Thanks you guys for the reviews. :3

It took my first fan fic a few days before I got a review.

So here's chapter two. Enjoy. :D

PS: I love Hugh Jackman. He's hot. XD

And Liev Schreiber.

And Will i Am.

And Heath Ledger. Although he's not in the movie. XD He's my favvvv actor. ;D

Okay, I'll shut up. Read. :P

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"Blair, shut up," John snapped before she could finish. "So you wanna talk to him when he comes out or not?"

Logan smirked. "Let's go for it."

John lead Logan downstairs to the boxing ring. Blair just had to follow, although John asked her not to.

"Remember, do not mention his weight," John hissed in Logan's ear. Logan nodded understandingly and positioned himself in front of the ring, and Fred came out.

"F-Fred?" Logan stammered, staring at his massive ex-teammate standing in the square ring.

Fred scrutinized Logan's face. "Logan?"

Logan was trying hard to fight back a grin. John could tell, so he nudged him in the ribs, which accomplished nothing but self-harm. Blair was standing in the corner of the room, rolling her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Fred questioned, punching his opponent in the gut and causing him to fly out of the ring.

"Just need some information," Logan said, smirking and stepping up to Fred.

"About…what?" Fred replied cautiously.

"I need to know where Victor is. And…well…I met up with Stryker a day ago and he mentioned something about an island…d'you know anything about that?" Logan demanded, still fighting back the strong urge to smile viscously.

Fred stared at Logan for a moment, then said a bit too quickly, "Don't know nothing, Logan."

Logan's lip curled unpleasantly. He knew that Fred was lying. "C'mon, Fred, I really need some information. How about for old times sake, bub?"

Fred's eyes suddenly bulged out of his head and he frowned menacingly. "Did you just call me…Blob?" he snarled.

Logan shot Fred a look that questioned his state of mind. "What? No!"

Fred stormed over to Logan, his eyes full of rage, and punched Logan harshly right in the stomach. Logan, his eyes wide, went flying out of the ring and landed with a thud right next to Blair's feet.

"Nice going, Wolverine," Blair snickered.

"Watch it, little girl," Logan threatened, wobbling as he stood back up.

John was shaking his head in disgust from the other side of the room. He teleported over to Logan and Blair. "I told you not to mention his weight," he said immediately.

"I said bub not Blob, damn it," Logan hissed.

Fred was still in the ring, jumping up and down on both feet and staring at Logan with a viscous and eager expression. "Let's go, Logan! You and me!" he shouted.

Logan glanced at John. "Any advice?"

John nodded. "Fight with him a bit. Allow him to let his anger out on you." He quickly retrieved boxing gloves. "It's worth a shot, Logan."

Logan stubbornly put the gloves on. "This is what you think we should do? Fight? I could kick this guys ass in a millisecond."

Fred seemed to have heard Logan's overly-confident remark. He sprinted over to him and swung his fist in his shoulder, causing him to smash into the brick wall behind John.

John laughed. "Good luck, Logan," he said simply.

Blair called to Logan, "I'm bettin' ten bucks you'll lose." She raised one eyebrow.

Logan smirked determinedly as he made his way back into the ring. "Here's an idea, how about if I win I get to kick your girly little as—"

Fred had punched Logan in the neck, making him fly halfway across the ring.

Blair let out a little squeal of laughter. "Go Fred!" she chanted, grinning maliciously.

"Blair," John warned, which caused her to immediately pout and drop her head to the ground.

Meanwhile, Logan was busy throwing punches at Fred, which had no effect. He was too fat to feel any punches to his stomach. However, Fred kept smirking and causing Logan to propel across the ring.

Finally, Fred made a mistake. While Logan was on the ground trying to get up, he lifted him up by his shoulders and attempted to head-butt Logan. There was a loud clang sound, and Fred stumbled backwards, his head throbbing.

Logan realized that he finally had a weapon. His hard, adamantium coated skull. He laughed slightly and charged at Fred's head again, hitting him with another loud clang.

Fred began to wobble and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He fell over onto the cold floor of the boxing ring.

Logan grinned victoriously and leaned down over Fred. "All right, bub, spill. Where's Victor? And what's all this shit about an island that Stryker mentioned?"

Fred, who was still a bit shocked about being beaten by Logan, took a minute to answer. "I-island?" he stammered, his head still aching. "Uhh…I don't know, Logan."

Logan glowered at Fred. His patience was on edge. "Tell me!" he screeched.

Fred flinched a little. "Uh…all right. Fine, fine. An island…um…well…that's the place where Victor delivers them to Stryker and—"

"Wait," Logan interrupted harshly. "Victor delivers them to Stryker? Them?"

"The mutants, Logan. Victor catches them and delivers them to the island where Stryker does…tests and stuff on them. Didn't you know that?" he said truthfully.

Logan was silent. He didn't know what to say. Victor and Stryker…together? He now understood entirely what had happened. Stryker didn't agree to help him so he could get revenge on Victor, he just wanted to use him.

Logan stomped back over to Fred. "What else? Where's the island?" he demanded impatiently.

"I dunno, Logan. Stryker kept it real secret—" Fred began anxiously.

Logan lost all patience at that moment. His indestructible claws sprang from his hands, tearing right through the boxing gloves. He growled and brought his claws to Fred's neck.

Fred stared at the claws for a moment before saying, "But…I think there is someone. His name's Remy LeBeau…. He's the only mutant whose every escaped from the island. The guards called him Gambit, because he kept gambling them out of their money."

Logan's face grew red. "Where is he?"

"Last I heard he was spotted in New Orleans." Fred paused for a short while. Logan's face grew redder, so he said, "That's all I know, Logan."

Logan didn't put his claws away, but he did manage to tear his eyes away from Fred and yank the boxing gloves off. He made his way towards the door. John immediately knew what he was going to do.

"I'm coming with you, Logan," he said, teleporting over to him.

"Fine," Logan agreed shortly.

Blair stared at both of them irritably as they made their way closer to the door. "He-llo!" she shouted. "What about me?"

"You're not coming," John said automatically. "It's too dangerous."

Blair's eyes narrowed and she ran over to John and Logan. "Come on," she whined.

"No," Logan and John both said together.

"What am I supposed to do if I stay here?" Blair ordained.

"Play with your dollhouse," Logan sneered. "I'm sure your Barbie is lonely."

"I'm not five!" screeched Blair.

"Could've fooled me," Logan murmured in response.

John's gaze was still steady on Blair. "You're not going," he said, not budging his decision.

Blair's face shifted from a pout into a bright smirk in only a second. She patted John on the back and said, "All right." She sighed realistically. "Don't wanna get killed…." She smirked a little wider.

Logan clapped his hands. "Well, there we go. Let's get outta here, John."

"Wait," John said, holding up his finger at Logan. He eyed Blair curiously. "You gave in too easily. What do you have planned?"

Blair's mouth creased into a frown. "You trust me oh so much," she said sarcastically. "I'll stay here. Promise." She put her hand over her heart and grinned innocently.

John still didn't look entirely convinced, but Logan urged him on. "Let's go, John!" he shouted, walking out the door. John had no choice but to follow.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any characters associated with it. However, I DO still own the sly girl named Blair Colombo. Hehe. ;D