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She was going to be fourteen in two days—her birthday was in two days—and she was also going to die in two days….
And an awful two days it was.
For forty-eight unrealistically torturous hours, Blair didn't sleep, eat, or drink a thing. She just sat in the back seat of the rusty, smelly car with her traitor sister driving recklessly.
The two days were never-ending. She could hardly believe the moment when her sister said "Only twelve more hours or so—" when it had felt like they'd been driving endlessly.
Finally, when Emma oh-so-gleefully stated that they were only an hour from their destination, Blair actually perked up a little—but then her mood dropped rapidly when she remembered that she was going to die. Even the fact that it was now her birthday and she was fourteen hardly cheered her up.
"Hey," she called weakly to her sister as she turned a corner on the dirt road.
"What?" Emma snapped, still sounding slightly perky.
"Don't you have something to say to me?" Blair reminded her quietly, smiling grimly.
"No, I don't think I do," Emma snorted. "Except maybe bye, but I'll save that for later."
Blair shuddered slightly before saying coldly, "It's my birthday. You must've at least remembered that much, sis."
"Oh…well, when I turned fourteen, you didn't remember my damn birthday," Emma reminded her, sounding falsely wounded.
"Er…Emma…I was, like, three…or maybe four…I dunno, I was a toddler," Blair said mockingly, unable to hold back a small smile.
"Oh…oh…whatever.... Poor, poor Blair, no one remembered her birthday." Emma giggled in a manically shrill way and focused her eyes back on the road.
Blair's eyes narrowed into slits and she snorted, "Seriously, do you practice your stupid laugh? Or is it just naturally inhuman?"
"It's a gift, actually," Emma replied confidently, emitting another high pitched giggle.
Blair didn't bother to reply. She sighed uneasily, closed her eyes, and leaned against the polyester seat—praying that Logan would possibly be able to save her again.
[Logan/Gambit/Danny]
"Logan—Logan—Logan," Gambit said irritably, following Logan through many thick shrubs and trees of different variation.
Logan turned swiftly to Gambit. He looked simply awful. There were heavy bags under his eyes which pointed out how unbearably tired he was, while his hair was untidy and sticking up in the back of his head. Not to mention that his whole body was sweating and his clothes were torn apart.
"Logan, you look terrible—have you slept since we left the motel?" Gambit said, actually sounding slightly concerned.
"Actually," Logan groaned, yawning stiffly, "I haven't really slept since we brought Blair to the hospital—and even then I didn't sleep well."
Gambit looked to Danny for his advice. He wanted them to take a short break from following Blair's path just so they could all rest, but Logan refused to stop. He said even one hour lost was too much to risk.
Danny shrugged unsurely and rested his head on the trunk of an oak tree. Truthfully, he didn't want to stop at all. He felt the same as Logan did—unable to fathom the possibility of losing Blair.
Gambit groaned and said, "We're all going to pass out from exhaustion if we don't stop soon."
"N-no," Logan replied quietly, yawning once again, "Blair's scent is stronger than it was a few hours ago. W-we're (he yawned again) going to catch up to her soon."
"You said that a day ago," Gambit grunted.
"Well, I lied a day ago," Logan replied tiredly. "I just wanted you to shut your damn mouth. Now I'm telling the truth," he said grimly, grinning with false innocence.
"Oh, come on," Gambit argued, "the thing I care about most right now is resting—" he paused when he noticed the furious look on Logan's face, then continued carefully, "not that I don't care about Blair, because I do. But I think I'm going to collapse."
"Well, that sucks," Logan said mockingly. "Get yourself together and keep walking."
Gambit, still groaning with impatience and exhaustion, quit speaking and trudged stubbornly alongside Logan. Danny was following closely behind the two of them.
[Blair/Victor/Emma]
"We're here," Emma said perkily, quickly cutting the cars' engine off and hopping out of the driver's seat.
Blair glanced around at their destination. It didn't appear special at all. It was just woods—dozens and dozens of trees surrounded them, all tall and very healthy-looking.
"This is the spot where Stryker wants you to set up the trap?" Blair snorted, not impressed. "There's nothing 'special' about this place. It's just the woods!"
"Oh, shut up, you little brat," Emma snapped, eagerly opening Blair's door and pulling her out. "Apparently there's hidden cameras around here…can't see them, though—"
"Maybe that's why they're called hidden cameras, Emma," Blair said slowly, obviously mocking her.
Emma, realizing that she had indeed sounded utterly moronic, clenched her teeth and anger and hissed, "Victor, what's the 'trap' supposed to be like, exactly?"
Victor had just gotten out of the rusty car. He slammed the door shut and replied, "It's simple. We tie the girl to a tree, make her bleed so her scent will become stronger—and Jimmy will show up eventually. He can't be that far behind. You're in charge of grabbing the kid, er, Danny—I'll take care of the other two."
Blair couldn't help but to scoff and say, "What kind of 'trap' is that? Logan will just beat you."
"Don't be so sure," Victor replied simply, baring his teeth in a threatening way.
Blair swallowed hard and said no more. Emma gripped her roughly by the arm, and said, "Should I just tie her to any tree?"
"Any tree," Victor assured her, nodding.
After dragging Blair to the nearest tree, Emma shoved her up against the trunk and tied her body to it. Giggling gleefully, she said, "Now stay put, Blair—oh, and I think it would be wise to shut you up." She hastily retrieved a blue cloth from her back pocket and tied it around Blair's mouth, forbidding her from speaking.
