Two in one night! How weird is that? Anyway, I'm getting close to the end and I think that's why I'm churning these out now. Not that I want it to be over...despite how long it's been taking me, I've really enjoyed this story. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed reading it as well. All right that being said...don't expect another chapter up tonight lol.

The words didn't fully register at first. Logan couldn't have left me. He wouldn't do that. Stryker had been right. Logan had involved me and there was no fucking way he would just abandon me here because of some whore. He was coming back.

"He's coming back," I stated softly, pulling myself up onto the bars.

"Nadya, I –"

"No, he's coming back!" I stumbled to the side as I regained my balance and my natural equilibrium took hold. "And if you don't shut the fuck up right now, I will make sure he leaves you in this Godforsaken shithole…got it?" Ignoring the lack of response, I looked back up to where Logan had just been. I watched as Kayla ran forward and Viktor grabbed her throat. I shuddered, having experienced that same loss of air…that same fear.

"Oh my God," Emma murmured, bringing her hand to her mouth.

The next thing I knew, Kayla had released the most ear piercing scream I could remember hearing. I watched Viktor throw her to the side and turn around. My gaze followed his own and I released a sigh of relief.

Logan had come back.

I watched with the rest of the mutants as Logan and Viktor fought each other with a viciousness I had never seen. I couldn't help by call out in thinly veiled terror as both men crashed through the window and onto the hard concrete below. While I knew Logan would recover from the fall, it didn't mean he felt no pain.

No longer able to see the pair, I started pulling at the bars one more time. Without thinking, I tried to force them out of my way using my powers. Immediately I was on the ground and clutching my head in pain. I had completely forgotten what Stryker had done to me. It infuriated me to no end, the idea of being so utterly useless. Logan needed me as much as I needed him, and I couldn't do anything.

I limped over to the bars that my cage shared with Emma. "Even if he does get us out, you're in no way good to do any fighting, you know that right?" I scowled at the truth in her words but nodded.

"I'll worry about me…you worry about you." I smirked. "Well you and Ray Charles over there…." I ignored the swearing Scott sent my way and stumbled back as the main door to our prison area flew open. I could have cried seeing Logan there before me. When his eyes finally found mine, he rushed forward slicing every cage open while Kayla ran behind him helping the others out of their restraints.

As soon as Logan reached me and pulled me out of my cell, I was in his arms.

"Ow ow ow!" I cried. "Thanks for letting me out, but now you have to let me go." He held my shoulders at arm's length while examining my injuries.

"What the Hell happened?" he asked angrily, throwing an angry glance toward Kayla who was embracing Emma.

"Oh you know me," I laughed. I coughed as a bit of blood made its way up my throat and out my mouth. "Hey it looks worse than it – actually, no. It's just as bad as it looks."

"Shit kid…can you walk?" I nodded as he put one arm around my waist and reached out for Kayla's hand with the other. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and shoot the woman a heated stare. With one nod, Logan, me, and the whole group of imprisoned mutants were running through he facility toward the main exit. About half a dozen yards from the massive doors, however, we all froze.

The doors were being opened, not for us, but for someone else…something else. As I looked at the almost man before us, I tried not to grimace. If the term mutant should have applied to someone, it should have been him. He was grotesque with his lithe torso, bald head, and complete lack of mouth. I shifted my gaze to look at his eyes, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Logan…" I whispered.

"No."

"Logan, it's –"

"Wade? Is that you buddy?" The man only tilted his head and continued to stare blankly at our group.

"Kayla…Nadya, get these kids out of here," he ordered, never turning his stare from Wade.

"Logan?"

But –"

"Now!" I felt Emma take my hand as Kayla began leading us away from Logan and the man I had once so incredibly looked up to.

"We can't leave him," I cried as Emma and another boy helped me hobble along.

"He'll be fine; you said so yourself, now come on!" It took all my will power not to push away and limp back toward my two friends. Before I realized what was happening, all my concern for Logan was gone as soldiers began shooting down at us from above. I groaned as Kayla pushed me behind her and down onto the ground.

"I can help!" Scott shouted. "Point me at them!" Emma, in her now diamond like skin, rushed toward him and helped him up. I watched as she blocked the shots as he pulled off the coverings over his eyes. Red lasers shot forward, destroying the second floor and every soldier along with it.

"Holy shit," I muttered, allowing Kayla to pull me to my feet.

"Come on, let's go," Emma ordered turning back toward the group.

"I can't," Kayla stated breathlessly.

"What?" I asked. She may have been a whore and a lying bitch, but I wasn't going to leave her here for Stryker to find.

"I can't go; please, I need to stay…" Her eyes were pleading with Emma who finally nodded. She finished pulling me to my feet and urged us forward. As we hurried down the long hall, I took one last look at Kayla. She was kneeling on the ground with tearing building up in her eyes while she clutched tightly at her side. Realization dawned on me and I bit my tongue to keep from calling out for her. I wondered how devastated Logan was going to be when he caught up and realized she wouldn't be escaping the island.

The longer we ran, the easier it was for me to push aside the pain building throughout my body. I kept my thoughts focused on getting out, finding Logan, and getting the kids around me out safely. I counted out each breath I took and forced myself to step up my pace. I knew the chances of me injuring myself more were rising greatly, but I couldn't be bothered to care.

My mind raced back and forth between worry for Logan, sad anger for Kayla, and wonder…wonder about what had been done to Wade. Had Logan known Wade hadn't actually died? Probably not. He hadn't known about Kayla or Viktor…this was just one more thing catching us both off guard. I found myself wondering if Wade even existed anymore.

If Logan could get him to stop attacking, maybe he would listen. Maybe I could talk to him…remind him of the few years we spent together. I wondered if her remembered that story he told me about his ex-girlfriend's wedding, or, defending me from Viktor, or even that stupid pink bandaid. I was taken from my thoughts when I ran straight into Emma.

I looked up and frowned at the crossroads before us. "Which way now?"

"We go left," Scott stated firmly.

"What?" Emma asked. "You can't see.

"Trust me," he smiled. "Left."

"Might as well," I replied. "It's not like going right looks any less doom impending…." Scott and I pushed past the group and led them down the tunnel. He kept me upright, while I made sure he didn't ram his face into any walls. We made quite the pair together.

As we continued to race forward, all the while following the lead of a blind kid, I began to hear a very loud rumbling from above. "What the hell is that?" Emma shouted.

"I don't know, but I think we should be gone before we find out. If this place collapses, I won't be able to do shit to protect us."

"What?" cried a kid from the back.

"Stryker did something to block my powers…if we could fix it, I could shield us no problem." I explained breathlessly. It was getting very hard to breathe, talk, and run all at once. "Now less talking, more running!" I ordered pushing on ahead.

It's weird…thinking back on those moments running through those narrow tunnels beneath the Island. I can't for the life of me remember what I was running to. Sure I was trying to get away from Stryker…but then? If Logan defeated Wade, if Kayla survived, if every mutant there escaped…what did that mean? I knew how badly I was broken, and not just physically….

It's like running through that tunnel, was a metaphor for the past six years of my life. There were bad people coming, and I had to protect the good people. I glanced at the kids around me, and as the lights flickered overhead, I swore I saw Daisy racing next to me. I cried out and almost fell before Emma and another girl had me up and moving. When I looked over where I had just seen Daisy, she was already gone with another child covered in dust in her place.