X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ The Beautiful Assassin ❯ Things Get Wild ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Part II : Things Get Wild



Somewhere in Canada

The cold winter air biting at Logan's face as he races on his motorcycle. It's been four months since the lose of Scott, Xavier, and Jean. The lose of the people he knew was too much to bare. This were people that actually mattered to him, most of all, Jean Grey. The memory of Jean's face as he drove his claws into her still haunts his dreams. So the only way for him to deal with these emotions of guilt and remorse was to ride and pick fights in random bars. Emotions were never his strong point, let alone having to deal with them.
'Yeah, I know I am running away from my problems, my emotions, but I need time to heal my wounds,' he thinks to himself. These emotional wounds hurt more than any physical wound he had to endure. No matter how many fights he would get himself into, putting himself through great amounts of physical pain, could not rid himself from the pain in his soul.
"I need a beer," he grumbles under his breath.

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Priss stares out the window, watching the world pass her by. "We're almost there...are ya okay, missy?" The truck driver asks.
"Huh?...I'm okay, thank you," she replies.
But she was not fine. She has a job to do or she dies, if she likes it or not. Mostly, she hates that she is being force against her will. Either way, she is going to die. What was she going to do? The only thing she can do, complete the task and then face her enemies once and for all.
'And who the hell is this man I am supposed to kill, and how am I going to find him?' She thinks to herself.
She continues to look out the window, when something in the side mirror catches her attention, it was a motorcycle. The person was riding up next to the truck.
'Could this be the man, the one she is after?' she ponders. The biker speeds pass the truck and was soon out of sight. Priss could not catch the man's face. She takes out the photo of a young man. He was military, clean shaven, hair short. Judging by the background, it was at a military installation. Also the man had a Canadian uniform on. 'What did this man do to earn enemies that want him dead.'


A little while later...

"Here we are, missy." The trucker comments.
"Thank you for the ride," she says as she climbs out of the truck.
"No problem, missy." Priss grabs hold of her black leather coat close to her body, making sure not to reveal her physical mutation to anyone. She had done good for a year to hide from the public, so being here out in the open felt nerve racking for her.
She stands there in the snow, the cold night air making her tremble. She looks around for a place to warm up. She soon finds a building in the distance,where there are trucks parked in front of the place.
"Most be a bar," she whispers to herself, "Warm place and a cold beer."
When she nears the bar she sees the same motorcycle that passed her by on the road.
She opens the door to the bar and steps inside, only to find that everyone stops what they were doing and just stare at her. Smoke filled bar was too much for her sensitive nose, smelling the stench of all the drunks proved to be more then she can take. She wiggles her nose and straightens her back and heads for the bar.

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Logan was on his seventh beer and all he could get was a buzz. He grabs his beer and that is when he saw her from the reflection of the mirrored wall in front of him. He can smell that she is a mutant, unmistakable scent. Also seeing that tail swooshing around as if it had a mind of it's own. 'She is definitly a mutie,and an attractive one at that,' he thinks to himself as he studies this female. She had long wavy brown hair that stopped in the middle of her back tied loosely. Her long bangs hung loose to frame her face, light copper streaks ran down her bangs. Her face like a fairy with almond shaped copper eyes. She even had another set of smaller eyebrows in the shape of diamonds above her normal eyebrows. Her lips were warm, full and welcoming. Then, there is her body, she had a body like a mythical nymph.

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Priss realizes that her tail was peaking out from her coat.
"Shit," she says under her breath, as she tucks her cat like tail back under her coat before anyone notices.

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Logan pulls himself back to reality as he sees her walking towards the bar. He was not ready, let alone expecting to see a beautiful woman to walk into a place like this. He may get a little side tracked.

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She sets herself next to a man. She noticed he was the only one that was not starring at her like everyone else was.

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He watches from the corner of his eye as the woman sets down beside him. The smell of lavender fills his senses, calmming him inside.

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The bartender comes up to her, giving her a disgust look. Priss learned to ignore things like that over the years.
"I would like a beer ," she demanded.
The bartender whispers something under his breath as he walks away. As the bartender walks off to get her beer, she looks at the mirrored wall. She sees the man that she sat next to. There was something oddly familiar about the man, as if she had seen him before. She knew she had seen him somewhere in her past, could not put her finger on it. Maybe it was those dark, intense eyes. She studied his unshaven face, he looked so tense. It seemed that something most be troubling this man. It said it all in those dark beautiful eyes.

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Logan looks up at the mirror again to find the woman starring at him. Her copper eyes starring back at him, seem to shift to gold when the lights hit her eyes just right. Her eyes were intense, she was studying him, as if she to had the same fantasy as he did.

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'Shit,' she thinks when she notices that he was returning her gaze in the mirror. She quickly looks down to find a beer bottle in front of her. She felt heat flowing through her face. Was she blushing? 'Nah.'
She shrugs away at that thought. The mysterious hunk stands up and tosses some money on the bar. As he leaves, Priss glances in the mirror to watch him walk away.
'He is a good looking man,' she ponders.
She begins drinking her beer, wondering on how she was to find this man called Wolverine. She hears footsteps behind her, and she did not need her sensitive ears to pick them up. 'Drunks' she thinks as she rolls her eyes.
"Hello cutie," a man's drunken voice comes from behind her. She turns slightly to notice the man had a rough look, but not in a good way.
"What do you want?" She asks the man.
"What do you think I want?" The man asks with a grin full of rotten teeth. She is disgusted by the sight of this man, trying to put a move on her. Priss starts to get up to face the drunk man.
"No, I'm afraid I don't know what you want. Why don't you enlighten me."
"Well, you look like you can use some company," the man says. Priss only rolls her eyes. 'Are all men the same?' she thinks as she squares herself off to the man, ready to pounce at a moments notices.
"I got a job to do, so move out of my way." She starts to walk away, but the man puts out his arm to stop her in her tracks. He shoves up against the bar.
"I'm not asking, I'm telling you, that you will come with me," he says through his teeth, his foul breath proves to be too much for her nose.
"Oh well, I won't"
"What?"
"If I were you, I would back the fuck up, and leave me alone," as she was saying that, she was feeling for her beer bottle that was behind her.
"Woman, do you want..." But before he could finish, Priss finds her half empty bottle. Swings with her left hand gripping the bottle, spilling the beer. The bottle slams into his face and explodes glass everywhere. Priss lets her swing spin her around, her long black coat swirls, exposing her black tail. She takes off running throwing the broken glass on the floor. The man comes running after her. She quickly draws her straight edge katana sword hidden under her coat.
"Come on, take a step, I dare ya," she says motioning with her left hand for him to come over. The man's face twisted with anger, as blood flows freely down his face.
"She's a mutant!" Someone yells out from some where in the bar.
"Fuck," she grumbles under her breath.