“Are you okay, kid?” The strange man asked, his tone a more concerned one now.
“I’m fine.” Charlie answered quickly, hoping to convince the man to leave. She looked down at her jeans. The right leg was torn up and blood was seeping out of the large gashes in her leg caused by skidding across the pavement and gravel. The rugged man seemed to have noticed this noticed this too.
“Don’t move.” He ordered. He got up and walked over to his jeep that he had parked on the shoulder and threw open the glove compartment. He grabbed a large, old white rag and slammed the compartment shut.He quickly walked back towards the young girl.HE figuered it would be best if he didn't tell her he knew she was a mutant, but he knew what he had to do, where he had to go. This wasn’t how he planned his night to go after leaving the X-men ‘for good this time.’ He wrapped the rag around her upper leg, where the largest and deepest cuts were. He wondered what she was doing out here at this time of night, but he figured it would be best to ask questions later. “Let’s get you some help.” He said as he grabbed her no longer burning hand and pulled her to her feet.
“I think I’ll take from here.” Charlie said, limping towards the now mangled motorcycle, “Thank you though.” Charlie knew better than to just get in a car with a stranger, especially one who looked like that and possibly knew she was a mutant. If he thought she was a mutant, things could get real ugly, real quick. She prayed he hadn’t seen her hands turning her gloves to ash.
The man was baffled by the fact that this young girl planned on attempting to keep going down the interstate. He wondered where she was going in such a hurry, or what she was running from. “There is no way that bike's even gonna turn on, kid.” Charlie stopped dead in her tracks. She knew he was right. Even if the motorcycle worked, there was no way she’d be able to keep riding it at this point. She had no choice, she was going to have to trust this man. Feeling defeated she made her way over to his jeep that looked just as scraggly and beat-up as he did. The two took off, leaving the pile-of-scrap-metal-motorcycle along with her helmet on the shoulder.
Charlie sat uncomfortably in the passengers seat, thousands of questions burning in her head. Finally she mustered up the courage to speak.
“Who are you?” She asked the most stern voice she could.
“Logan.” The man answered solemnly without even looking at her. “Why were you out there?” He asked in the same tone.
“Long story.” She answered, trying to avoid that topic at all costs.
“ We got time.” Charlie’s hands began to burn again after hearing this. She searched for an excuse, something, anything, so she wouldn’t have to tell Logan she was an unstable mutant who killed her father.
“Where are we going?” She asked, trying to change the topic as quickly as possible. Logan breathed in deep. He cursed under his breath.
“A place where we can get you some help.” he shook his head, hating the fact that he was going back.
Charlie became suddenly defensive. Why was his answer so vague? Her hands felt as if they were going to burst into flames as she asked what he meant by that.
“ A place where they help people like us.” After saying this, Logan turned to Charlie and held up his right hand. Suddenly three metal claws shot out from his fist.
“They call me Wolverine.” With that he retracted his claws and looked back at the road. Not saying another word until they reached their destination.
It was still dark when they arrived at a grand mansion. They stood on the doorstep of the expansive building as Logan angrily knocked on the large door. Within seconds the door was answered by an ape-like man, covered from head to toe in blue fur. Charlie's deep blue eyes grew wide with amazement. Logan, on the other hand, was unfazed by the anomaly of a man standing before them.
“I’m fine.” Charlie answered quickly, hoping to convince the man to leave. She looked down at her jeans. The right leg was torn up and blood was seeping out of the large gashes in her leg caused by skidding across the pavement and gravel. The rugged man seemed to have noticed this noticed this too.
“Don’t move.” He ordered. He got up and walked over to his jeep that he had parked on the shoulder and threw open the glove compartment. He grabbed a large, old white rag and slammed the compartment shut.He quickly walked back towards the young girl.HE figuered it would be best if he didn't tell her he knew she was a mutant, but he knew what he had to do, where he had to go. This wasn’t how he planned his night to go after leaving the X-men ‘for good this time.’ He wrapped the rag around her upper leg, where the largest and deepest cuts were. He wondered what she was doing out here at this time of night, but he figured it would be best to ask questions later. “Let’s get you some help.” He said as he grabbed her no longer burning hand and pulled her to her feet.
“I think I’ll take from here.” Charlie said, limping towards the now mangled motorcycle, “Thank you though.” Charlie knew better than to just get in a car with a stranger, especially one who looked like that and possibly knew she was a mutant. If he thought she was a mutant, things could get real ugly, real quick. She prayed he hadn’t seen her hands turning her gloves to ash.
The man was baffled by the fact that this young girl planned on attempting to keep going down the interstate. He wondered where she was going in such a hurry, or what she was running from. “There is no way that bike's even gonna turn on, kid.” Charlie stopped dead in her tracks. She knew he was right. Even if the motorcycle worked, there was no way she’d be able to keep riding it at this point. She had no choice, she was going to have to trust this man. Feeling defeated she made her way over to his jeep that looked just as scraggly and beat-up as he did. The two took off, leaving the pile-of-scrap-metal-motorcycle along with her helmet on the shoulder.
Charlie sat uncomfortably in the passengers seat, thousands of questions burning in her head. Finally she mustered up the courage to speak.
“Who are you?” She asked the most stern voice she could.
“Logan.” The man answered solemnly without even looking at her. “Why were you out there?” He asked in the same tone.
“Long story.” She answered, trying to avoid that topic at all costs.
“ We got time.” Charlie’s hands began to burn again after hearing this. She searched for an excuse, something, anything, so she wouldn’t have to tell Logan she was an unstable mutant who killed her father.
“Where are we going?” She asked, trying to change the topic as quickly as possible. Logan breathed in deep. He cursed under his breath.
“A place where we can get you some help.” he shook his head, hating the fact that he was going back.
Charlie became suddenly defensive. Why was his answer so vague? Her hands felt as if they were going to burst into flames as she asked what he meant by that.
“ A place where they help people like us.” After saying this, Logan turned to Charlie and held up his right hand. Suddenly three metal claws shot out from his fist.
“They call me Wolverine.” With that he retracted his claws and looked back at the road. Not saying another word until they reached their destination.
It was still dark when they arrived at a grand mansion. They stood on the doorstep of the expansive building as Logan angrily knocked on the large door. Within seconds the door was answered by an ape-like man, covered from head to toe in blue fur. Charlie's deep blue eyes grew wide with amazement. Logan, on the other hand, was unfazed by the anomaly of a man standing before them.