Heyyooo.

Sooo—I hope you enjoy this chapter. x]

Hehe.

Yeahhh—question..

CAT OR DOG?

Kitty. (:

I dunno about that question. Kind of simplistic—but I don't think that I've got any more, er, slightly thoughtful questions left in me. xD

PS: This is the LAST CHAPTER. :O

There was Stryker, a gun in his hand, his finger on the trigger and pointed at Logan.

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Logan turned to Stryker, with uncontrollable rampage on his face. He was sick of Stryker. He'd done enough. He'd kidnapped mutants and forced experiments upon them like guinea pigs—lied to Logan—and sent him on a mad chase to kill Victor, when, in reality, he hadn't done anything—to Kayla, at least.

Stryker was going to die, here and now. No more Mr. Nice Guy…no more mercy or pity…Stryker. Would. Die.

So Stryker pulled the trigger as Logan ran towards him, screaming in extreme rage. The first bullet plunged into his chest—and the second into his neck—.

Blair stared at Stryker curiously, as his smile flickered slightly when Logan advanced towards him. Bullets? Really? Did he honestly think that simple metal bullets were going to get rid of Logan? They wouldn't even slow him down, let alone kill him. There had to be a catch….

And Blair was afraid to know what that catch was.

"Logan! Don't!" Blair pleaded dejectedly. She was absolutely certain that this would end badly if Logan were to be hit in a vital place—like the skull, perhaps.

But Logan couldn't hear Blair. He couldn't hear anything but his heart rumbling in his ears, and the bangs that pierced the sound as Stryker took more and more shots at Logan, hitting him in the chest nearly every time.

"LOGAN! LOGAN!" Blair's screams continued, but Logan didn't hear them.

Now Logan was only a foot away from Stryker, and Stryker had a direct aim at Logan's head. He was going to shoot him right in the skull…and then what would happen? He wouldn't die—was it even possible to kill Logan? Blair didn't know, but she knew Stryker wouldn't attempt to kill Logan with simple bullets if he wasn't almost definite it would do something tragic….

So Stryker pulled the trigger as Logan lunged at him, claws outstretched.

And the bullet sped straight towards Logan's skull.

But it didn't hit him.

Another figure lurched in between Logan and the bullet's path. The figure emitted a scream as the bullet pierced their skull.

And the person was dead.

And now Logan's path was free. His claws pierced right through Stryker's chest, and he gasped out a pathetic, crumpled sort of cough. But oddly, then he smiled weakly, and whispered, "You are the animal, Logan" before toppling to the ground, his life completely diminished.

Now everyone was glancing around hectically to see who was missing out of their little group. Blair was there, and Danny, and Kayla—and Logan, of course so—

Kira.

Blair rushed to her lifeless friends' side, her eyes tearing up. They weren't tearing up rapidly, for Blair had hardly known Kira—but she was still devastated. Kira had just given her life for Logan's….

"Kira," Blair whispered, shaking Kira's dead corpse as blood seeped out of her penetrated skull.

Kira, obviously, could not respond. Her eyes were wide open, for her last scream and piercing look towards Stryker was still etched upon her features. Her dark hair was now matted with thick, crimson blood—and Blair could hardly take the disgusting site. She tore her gaze away from Kira, and turned to Logan and Danny, tears erupting in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Logan and Danny said at the same time, sympathy coating their voices like sugar coats candy.

Blair sniffed and wiped a tear off of her cheek. "It's all right—I—I hardly knew her, anyway." Although this fact was true, the words stung her heart like a deranged jellyfish. She unsteadily stood up on her feet, and glanced at Kayla, whose eyes were closed tight as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She was in a tremendously large amount of pain.

"C'mon," Blair said in a falsely strong voice, "let's get Kayla some help. After she's fixed up, I'll, er—figure out what to do with myself…."

Logan opened his mouth to suggest something, but Kayla moaned in pain, and he rushed to her side. Picking her up once more, he said, "What do we do with Kira's body? Do you think her parents will want to—?"

"No," Blair said shortly. Kira's past had been a complete mystery to her, but she was almost positive Kira did not have any parents—or they did not care for her. She'd also wondered why Kira had been so uncomfortable to answer different sorts of questions—most of them involving where she lived. Kira's background information was a completely unknown adventure that Blair no longer had a chance to explore…she had meant to ask Kira about it…but now she was gone…forever. She wondered if she ever would unlock the secrets of Kira's past….

Logan said nothing more, but walked ahead of Blair and Danny. Danny wrapped his arm tightly around Blair's shoulder, and Blair smiled a weakly radiant smile to thank him for his comfort.

And now, as Blair, Danny, Logan, and Kayla wandered away from the grounds of the Three Mile Island, everything seemed to be okay. After many deaths and injuries, everything seemed to have fallen into place.

No one saw a trace of Gambit as they exited the island, so everyone assumed that he had gone off with the kids trying to get off of the island, or he had found his own way out. No matter where he was, Blair and Danny both promised that they would pray he stayed safe until the day he died….

Logan, however, didn't promise anything, for he was too wrapped up in making sure Kayla was comfortable until they were able to find a hospital.

But oddly, although Kayla was gravely injured, Logan couldn't help but to keep smiling. Their relationship hadn't been a lie, after all. They loved each other…and they would live together happily for years and years to come….

Twelve hours later; a hospital not too far from the Three-Mile-Island.

A nurse rushed out from behind thick, wooden hospital doors that shielded patients from being seen by onlookers. The nurses' bright blonde hair was tightened into a messy bun at the back of her heart-shaped head, and her green-ish blue eyes lit up as she rushed hurriedly to give Logan the news about Kayla.

"Uhmm…Mr—?"

"Just call me Logan."

