"Do you have anything to eat?" the Southern girl asked.
Logan popped his cigar into his mouth, he had lit up once we had been on the road for a while, and reached over to the glove compartment that sat in front of the girl. He opened it up and handed her a bar of some sort.
I sniffed at the air, growling quietly to myself when I realized that I couldn't smell what it was. But I didn't have to wait long to find out. The girl opened up the bar with hungry eyes and started to stuff the chocolate into her mouth. My own mouth started to salivate, but I ignored it, just watching as she ate.
The girl pushed back her hood, revealing the dark brown hair underneath. She looked over at Logan, still chewing. "I'm Rogue," she said.
Logan gave a grunt in acknowledgment. The girl, Rogue, leaned forward in her seat, looking at the shiny things that hung around Logan's neck. "Were you in the Army?" she asked. "Doesn't that mean that you were in the Army?" She nodded towards the tags.
Logan grunted again, giving a puff of his cigar before tucking them under his shirt. "So, what kind of name is Rogue?" he finally asked after a few moments of an awkward silence. I cocked my head slightly, just as curious.
The girl just looked over at Logan, rolling her eyes slightly. "What kind of name is Wolverine?" she retorted.
I raise an eyebrow. Wolverine? Since when did Logan go by Wolverine? What had gone on in that bar while I had been stuck in this car? I sit up, hanging onto every word.
Logan gave a sigh. "It's Logan," he said.
"Marie," the girl told him before settling back down in her seat.
Ok, I was confused. What was up with all of the different names? I growl again and freeze when the girl looks over her shoulder, eyes widening when she catches sight of me. "Who's that?" she asked. This Marie/Rogue girl asked a lot of questions, I realized.
Logan shrugged. "Don't know. Doesn't talk and won't tell me her name," he answered.
"Then what is she doing here?" Marie asked.
"I hit her with my truck. Was going to take her to the hospital, but then I realized..." Logan broke off and I couldn't even guess what would have gone at the end of that sentence.
Marie's eyes widened. "You hit her with your truck?" she asked, clearly shocked.
"Not my fault! She was in the middle of the road!" Logan exclaimed back. He looked back at me. "Tell her!"
I give him a look that said, 'I can't stupid'. He seemed to realize his mistake a second too late and turned his head back around, getting back to driving, letting loose a small string of curses under his breath. The curses weren't new for me, having heard them all the time when I would bite someone at the labs or something.
"You know, you should really wear a seatbelt," Marie said, looking over at Logan, who was unbuckled.
Logan looked over at her, like he was bored. "Look, kid, why don't you-" There was a horrible crunching sound and the sound of breaking glass, cutting him off mid-sentence.
I give a yelp as my head was slammed against a tank of something foul smelling. I stay on the ground, stunned and not able to move. After a few moments, I sit up slowly, rubbing the already fading knot in my head, leaving the blanket behind as I had a feeling that I would be needing full range of motion.
I was completely startled to see the windshield smashed and the front of the car completely crushed, a tree blocking the path. Logan had been tossed through the window like a rag doll, Marie gasping for breath as her chest had been almost smashed against the seatbelt. Ironic, I know.
I stand up to get over to Marie, completely caught off guard by what I saw. Logan was standing up, a large gash on his forehead healing right before our eyes. Just like my ribs and my head had done. He was like me. Well, partially anyways.
"You guys alright?" he shouted towards the car.
Marie gave another gasp for breath. "I'm stuck!" she hollered back at him. I look down, and sure enough, the buckling mechanism was jammed.
Logan wiped a hand across his forehead, clearing away the leftover blood, as he came towards the car. He looked towards the tree and froze. He seemed to be scenting the air, nose flaring as he brought in the scents towards his nose. I barely stopped my eyes from popping out as three metal claws shot out of each fist. What else had this guy not told me?
Logan looked towards the woods just as a large form burst out with a roar. I growl threateningly, though it didn't sound that threatening in a human's body. Man, I wish I was back in my natural form! I hated this human form more than ever now!
As they fought, I struggled trying to help Marie out her seatbelt. I snarl at the leather, not being able to break it with neither nail or tooth. I turn to look around for something to bust the belt and froze. There was fire in the back of the trailer. I give a yelp and renew my vigor in trying to help Marie. She noted the flames as well and clawed at the belt. We both look up as Logan smashed into the already busted windshield. The shaggy, hairy man gave a nod of satisfaction before starting towards us. I give a snarling growl at him, daring him to come any closer.
Whether he would have taken me up on my threat or not, I would never know. The snow, which had been falling slowly, not moved in a torrent towards the man. I could just barely make out two figures in the distance. I turn again, feeling the growing heat on my bare back. In that time, the hairy man had left and the two figures ran towards us. One threw open the trailer door. The figures were people, one with long white hair and dark skin and another with shaggy brown hair and some sort of red thing on his face, covering his eyes. I growl at them, moving myself into view. The man averted his gaze from my naked body, just as Logan had done before tapping the side of his red thing. A bolt of red laser or something shot out, snapping the seatbelt that I had been trying so hard to break. The woman with white hair grabbed Marie, pulling her out of the vehicle, me following close behind.
The man with brown hair grabbed Logan from the front of the car and started to drag him away from the wreckage, the woman right behind him with Marie.
I run behind them just before a foul smell reached my nose. The woman with white hair turned to grab me, to protect me, but it was too late. I felt the scorching heat against my back as the car exploded, burning the flesh. I scream out in pain, falling to the ground and smacking my temple against the hard surface of the road. The last thing I saw and remembered was the trio looking back at me in horror, the man in the red thing coming over to me and starting to press the cold snow against my still burning wounds...