Hope that you enjoyed the first chapter. I apologize that it was as short as it was, but they will be getting longer, I promise. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or any of the original characters. I only own my charrie and her powers and any other OCs that might be showing up. ;)

"Hop in," the man said, opening the vehicle's door and motioning to the inside.

Again, I hesitate. The man had helped me so far. His reasons for his help, I still wasn't sure. I guessed that he felt guilty about running me over. At least, I hoped that's what it was. Anything was better than the lab. My mind made up, I tighten the blanket around myself before stepping inside the trailer.

The stench of body odor, cigar smoke, and whiskey was what hit me first. I wrinkle my nose at it, but didn't complain, stepping into the back of the trailer. I spot a bed and make my way over to it, sitting down. I give a small grunt, and run a hand over my ribs, now completely healed, not even a bruise showing where I had been hit.

The man shut the door and got in on the drivers' side. He gave me a quizzical glance before shrugging and starting up the car. I tense at the movement at the car, not used to the feeling of things rolling and moving under me, but the man doesn't seem to notice.

"So, what's your name, kid?" he asked after a few minutes of driving in silence.

I whip my head to face him. He was looking at me through the rearview mirror. Unable to reply, I shrug. I didn't have a name anyway. Not a human one at least. And even then, my name hadn't been used in so long that I was surprised that I hadn't forgotten it myself. He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you talk?" the man asked. "Or can you talk?"

Finally, a question that I could answer to! I shook my head. He sighed heavily.

"Great. Don't have to listen to you yappin' your jaw off," he said with a rough chuckle.

I growled, not appreciating being laughed at. The man rolled his eyes.

"My name's Logan," he said. "Thought that you might as well know it."

I ignore him, staring out one of the side windows instead as the snow covered land flashed by in a blur. It was better than the memories at least. I take another look at the man, Logan. He didn't seem all that bad. I smiled softly to myself before laying down on the bed. I close my eyes and relax my body, drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately, the nightmares decided to take advantage of me, and raided my dreams.

The smell of medical alcohol stung my nose, burning my eyes and making them water. I struggle to rise, but found that my legs were trapped down with black straps. I snarl, struggling against the restraints. I turn my head at the side door opening and shutting. Two people entered the room, one wheeling a cart. I growl at them both and start growling a bit louden when I saw the surgical instruments on the cart. Neither man responded, one covering me with a blue, sterile sheet. And then the pain began...

I jerk awake, panting and covered in sweat. I push my damp hair away from my face and settle my breathing before taking a quick glance around. The car had stopped and was parked at what looked like a bar. Smelled like one at least, full of a masculine scent, the smell of body odor, beer, smoke, and gambling. You would be surprised, but gambling actually does have a scent, one mixed with adrenaline, sweat, and sneakiness, like something was going down. Why would Logan be at a place like this?

I entertained myself for the next couple of hours by watching the people going in and out of the bar. One person that really caught my attention was a young woman in a green cloak. She held a large duffel bag in her hands. Was she a runaway? I wondered, leaning forward to get a better look at her face. She looked nervous and scared. So would I, going into a place like that. I watched her go before continuing to watch the other people.

Two more hours passed, and I looked up from another one of my short naps as Logan got into the vehicle. I yawned widely and stretched. Logan looked over at me, starting up the car.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "Needed to get some money."

i nod slightly, showing him that I understood. I had noted that he smelled more strongly of sweat and cigar smoke. To prove my point, I also saw that his black hair was damp with sweat and he was breathing hard. Even I could see that.

Logan started to drive away from the bar, something that made me feel a bit better. The smells had been starting to annoy me. We were a few minutes down the road when I realized that Logan was constantly looking over his shoulder. His uneasiness spread to me and soon, I was doing it too, moving and shifting around anxiously.

Logan suddenly stopped the car and got out. I watched the ongoings through the window. He went over to the trailer type thing with another vehicle looking thing in it, a motorcycle I think or something similar. He prodded at a lump under the tarp that covered it before ripping it back, and I was startled to find that it was the girl in the green cloak, the one I had been so interested in earlier.

Both her and Logan shared words, neither of which I could hear until Logan opened up the door.

"I saved your life," came a faint Southern accent.

"No you didn't," Logan answered gruffly, shutting the door and starting to drive off once more. I frown at him, then at the lone figure standing in the snow covered street.

Logan looked at me, a scowl on his face.

"What? he growled.

I just glared at him. We had a stare down, though I saw the hesitant look on his face at my stare. It was impressive and my chilling blue eyes helped. He finally looked away, stopping the car. I gave a small smile, happy that things had gone my way, before watching the girl grabbed the duffel bag that sat at her feet and ran over to the car, getting in on the passnegers' side. Logan started the car back up once more and we were on the road again once more.

To answer your question, yes I am going off of the movies. I won't be going by them word for word, but I will be taking some quotes here and there.