Carmen lay in bed and listened to the sound of Logan's breathing on the couch. She thought about leaving but she knew he would just find her again. She understood what he meant when he said that they had to stick together 'cause of their immortality. Doesn't keen she liked it. She was constantly terrified of everyone and everything. So when she thought about leaving she thought about the note she left. She had memorized every word.
Dear Logan,
I'm sorry I know this isn't fair. I know how happy you were to find someone like you. However I am a basket full of hell. Or however that goes. So I apologize but you don't want any thing to do with me. I'm not right in the head as they say. Please don't look for me. You're better without me. Goodbye.
Carmen
She regretted it deep down knowing he was someone she could trust but she convinced herself no one wanted her or needed her and that she didn't need anyone. She was wrong little did she know Logan had always thought the same thing. Logan slept. He was still fearful that she would leave again but eventually he decided she was going to stay and relaxed.
The next morning Carmen woke to the smell of something burning. Sh bolted up grabbed her leather jacket and shook Logan awake. "Get up! We're under attack!" She screamed. Logan swiftly rolled off the couch and together they ran out the trashy apartment as it exploded. Carmen was thrown in one direction and Logan in the other. The smoke rose in the air as alarms went off. People screamed in terror as they watched.
Carmen screamed through clenched teeth as she rolled around in the mud until the fire went off. Uncontrollable tears came. Carmen got up slowly and stumbled backwards into a man as he caught her. "NO! NEVER AGAIN!" Carmen screamed as she tried to get away from him but his arms held her in place but his voice was drowned out by the sirens.
Finally despite her protests he picked her up easily like a sack of flour and jogged to an ambulance. Once the man set her down he jumped inside steeling everything he could find and packing it into bags. At that point Carmen was in drastic pain so much she couldn't move. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Logan as he picked her up again.
Logan jogged through the crowd with only a few glances to them. "Come one Carmen, stay with me," he pleaded as he ran with her. He was suddenly pulled from behind.
"I'm a friend of hers, I can help, trust me," a thick spanish accent said. Logan followed him only at the risk of Carmen's life. Thoughts rushing through his head. The last time he held someone like this in this state was Gene. He mentally slapped himself. Carmen wasn't going to die. Life wasn't that cruel.
He followed the man in the hat into an apartment complex. Inside the home was Medicine everywhere and a table with dead flowers. Not a good omen, Logan thought. The man cleared the table with his hand and Logan quickly lay Carmen down. He finally got a good look at her and her wounds.
Her face was badly beaten up and she was bleeding from the thigh and right below her chest. Logan rubbed his eyes and watched as the man pulled a machine on a pole with wires hooked up to it. He gave Carmen and IV and started pumping on her chest. Finally Carmen coughed and hacked but passed out again. But she was breathing. Logan sighed in relief.
"Why do you have all this?" he asked the man as the Mexican put his hat on the counter.
"I help the big time gangs around here after a fight in exchange for things," he sighed.
"How do you know Carmen?" Logan continued, trying not to infer on the way he said things.
"She helped me on a little disagreement and Mi Amigo relax I will not hurt her or you," he said as he continued working on Carmen. He ripped her jeans with a scalpel and examined her. Little shards of glass were all indented into her thigh. Logan winced. "My name is Carlos by the way."
"Logan," was all Logan said. Carlos picked each piece of glass out and then sewed it up. "Is she going to be okay?"
"Yes, she passed out from lack of oxygen but yes she will be okay," Carlos said as he proceeded to rip Carmen's blood stained white button up open and examined the small cur below her left breast. He neatly sewed that up to.
"You might want to clean her up before you leave again. You did good grabbing those supplies," Carlos said.
Logan lifted Carmen up delicately and set her on the bed. He grabbed a wash cloth and wiped away the blood and grime. He stared at the millions of scars all over her body. Logan grazed his callused thumb against them in sympathy. He didn't even noticed the fact Carmen had woken up again. Carmen took a small intake of breath at the touch of some one on bare skin.
Logan got up and searched though the drawers until he found some women's clothes for her and layer them on the bed and walked out. Carmen sat up slowly and wearily remembered what had happened but all she could think about was Logan. His arms around her. His urgency to save her. The way he grazed the scar on her abdomen. She shook the thought away and pulled on the faded light blue sweater and blue short shorts her legs protesting at that much movement. She knew she needed to rest but she also knew the Vipers would eventually find her. She needed to leave.
She walked steadily out slightly staggering. she caught a glance of Logan changing out of his seared off shirt and into and black shirt hoodie. She quickly glanced away and slipped into her combat boots.
Logan watched as Carmen exchanged thanks and protests to stay with Carlos in spanish. He hair was down and hit her shoulder blades in beach-waves.
Carmen then nodded to Logan to follow her as she left. She was finally letting him, in Logan thought in satisfaction. He followed her all the way to a bus stop where they waited in silence.
"Where are we going?" Logan asked, breaking the silence.
"I think it's time I face my demons. I figure you're not going to leave me alone so I thought we might as well take out one of Viper's bases." Carmen answered.
"And where is that?" Logan asked.
"My home," she answered bluntly. "I lied before about England Logan. I am from Siberia. In Russia."