Chapter 3

She looked at the floor in shame as she picked up 9mm and put it in the back of her leather pants and picked up a machine gun. "You can go ahead and leave if you want," she said avoiding eye contact. "I'm going to search the building for some things."

Logan followed her out the door. "Um, no, you owe me explanation," Logan said. She shot the two guarding the door and moved on.

"I owe nothing to anyone," she said pushing him away.

"No, you do not just get to push me away just because you don't want to admit you're a mutant like me and 25% of the world!" Logan yelled in frustration.

She whipped around. "You are not one to talk Wolverine, you've been hiding for 30 years!" Logan noticed she talked with an odd accent almost medieval sounding. "Now lower your voice there is probably more men."

Logan narrowed his eyes and followed her brisk pace down the hall. She jumped back suddenly making Logan stumble. Soon enough she had her thin arms around an armed man's neck and he was knocked out. "How are you doing this?" he asks even though shortly after he realizes it was a stupid question.

"I guess you could said my "power" of being a mutant is killing," she said grimly and bluntly.

Another man came around but before Carmen could get him Logan with his advanced reflexes extended his claws into his stomach and pulled out vastly. Logan expected a horrified reaction but she looked just plain irritated. "I had that one." Was all she said.

Finally the two reached a door to a room filled with experiments and drugs. Only two men were in this room. Carmen dropped on one knee and shot each one with ease. She jogged inside and started frantically looking through cabinets. "What are you looking for?" asked an irritated Logan.

"Not all of us can heal automatically, kitty," she said. That's when his senses kicked in for the first time in ages. People were coming. CLoser than he thought.

When he turned around to tell Carmen, she was stuffing boxes of things in a bag and then running outside through a side door which immediately set off an alarm. Logan ran after her claws extended, ready to fight. He followed her all the way to a very nice convertible. She jumped in the front seat high jacked it, barely waiting for Logan to get in the car.

For the first time since Logan first met her Carmen looked in pain and nervous. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing of your concern," she said formally.

She whipped the car out of the lot and drove straight through the fence which set off yet another alarm. Logan grunted in irritation and finally said "Kitty?"

She shrugged and drove out of the area at full speed all the way until we crossed into Texas. "We lost them," she sighed and pulled into a high-end hotel.

"And how are we supposed to afford this?" Logan asked in scrutiny.

She didn't answer but parked the car and walked straight into the hotel with posture unlike the fact that she just killed at least 20 people and stole a car.

"Hello will you be checking in with us tonight?" asked an old bell hop man with an upturned nose at our dirty and sweaty clothes.

"Yes," she answered while she handed him a roll of cash and he in return gave us a key, surprised.

Logan followed Carmen in an elevator all the way to the top and they arrived a large suite with computers, televisions, separate rooms and a kitchen.

"Damn." Was all that cam rout of Logan's mouth as his eyes bulged. "How can you afford this?" he finally asked.

"I stole it." She said matter of fact.

"Do you steal everything?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Humph."

"If you are going to stay here the few days don't judge me or leave."

"Okay," Logan said, making sure he didn't sound judgmental. "You still owe me an explanation."

"You can interrogate me after I take my shower," she said, walking into the room on the left and closing the door.

Carmen walked into the room and as soon as the door was closed, immediately ripped her clothes off and stepped into the hot shower and let the water rush over the horrible reopened gash on her stomach. She bit her lip in pain and undid her hair. Despite the pain her mind wandered to Logan. If she could trust him. Everyone else she had trusted betrayed her but he seemed different. Stubborn and confused like her.

After she finished washing every inch of grime off herself she slipped on her jeans and zipped up her jacket and stepped out onto the balcony. The drop to the lower balcony wasn't far enough to break a limb so she jumped, landed easily with grace and broke into the suite. Luckily the people who stayed there were out. Carmen snuck in and carefully looked through the drawers and grabbed a pair of sleep wear and an outfit for her and Logan

Carmen walked out of the hotel room casual and took the elevator back up to her suite wear Logan was obviously still in the shower because she could hear the shower running. She went back into the room changed and took another look at the wound. If she didn't hurry it would infect more than it already had. Carmen took the boxes of antidote she stole and rubbed it on slowly and painfully. She couldn't help but scream through clenched teeth and before she could count to ten Logan was running towards her redressed and worried.

"Where the hell did that come from?" he asked in surprise rushing over.

"Before I met you and don't worry I'll be fine." she said irritated but a secret warmth of someone being genuinely worried about her spread through her. After she put the cream on she tried wrapping it but frustratingly failed. Logan wrapped it against her protest and she pulled her shirt back down to cover her stomach.

"Can I start my interrogation?" Logan asked with his thick brows still furrowed in a concerned expression.

"Sure," Carmen sighed.

"Where are you from?"

"Europe."

"Where in Europe?"

"England"

"Why don't you have a british accent?"

"Moved away a long time ago."

"How old are you?"

"19."

"How long have you been 19?"

A pause.

"Since 1786."