Hello Everyone! Thank you all for so patiently waiting for the next installment of Masochist. I have to apologize if there are any grammatical errors in this chapter. My current beta has been extremely busy which doesn't allot her much time to proofread.

I am using a different Beta for this chapter, one whom is very near and dear to my heart but who is also sometimes as blind as I can be when it comes to proofreading. Let me know how you like this chapter.

Chapter Four

I'm a monster.

I've always known it, but up until last week I never thought I would become a danger to the kids here, but none of them had ever come into my bedroom late at night either.

I could have killed that girl, killed her. Maybe there are worse things you can do to the people around you than kill them. Her mutation has fucked me up, the kid can really pack a punch but that's not all, she took something from me, my nightmares. She has to live with those now. I wonder what would have been the worst living with the regret that I killed an innocent girl who on an errand of compassion was coming to wake me up from one of my nightmares or this; having her know what's happened to me. Living through it in her dreams now just like me night in and night out.

She's a sweet kid, she's been apologizing out of her ass like she's afraid that I am going to gut her again and finish the job. She doesn't need to worry about that.

I'm one fucked up sonovabitch but I'd never hurt her on purpose. There's something in her eyes, something so wholesome, so good that...ah fuck it. She could never see anything in me.

She could never save me, and if she tried it would only lead to her ruin.

I gotta get the hell out of here, away from her and the pure light that just radiates from her that's consuming me. And despite how much it pisses me off listening to all the rumors going around about me and her I – for some reason don't care to stop them. I want to possess her like she has taken possession over me. She's mine.

Since the night she came to my room I have been struggling with that to do about this. Should I leave, let the rumors die down and let her have at least some semblance of a normal life? Or do I stay and keep lurking around watching her when she thinks I'm not, breathing in her scent after she's left a room? I can't stand it either way. If I leave what if someone hurts her or worse, one of those pansy ass little bastards sweeps her off her feet and thinks of a way to get around her mutation.

I growl slowly. No. I can't leave, but I can't stand living in her light either. Maybe I'm one of those sickos that enjoys pain what are they called again...masochists, yeah that's it.

I laugh lowly in my throat as I step out onto the patio, Scooters got a game going on down there. I could join it and have some fun tackling him to the ground, giving him a could good knock to the head by 'accident' but she's out here too. She's found herself a place under the old oak tree, book in hand, alone. I could go over and talk to her, add a little more fuel to the fire for the gossip circle but that would only hurt her, not me. (I think I'm enjoying those rumors too damned much.)

No, think I'll just stand here, enjoying my cigar and watch her. She's so beautiful when the wind catches those dark curls lifting them around her porcelain face.

"You guys keep playing. I'll be back in a second..."

Mm, here comes Scooter, looks like he's on a mission too.

Placing my cigar in my teeth I tuck a hand into my jacket never taking my eyes off of her face.

"One-Eye." I said in cool regard.

"We need to talk, Logan."

"Then talk."

"I mean talk in private."

Grunting I remove the cigar from my lips and grind the burning ember out in the palm of my head before tucking it into my pocket for further enjoyment later.

"Fine."

Turning I follow the One Eyed Wonder into the mansion and into the empty kitchen.

"I'm going to tell you now and one time only Logan, keep you're dirty hands off that girl."

For a second I think he's seen through the facade but then I know better. Junior here ain't that clever.

"- Hell are you talking about Summers?"

"I'm talking about Rogue, you bastard. You leave that girl alone. She's been through enough with her parents kicking her out and spending eight months on the road going through God only knows what to get here to be raped by the likes of you're sorry ass."

Narrowing my eyes the claws are just itching to come out and I don't really know what's holding me back but I clinch my fists and shove them into my pockets.

"Maybe you need to clean that visor Scooter because I haven't laid a goddamned hand on that girl and if you had a fucking brain cells in you're head you'd know that. I may be a bastard but I'm no perv."

Yeah, now you're getting it asshole. Can't tell shit through that visor but I can smell it on him, he's just now realizing that he's barking up the wrong damned tree.

"Just stay away from her."

That's all he can say before walking away. I've kicked his ass before and I'll do it again if he thinks he can ride my ass like he does those little X-Dorks out there on the lawn, I'm not some sixteen year old kid that looks up to him like an idol.

Cracking my neck I straighten my jacket and walk out to the garage. My secret stash is calling my name and right now I need one just to keep from going back out after that dumb little shit and beating some sense into his head. Even if he's right it doesn't mean it gives him the right to tell me what I can and can't do. I'd never touch the girl, not unless she wanted me to and I know she damn sure doesn't want me to.

Opening the fridge with a force that would have pulled it clean to the ground had my hand not been hold it up at the same time I pull out a beer, twist the cap off and take a long pull when I hear foot steps outside the door, their too light to be Scott again, it's her. I can smell her.

"You know what they're saying about us?"