"Mmm!" Blair screamed, but the cloth made her voice muffled and barely audible.
Emma and Victor both smirked, obviously pleased with themselves.
"Next step?" Emma asked, facing Victor.
Victor smiled grimly and trudged over to Blair, who was struggling in the ropes, then said happily, "Make her bleed." He raised his hand up and slashed at Blair's arm. His nails cut through her flesh as easily as a knife cuts through butter, and blood poured out of the wound.
Blair let out a muffled yelp and winced as the blood rolled down her arm and a crimson stain appeared on her sleeve.
Victor chuckled in a pleased way and walked back over to Emma, told her that they just had to wait for Logan (or "Jimmy" in his case) to come, and then they both retreated behind some trees a few feet away from the tree Blair was bound to.
[Logan/Gambit/Danny]
Gambit had begun complaining about lack of sleep again. He'd shut up for about an hour, but then he just couldn't seem to resist starting up once again. Logan and Danny both groaned and pleaded him to shut up, but he didn't. Suddenly, Logan perked his head up and sniffed.
"Hey…hey…d'you smell that?" he asked eagerly.
"No," Gambit said shortly, "I'm not an animal, and neither is Danny."
Logan decided to just ignore Gambit's rude remark, and he sniffed again. Blair's scent was awfully strong, stronger than it had ever been before—that meant she was close by, and bleeding. "I can smell Blair…her scent is really strong…she's close…very, very close…" he said confidently, his pace in walking quickening.
Gambit and Danny had to run to keep up with him.
"Hey, Logan, wait up," Danny whined, running next to Gambit who was catching up with Logan.
After three short minutes of Logan running through the trees (and Gambit and Danny struggling to keep up with him) they saw Blair, bound to a thick-trunked oak tree.
"Blair! Blair!" Danny and Logan both called eagerly. Gambit simply smiled at her, his sullen face appearing oddly more exhausted than ever.
However, Blair didn't seem quite as ecstatic to see them. She shook her head rapidly and tried to yell them something, but the cloth around her mouth wouldn't allow her to.
Gambit seemed to understand, and his grin vanished. "Wait…Logan…hold on…what if Victor's around here?"
Logan sniffed and mumbled, "Well…I do smell him…but I've got to get Blair…."
Blair shook her head more forcefully, trying to warn Logan to stay where he was, but he didn't quite understand, so he continued to walk closer to her. Once he was close enough, his claws emitted from his hands, and he used them to cut through the ropes that were binding her. She fell to her knees, ripped the cloth off of her mouth, and shouted, "Logan, get out of here!"
"Wh—" Unfortunately, Logan was interrupted as his brother lunged from behind a nearby tree and tackled him to the ground.
At the same time, Blair heard Danny scream, and then looked over to see that Emma had him by the hair—with her silver hand gun cocked and at his head.
Logan growled furiously and shouted, "Get the hell off of me, Victor!"
Victor simply chuckled evilly and hacked at Logan's face while Logan shouted.
Suddenly, with a burst of strength, Logan shoved his brother off of him as the wounds on his face quickly healed over.
Victor stood up abruptly, his expression simply amused, while Logan's was constricted and enraged. Logan was also panting heavily, while Victor was not.
"Hey, you're not worn down, are you, Jimmy?" he sneered.
"No," Logan panted. "I'm not," he added, snarling slightly.
"Seems like you are, bro," Victor chuckled, thrusting himself at Logan and pinning him against the trunk of the tree Blair was recently tied to.
"Get off!" Logan snarled ferociously.
Victor gripped Logan tightly by the neck and smiled. "Jimmy, you suck at this fighting thing," he said, chuckling grimly. "You sure you're not tired? Not even a little?" He tightened his grip on Logan's neck.
Logan tried to thrust his claws through his brothers' skin, but, for some odd reason, his aim seemed off. He really was exhausted. "Gambit—Gambit!" he gasped, "Get—Victor—GET—HIM!"
However, Gambit was unable to do anything, for if he did, Emma threatened to blow Danny's brains out. "Sorry…sorry Logan," he said pleadingly, staring helplessly at Danny.
And eventually, from lack of oxygen, consciousness slipped away from Logan, and he blacked out. Victor, smiling victoriously, released his grip on Logan's neck and he fell to the ground. Then he turned swiftly to Gambit, grinning maliciously.
Gambit raised his hands up to defend himself, but Emma shot him a threatening look and shoved the gun against Danny's skull, causing him to flinch, so Gambit dropped his hands back to his sides and sighed.
Victor grabbed Gambit by the neck, just as he had Logan, and he fell unconscious in only a few seconds.
Danny, with Emma still gripping his hair, called to Blair who, surprisingly, hadn't run off yet, "Blair—run—RUN!"
But Blair seemed to be frozen on the spot. Victor had defeated both Logan and Gambit—how was that possible? Logan had seemed weak, and Blair didn't know why. But it was probably her fault—he probably wore himself out searching for her. However, Victor had only defeated Gambit because he'd wanted to protect Danny….
"I'll take the kid to the car," Emma said happily, grinning evilly at Danny. "You can take care of Blair…."
Blair's head snapped up, and she glanced at Victor, horror revealed in her eyes. Surprisingly, she managed to splutter, "I d-don't suppose you'd l-let me go because it's my birthday—?"
Victor laughed in amusement, then smirked and replied, "Nope." His nails grew longer than Blair had ever seen them grow before, and he stepped towards her.
So, naturally, she ran.
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