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Chapter 18

"What the h*** is going on?" Logan bellowed from the doorway.

Warren leaped off of Rally's bed. "It's not what you think, Logan." The teen tried to explain. "I would never-". By this time, Wolverine had made his way over to the young teens. He clenched Warren's shirt in his hand as he stared intimdatingly at him.

"Get out!" Logan growled, shoving Warren backwards. "Don't let me catch you near my daughter again."

Frightened, the blonde teen, scrambled out the door. He knew Logan was merciless and could become so out of control that killing was second nature. That was a side of Logan he never wanted to seem, expecially directed at himself.

Rally watched the boy, whom she spent the last hour with, flee from the scene like a scared rabbit. This did not look good. Her father was fuming at her bedside. The young girl didn't know what to expect. She lowered her head in submission.

"Get up." He growled. She was still sitting on her bed, beneath the blankets. Without hesitation, Rally uncovered herself and stood up.

Logan stared at his daughter. She was clearly avoiding eye contact, looking at the floor. "Look at me." He demanded.

Scared, the young teen slowly lifted her head and looked at him. His eyes seemed to peirce through her being. Out od the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his arm begin to move. Without even a conscious thought, Rally felt an ungodly power flow from her and watched as Logan began to stagger backwards until he was pressed against the wall. She was no longer herself, but a puppet to her power.

Seemingly fighting an invisible foe, Wolverine shouted, "Rally!" This time, the anger had left his voice and now, it was concern. Not for himself, but for his daughter and everyone else present in the mansion. His claws began bending back, sending soaring pain through the mutants body. He needed Rally to come back. These things from her body would kill him. "I'm not going to hurt you!" He yelled.

At the sound of those words, something began to flicker in Rally. She came back in a daze and had no idea what was going on. When the young girl spotted her father against the wall, struggling, with veins popping, she couldn't contain herself.

"Stop! Get off of him." She screamed through tears, running forward. Instantly, the forces began to dissappate and Rally felt an odd sensation as the things, her ability, entered back into her mind. Rally ran to Logan who was heaving for breath by the wall. "I am so sorry!"She cried, falling to her knees in front of him. "That's two people I hurt today. I can't do it anymore. Kill me!" She begged. Without a rational thought, the young teen grasped Logan's hand with claws outstretched and drove them towards her stomach. His adamantium claws stopped short with an abrupt hault before she could finish her suicide.

"D*** it, kid! Get ahold of yourself." Logan seethed. Rally was sobbing on the floor, face down in front of him. Her father decided to let her calm down before saying anything. It was only a minute or two before the brunette picked her face off the floor and began wiping the tears away with sniffles.

"I don't know what the h*** was going on when I walked in, but we'll discuss that later. Right now, get a bag packed. We're leaving." Logan said.

Rally looked up at her father. She wanted to protest and tell him how much she wanted to stay. At the mansion, she had Jean, the Professor, Scott, Hank and...Warren. But there was no way she would endanger there lives like this. In fact, she shouldn't even go with Logan. He would be in constant danger and it had only been by luck that she snapped out of whatever trance she was in and gained control of her inner demons. "I'll leave by myself so I can't hurt anyone."

Logan chuckled. "Anyone but yourself." He said remembering her attempt at suicide just minutes ago.

"I'm serious." She said with a grim expression.

"Me too. Get packed in five minutes or less or you're not taking anything." The feral mutant commanded.

Slowly, but surely, Rally stood up and threw some clothing in a bag. "I'm ready." She stated, walking to where Logan stood, still leaned up against the wall.

"Follow me." He said. He began walking down the hall and after a few turns and a few flights of stairs, Logan and Rally ended up in the garage. There was a variety of vehicles lined up. All were polished to a tee and straight off the market.

"Get in." He said, as they walked up to a brand new pick up truck. On the back was Logan's motorcycle, neatly secured. So he had this planned, Rally thought to herself. She thought it was just spur of the moment. Without a word, she climbed into the passenger side.

They began to drive away and the young teen thought of everyone she had met. She would probably never see them again. What would the professor tell them? That she was too dangerous to be kept at the mansion and had to go to a remote area where she wouldn't endanger others? A tear flowed down her face. The mansion had become her new home. As she soon became to realize, nothing would become permanent in her life anymore. Friends weren't an option. It would be Her and her father from now on, nobody else.

Out of curiosity, Rally looked at her father and asked, "Where are we going?" They had already been driving for 15 minutes and she had no idea where they were headed.

"Canada." He answered.

End Chapter

I apologize for the huge amount of time between this chapter and the previous one. I finally found some time to continue and I'm not sure if I should end it here or not. What do you guys think? Should I write more?