to get up again, and saw, to my disgust, my skin stuck to the road. Then I realized: I was pushed. Anger boiling in my viens, I ran forward so whomever was behind me wouldn't do it again. I turned around on the side of the road. I looked around for my assailant. Nothing. I cautiously walked forward, testing the air around me, and realized, someone was behind me, on top of the hill. I couldn't tell who, exactly, the smell of drying blood on my face overpowered their scent. I tried to act unsuspicious, but when I heard a leap, I unsheathed my gleaming adamantium claws, and swerved around. I took a swipe at whoever had jumped down to attack me, but realized who it was when I tore through the cotton tank top.
I pulled back my claws idiotically and stared at him. "YOU!" I cried at Logan, who had turned, alarmed. "What are you! A stalker?! Why did you attack me!?" I was pulling back, staring at him. Was this the reason his scent seemed familiar? Had he been following me? Apparently Logan wasn't too interested in me though, because he had turned back, his head up. Was he...testing the air? I grimaced at myself. This guy, a rapist or stalker or whatever he was, was trying to attack me, and I still was attracted to him, and now I was hoping he was a mutant like me?
Suddenly I caught another scent, a disgusting one that reminded me of something dead and decaying. I looked up at Logan hoping he really was testing the air, but he didn't seem to notice any difference. I would have scolded myself at being dissapointed my stalker wasn't a mutant, but in an instant, the scent became stronger. Whoever it was was moving closer, and fast. And without any warning, a giant fur-clad figure leaped from atop the hill, straight on top of Logan.
Whoever it was, they were the dead scent, and I realized instinctively they were going for the kill. I don't know what I was thinking, but their was a definite menicing characteristic about him, and I couldn't let him kill anyone, even someone who had just attacked me. I unsheathed my claws once again, and ran forward. The man had pinned Logan to the ground, and I could see blood coming from his wrists. I rammed myself straight into him, my claws skewering him from the back. He gave a shreik, and turned around. I saw a smile of pure poison spread across his face. With one disgusting hand, he reached around and wrenched me from his back. His black eyes were deadly.
"Well," he said in a husky voice laced with death, " it seems my prey came to me." I looked at him, not sure if I should wonder what he was talking about or attack him for attacking Logan. He pulled his repulsive face even closer to mine so I could smell his fetid breath. "What?," he asked, making me gag as I inhaled the putrid air that had just come out of his mouth, "you don't remember me from the road?" A dawning came over me. Logan hadn't attacked me, this monster had. I took that as a personal insult, and rammed my free hand's claws toward his stomach. He caught it and held my wrist in a steel hard grip. He bared him razor sharp teeth in a deadly smile, revealing a disgusting slime filled mouth. Suddenly, the smile turned to a look of pure hatred. "I'll come back for you later..." He threw me and my head rammed against a rock near the hill.
Black spots clouded my vision, and I only had time to see parts of a struggle, and Logan coming toward me before I surrendered to the immense pain in the back of my head, and slowly the darkness consumed me.