"All right, Mr. Logan…your girlfriend, Kayla Silverfox, is perfectly okay. She's going to be fine. We had the bullet removed and her wound stitched up. She can leave whenever she wants."

A huge wave of relief crashed over Logan's features, and he smiled warmly, and then replied, "Thank you so much."

"Not a problem, sir," the nurse replied sweetly, smiling one more time before hurrying away.

"Well," Logan began, facing Blair and Danny, who were sitting next to each other on hard, plastic chairs in the waiting room, chatting away, "want to come with me to see Kayla?"

Blair and Danny both jumped out of their seats immediately, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Of course," Blair said simply, replying for both herself and Danny.

So the three of them rushed through the wooden doors of the hospital and down the hall, where dozens of nurses and doctors were buzzing around like fruit flies, helping needy patients.

Room 715 was Kayla's room, and once Logan, Danny, and Blair reached her door, they entered without knocking.

"Kayla," Logan said lovingly, sitting by her bed, "does your side hurt?"

"Just a little stiff, baby," Kayla chirped. Her mood and attitude had greatly improved from earlier. Her eyes wandered over to Blair and Danny, and she said gratefully, "Thank you so much for helping me…and Logan, of course..." Kayla's voice trailed off and a smile lit up her face that emphasized her best features.

"You're welcome," Blair said lightly, and Danny nodded feebly in agreement. But Blair's smile faded incredibly when she added, "Erm—I'd better be off soon. I've got to find somewhere to stay, after all…and you two—" she pointed to Kayla and Logan—"deserve some alone time."

Blair turned to leave the room, but Danny clung to her shirt, "What? You're just—going?" he said disbelievingly.

"I've got to go somewhere," Blair snorted, "and I could still be on Victor's hit list—he could be after me as we speak. Besides, I need to find a permanent home now that—" she cut herself off painfully.

Logan did not frown, but smirked. Then he leaned over Kayla, and whispered something in her ear. Whatever he said, Kayla seemed to agree entirely with, because she exclaimed, "Logan, that'd be a great idea!"

"What is it?" Blair said curiously, perking her head up.

"Well," Logan said, raising his voice slightly, "you've helped out a lot, Blair—and you might be a pain in the ass, and incredibly stubborn, but you're a good kid—so Kayla and I thought that…if you want to, that is, you could stay with us…. We're going back to our Canadian home ASAP, so if you'd like to come—"

Blair didn't need to wait for Logan to finish his sentence to know her answer. "Are you kidding me!?" she bellowed, jumping up and down excitedly, "I'd love to!" But then she turned to Danny, and she smiled miserably, "Danny—you and I—might not work out long distance…."

Danny grinned broadly in response. "Blair—on the way to the island, me and Logan actually had a decent conversation, and he told me where he lived—and I don't live to far from there at all. Maybe…fifteen minutes away…our relationship will work out fine…." Danny leaned in to kiss Blair, but Logan scoffed loudly, and he pulled away, blushing furiously.

"Greattt," Logan snorted, "really great…now I'll have to see you some more." He gestured irritably in Danny's direction.

Danny, being used to Logan's rude remarks, ignored his words and took Blair's hand, smiling widely.

And now Blair felt completely whole. She knew that she was being given a chance to have a new family, and, although it would probably never replace her old one entirely, it would be an excellent substitute…. She really loved Logan, in an authority-figure way, and, even though she didn't know Kayla that well yet, she seemed caring and sincere. And Logan loved her, so she couldn't be all that bad.

And now that everything was done and over with, Blair would have much more time to spend with Danny. Their relationship needed some space to grow….

"All right," Logan said after a few moments of silence, helping Kayla out of her hospital bed, "we'd better get going. We don't want to hit traffic on the way home. Danny, we'll drop you at your house. Hopefully your mom won't have a heart attack when she sees you."

Danny glanced down at the bumps, bruises, and cuts along his body, and laughed humorlessly. "I'll make up some crazy story to tell her."

The ends of Logan's mouth twitched as he turned away from Danny so he could face Blair. "And you, Blair, hmm…guess we'll finally have some use for that unused guestroom now."

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THE ENDDD. xP

Yesh, that is the end of the story.

Anyway, if you haven't already noticed, there are a LOT of details that need filling in—such as; the secrets of Blair's power that were never explained; Kira's mysterious background information; and the chance for some growth in Danny and Blair's relationship (such as a few other things).

I kept those details unexplained purposely, because I'd LOVE to write a sequel. (:

But I'll ONLY write one if you guys WANT me to write one, so say whether or not you do in a review. :p

Anyway, I've sort of got a sketchy sequel plot planned in my mind. What I mean by sketchy is—I've got some of those teenage angst/dating/school sequences for Blair and Danny planned out, and some family troubles between Blair/Kayla/Logan, but the actual "actiony-mutant" stuff…well, I'm having a bit of writers block.

I mean—I'm pretty sure I'll have Victor come back, because I absolutely ADORE him, if I haven't mentioned that before, but WHY is the question. Maybe to kill Blair? Or to finish what he started with Logan? Or maybe both? I'm not sure quite yet. xP

And I'm also thinking up ways to fit in that whole "Kira's-mysterious-past" thing. Even though she wasn't in the story for long, and I considered her a rather minor character, I do want her past explained, because, in MY head, it'd be an interesting concept to cover. x]

All right, well, consider all that stuff above in your review xP—because I'll definitely be considering it, like, a LOTTT. Haha. Anyway, I'm off to bed. It's 3;30 in the morning, and I've been typing away for the past three hours. xD

Look for the sequel to this—oh yes, and I've got to come up with a title, can't forget that. Maybe you guys could help me? Haha. (:

Ilyyyy. :3