"WOLFY! WOLFY!" Anna-Marie screamed, running around the truck like a wild child.
Logan was out there in seconds, scanning the area before looking to her. A threatening growl rumbled in his chest when he saw some man-child in sun glasses chasing her around the truck. He didn't give a shit who he was, he was dead.
He ran over to the truck, just as Marie ran around it again and made a dash for his legs, hiding behind him.
"What's the big idea?" Logan growled when the guy ran right into his chest. He fell back a little but Logan didn't budge once.
"Oh hello. I was just trying to have a word with Anna-Marie and..." he couldn't even finish what he was trying to say. Logan had punched the bastard, knocking him to the floor.
"You come near her again and that will feel like a fucking tap" he growled, picking Marie up and holding her to his chest. The guy might have known Marie's name but he scared her and Logan didn't like that.
"Son of a... now just one moment" he glared, holding his nose while he stood back up. "I am trying to help her" he told him.
"You her Dad?" he asked, looking him up and down. He looked kind of young but that didn't mean he wasn't related.
"What? No!" he quickly shook his head, causing him more pain.
"Good. Fuck off" Logan grunted and turned, heading back into the cabin. He slammed the door behind him, ignoring the knocks.
"He was scary" Marie frowned, clinging to Logan's shirt. She had only been playing with her huntsman and that man came out of no where.
"Your safe from him but not me" he growled when he finally reached her room. He set her on the bed and glared down at her sternly. "You're in a lot of trouble, missy" he told her.
She suddenly felt a lot safer with the man outside as she looked up at those scary eyes.
"Why? I didn't do anything" she whined, trying to get down from the bed but he stopped her.
"Why? how about the fact you ran off to avoid going to bed, you ignored me calling you AND you went outside in the fucking dark" he growled. He was growing more angry and wondered how the kid thought it was alright to go out willy nilly like that.
"I'm sorry!" she yelled, knowing where this was going. She needed to get as much distance between her and his hand so she jumped down and ran for the door.
"Dont even think about it!" he picked her up by the back of her pajama shirt and bent her over the side of the bed, smacking away at her bottom.
"Your horrible! I hate you!" she started crying after she realized he was causing her tush to sting again. She honestly didn't know what she had done wrong. It was the glasses man who was bad, not her.
Logan felt a pang of hurt when she told him she hated him. It hurt a lot more than he ever thought it would but the thought of her running off again and getting hurt was enough for him to start lecturing her.
"You NEVER run off like that. Never hide from me when I call you and NEVER go outside alone, do you understand?" he demanded between smacks.
She managed to choke out a 'yes' as her tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking the blanket beneath her.
"Are you ever going to try that again?" he asked harshly, wanting to hear her promise. No. He didn't want it, he needed it.
"No! Nooooo, please Wolfy" she begged, her crying making her hiccup.
He felt warmth when she called him that. She wouldn't have called him wolfy if she hated him. He picked her up and cradled her to his chest, allowing her to calm down.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to ever do that again, you could have gotten hurt or..." he frowned, not wanting to even imagine what could come after 'or'.
She sniffled, rubbing at her tush. "Or what?" she mumbled, snuggling into his chest.
"Doesn't matter. It aint gonna happen, I'll make sure of it" he promised, kissing the top of her hair and tucking her into the bed. "You stay put, you hear?" he asked, smiling a little when she was too tired to even answer and just snored.
"Good girl" he said quietly then walked out her room. He still needed to find out who the fuck that guy was. Releasing his claws, he prepared for the worst and opened the front door.
He saw him leaning against the truck like he knew he would come back out.
"Get off my truck" he growled, smirking when he did so instantly. Good. The twerp was a fast learner.
"You have ten seconds to tell me why your here before I skin you alive" he growled, showing him the claws in warning.
"My name is Scott Summers and I work at Xavier's institute for mutants and I came to warn you, there is a very bad mutant hanging around here for some reason and we think you might be that reason" he explained.
Logan snorted at that. He had never seen another mutant before Anna-Marie came along really and he would hardly call her a bad mutant when she was too young to even have her mutation. The only reason he knew she was one was because he could smell it on her.
"Beat it kid, I can handle anything around here" he said. If he wasn't so pissed off, he would have laughed at the idea of a 'very bad mutant' trying to mess with him.
"Would you take that chance? With Anna-Marie" he asked, clearly pressing Logan's buttons and it worked as the feral growled.
"You saying I can't take care of her?" he glared, grabbing the little punk's shirt. If he kept it up, he might actually kill him.
"I didn't say that but if you stay here, you are both in danger" he said, choosing his words carefully.
"I told you I can handle it" he glared down at him.
"But you are selfish enough to risk it?" Scott asked with a raised brow.
Logan selfish? How dare he call him selfish when it came to Marie.
"Your gonna fucking regret that" he snarled, raising his claws to slash at him.
"Wait!" a woman called, walking up behind them. "I am sure he didn't mean it like that. We are only trying to help you" she explained.
He looked over his shoulder and rose his brow. "The fuck did you come from?" he asked then smirked. "You the 'very bad mutant'? wow. So scary" he laughed.
She merely stopped beside him. "No, we think he has a connection with you. The professor has watched his thoughts for the past few days, disgusting blood thirsty thoughts" she said.
"Like I told four eyes here, I can handle it" he said, letting go of the punk's shirt to look at her. He started walking back into the cabin but stopped when he heard something that actually made him think.
"Some of those thoughts included leaving you Anna-Marie's mutilated body on your porch..."
"You really saw that?" he asked.
"I didn't but the Professor did."
"Professor huh? and what does this all-knowing Professor want?"
"He wants to help. You will be safe at the institute, along with other mutants" she said.
"Marie stays with me" he growled. "And I don't want him anywhere near her" he said, jabbing his thumb over at the guy.
"That's fine" she smiled, ignoring the death glare Scott had.
"I'm not a pedophile" he said, insulted that someone would even think that.
"Sure you're not, just stay away from her or I'll give you some scars to show off" he smirked over at him then looked back to the woman. "Where is this place?" he asked.
"It's only a few hours from here if we take the jet" she said.
"Fuck no, I'll drive."
"That would take days" Scott snorted.
"Shut it" he growled at him.
"I'm afraid Scott is right, It would take too long."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Do I have wings? No. I was built to stay on the ground" he growled.
"Scared to fly? seriously?" Scott snickered.
"Watch it, I aint scared" he glared.
"Then pack up and use the jet" he smirked.
"Fine" he snapped and stormed inside to get some stuff.
"That wasn't very nice" the woman said, smiling though as she looked over at Scott.
"Worked didn't it?" he smirked.
"Fucking kid thinking I'm scared of flying" Logan shook his head, first going into his room and packing his clothes and boots. He wasnt scared. He just felt uneasy in the air. It was unnatural.
Knowing Marie all too well, he packed some food too for the trip incase she woke up.
Once his stuff was all packed, he walked quietly into her room and put all her new clothes and things in a few bags and took them all out at once, hating it when he made two trips.
"Your bringing food at this time of night?" Scott rose his brow, standing aside as the older mutant took everything onto the jet. He was even more confused when he snorted.
"You don't know Marie" was all he said and went back to get her.
He picked her up, cradling the small child as he took her to the jet, trying not to wake her. He had a feeling he wouldn't like this ride one bit.
(Sorry to rush the end of this chapter a little but my puppy is trying to get my attention ^_^ I will update the Xaveir Comunity later today)
