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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE…

BOOK?

My favorite book [well, book series] is definitely Harry Potter. It's so amazing. J.K. Rowling is fantastically talented. :]

Okay…so…read. :P

"Kayla?" Gambit cocked his head to one side in an interested fashion.

"Never mind her," Logan said, shuddering at the thought of his lost girlfriend. "Let's just go…. I'm sure I can find Victor and Blair's path again…."

And that Logan did. After sniffing around for what felt like several hours, Logan found their path again. It wasn't that difficult, actually. He'd caught up to the place where Victor had been busy torturing Blair the night before, and all the blood was hard to miss.

"Looks like a blood bath," Gambit mumbled. "Is it Blair's blood?"

"Yeah," Logan said shortly, his voice choked up.

"Umm…" Gambit glanced around at the blood-coated area. "Are you sure she's not—"

"No, she's not dead," Logan interrupted fiercely.

"If you say so…" mumbled Gambit, only partially convinced by Logan's words.

"Could you at least try to be a little positive?" Logan snarled, backing off from blood imbedded into the ground.

"I could…" Gambit agreed, grinning. "But maybe you should be positive, too. Take your own advice," he scolded him.

"Yes, mommy," Logan snorted sarcastically.

"Maybe if you were nicer to people you'd actually have friends," Gambit reminded him harshly, pacing back and forth between the blood-bathed area and the dirt road.

"Oh, and I thought we were becoming such great friends," Logan replied, failing at a sarcastic attempt to sound disappointed.

Gambit suppressed a smile. Although Logan was being rude, it was rather entertaining. "Yeah, yeah."

Logan took one more pained look at the ground and said, "All right, let's get moving."

Gambit yawned obnoxiously in response. "When can I get back to the bar? I miss gambling already…." He pouted in a little boy-ish way.

"Once we find Blair and I kick Victor and Stryker's ass, you can go," Logan said sharply, beginning to walk off in the opposite direction of the blood.

"How long do you think that'll take?" Gambit said, almost pleadingly.

"Oh, I dunno," Logan sneered, smirking. "A month or two…."

"What?" Panic splattered over Gambit's face almost automatically. "I can't stay away that long!"

"I sense a bit of an obsession," Logan sniggered. "And I was just joking. It shouldn't take too long…." However, his voice seemed to trail off unsurely.

"Hold on a second…you sounded unsure to me," Gambit pointed out, his eyes glinting with suspicion.

"I did not. I'm one hundred percent sure it won't take long," Logan lied. Gambit didn't seem to buy his fib, but he said no more. All he did was simply stare across the rode while trailing beside Logan.

They continued walking. Logan was glancing around anxiously every second in case he missed something important. A clue to Victor and Blair's whereabouts, perhaps. He could still smell them though, but it was a weak scent. Barely detectable.

Logan abruptly shot his hand out in front of Gambit, halting him in his tracks.

"What?" Gambit demanded.

"There are car tracks indented into the dirt road…" Logan mumbled, barely audible. "That means," he raised his voice, "Blair and Victor are in a car…not on foot."

"Why does that matter?" snorted Gambit, not caring entirely.

"That means we're farther behind than I thought. I thought they'd been on foot. If they were, that would mean Blair was slowing Victor down…but since they're in a car, there's nothing slowing him down." He hesitated. "Damn it," he concluded hopelessly.

"Oh really?" Gambit said curiously. "How far behind them do you think we are?"

"I dunno," Logan replied truthfully. "But farther than I'd hoped…that must be why Blair's blood smelled so stale. It's probably from yesterday…."

"Oh lord," snarled Gambit under his breath. "What are we supposed to do? Call a cab?"

"No," Logan sighed. "I saw a sign yesterday with directions to the nearest town on it. It must be a pretty small town, being all the way out here and all…but it can't be too far now…maybe a few miles…." He paused thoughtfully. "I wasn't planning on stopping, but I guess we have to…." His eyes trailed sharply over to Gambit. "Think you can manage a little more walking without having to take a break?" he snapped.

"Again with being bipolar…" Gambit teased. "And yeah, I'm sure I can survive."

"All right," Logan said unenthusiastically. "Let's see if we can stand each other for a little while longer…."

[Victor and Blair]

Victor had needed to stop for gas in a middle-of-nowhere town. He loathed traveling by car. He'd much rather be running, but no, the girl would slow him down, so he was forced to drive…and drive…and drive….

Blair was sitting in the back of the car, staring into space absently, still bleeding. The blood flow had slowed down drastically from what it had been the night before, thanks to Logan's power. If she hadn't taken it from him before she was abducted, she would've been dead by now.

The dark-ish circles under Blair's eyes accented her face in a rather unflattering way. She was exhausted. She hadn't slept for even a second the night before, as she had suspected.

And despite the few hours the deep slashes in Blair's side had been given to heal, they didn't. At least from what she could tell. She had been grasping it all night long, hoping that it would stop throbbing…but it never did….

But the fact still remained that, even if by some miracle the wound had healed over quickly, the other parts of her body would still continue to ache and bleed just as badly as her side.

So Blair had no choice but to sit there, breathing heavily and bleeding and aching and feeling exhausted….

She glanced mindlessly out the window. Victor was filling the car up, and she could tell by the obviously distressed and annoyed look on his face that he hated driving. And she also knew that he blamed her for having to drive, although it was his fault. If he hadn't beat her up so badly, there still might've been a possibility that she could have walked….

Blair tore her eyes away from Victor and stared out the other window. The town around her, she noticed, was remarkably small. It was surrounded by…well, the gas station obviously…a broken down diner…and a few small houses that resembled huts. Real luxury.

There was also hardly anyone around. A few people, from what Blair could see, lingered outside the diner smoking cigarettes, but that was about it.

There were also a few people, two to be exact, trailing down the road…becoming closer to the town….

Blair squinted at the figures emerging from the distance. They seemed vaguely familiar. Who were they…?

It took quite a while for Blair to actually realize who the figures were. She blamed exhaustion for her lack of response, but she did finally recognize them….

Logan and Gambit were entering the town.

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Sorry this one is a bit short. I hardly had time to write it, need to put some time aside for sleeping, ya know. XP

I stay up much too late. :P

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