X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ The Beautiful Assassin ❯ Mystery Man ( Chapter 3 )

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

Part III : Mystery Man


"She's a fucking freak!" Another man yells out.
"Shut the hell up!" Priss yells out in annoyance. From the corner of her eye, she notices a figure headed towards her. She knew she was in trouble, and these people will kill her. Her body tenses all over, hands tightening around the handle of her sword.
"Sorry, but it looks like the party is over," she says as she heads for the door still facing the men that are slowly moving towards her, as if she was a wild animal. She quickly reaches for the door and uses it to slam a man in the face that came rushing towards her.
"Take that as a warning, next guy that comes near me, I will slice you open," she growls as she threatens the crowd. The man in front of her only smiles back as the other men inch closer. The truth was, Priss did not want to kill anyone, that was the last thing she wanted to do. She had to get out of this place before anymore blood could be spilled. She steps outside closing the door, knocking the door handle off with her sword. 'That should hold them for a little while.' She quickly takes off running.
"Now what?" She asks herself. She heads for the parked big rigs with their trailers to use them for cover, also to buy her some time to get her thoughts together. She cautiously moves around one of the trailers as she keeps an eye towards the direction where the bar was at, making sure that no one was following her. But as she turns the corner, she slams into a dark figure smoking a cigar. She sucks in air from the sudden shock.
"Shit," the mysterious figure curses. She notices the man dropped his stogie. He turns to face her, the shadows were covering his face. Her cat like eyes start to focus on he well hidden face.
"Look what ya made me do, an' a perfectly good..," the man stops talking and just stands there in silence, starring at her. This made Priss feel a bit uneasy, not being able to make out the details of the man's face. Then something catches her attention as well as the man's. She turns around to the sound of an angry mob heading their way.
"Crap," Priss remembers why she was out here. She could hear the man behind her sniffing the air, as if he was smelling something, She turns to look at this man. 'Who is this guy?' she asks herself. He must be feral like her, must be why she was so attracted to his eyes, seeing something familiar in them. The mysterious man finally moves into the moon light to reveal his face. 'It is the man from the bar,' she quickly notices. Now she has to think of a way out of this mess without a full out fight. Then an idea pops in her head, one she had seen many times in movies. 'I hope this works,' she thinks as she grabs the man with haste and pulls him in as she slams her back against a trailer.
"Whoa! Darlin', what kinda guy ya think I am?"
'Great, now he won't shut up,' she thinks as she rolls her eyes.
She then grabs the collar of his leather jacket and pulls him in. "Shut up," she says as she plants her soft full lips against his, pressing hard to keep him from saying anything that can give away her position. As the mob passes by, the man raises his arm to hide her face and opens his mouth and deepens the kiss. Men are all the same, but this man proves to be a very good kisser. The man's tongue begins to explore her mouth, all thoughts of the mob all but vanished from her mind. 'The mob,' she remembers. She turns her head away, she was about to push him before he gets any wrong ideas. But he steps back before she had a chance to react. She turns to face him, looking deep into his dark eyes, feral eyes. He returns her stare with a stun look on his face.
"Ya do know how t' get a man's attention," he says.
"Yeah, well, don't get any ideas," she says as she walks off. Who was that man, she wonders. Too bad she has a complicated life. If he knew who she really was, he would be disgusted. For once she hated who she was, and wished she was a normal person with a normal life, maybe even a family. She stuffs her hands in her coat pockets as she walks along the road. She reminded herself of her job she needed to complete, and maybe start that life she always wanted.
"Hey." The mysterious man calls out as he catches up to her. Priss turns to face him.
"I can't just have a woman walk off alone."
"I can take care of myself," she says in a stern voice.
"I'm sure ya can, but I would hate m' self if I jus' let ya go."
Just what Priss needed, a knight and a white horse kind of guy.
"Look mister..."
"Hey freak!" Comes a yell from the asshole from the bar.
"Shit," was all she could say. The mysterious man comes up to her, shielding her with his large muscular body. "This man botherin' ya?" He asks, Priss only nods.
The man comes up behind them to just stand there. The mysterious man sniffs the air and growls, revealing his teeth. There was something in his eyes that seems familiar. She could see that he was annoyed by this man.
"Hand over the bitch," the man demands.
"Now why should I do that?" He says as he backs away from Priss. His voice was so deep and confident, making her melt inside. The mysterious man turns around to face the other man, still shielding Priss. She never had anyone try and protect her, especially someone that does not even know her. This man did not even know her name.
"Hey, the names Priss," she says softly to the man protecting her.
"It's good t' know the name o' the person I'm protecting," he replies back. She can see every muscle in his body tensing, he lowers his body about a couple of inches. She can fainting hear a growl rumble out of his throat as his hands ball up in tight fists. This man was ready to pounce, like a snake waiting for the mouse to move in front of it before releasing it's attack.
Priss slowly puts her left hand on the man's shoulder.
"The man is not worth it, don't put your self out there for me," she says softly so not to provoke him. Being feral her self, she knows how the beast inside can take over reasoning.
The man loosens up all of his limbs and stands straight. The other man still standing in front of them, gives a dumb founded look.
"Leave this woman alone, bub, before I do hurt you,"
The man looks at the feral for the longest time, then finally turns around to leave. Priss lets out a sigh of release, realizing that she was holding her breath there for a moment.
"Logan," the man says, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"Call me Logan"
"Well, Logan, thanks...but I need to get going," she says as she was about to turn to leave, when another man comes running towards her. She turns to see him charging up to her, but she jumps high into the night sky to avoid the man, causing her to land behind him. She quickly spins around notices Logan already in a fighting stance was about to jump the man.
"I got this," she calls out to Logan.
Logan looks towards her with a cocked eyebrow, but backs off. The man turns, drawing a knife and begins charging her again. She leaps in the air and lands by the man, swirls around and grabs him by the throat. Her claws dig into his skin. Her rage building up in side her, the animal inside her fighting to come out. Her tail twitching around madly. She uses her right leg to kick his legs out from under him, causing him to fall flat on the snow covered ground. She swiftly elbows the man in the face, knocking him out. She straightens her self still standing over the man's motionless body. She turns her head towards Logan.
"Ya were not kidding when ya said ya can take care o' ya self," Logan says.
Priss backs away from the limp body and starts walking away.
"Leave me alone," she says as she walks away.
Priss grabs her coat close to her body to shield her self from the cold winter air.

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Logan stands in the freezing snow, watching as she walks away. Everything in his body told him to go after her, that she is in trouble. But he shakes his head, it was none of his business. He pulls out a cigar and lights it with a match as he lazily walks back towards the bar where his motorcycle is parked. As he comes up to his bike, he pauses for a minute, chowing on his cigar. He growls at himself. He turns around, making up his mind to go after her to make sure she was alright. He sniffs the air and soon picks up her scent, lavender. As he starts heading towards the direction where he last saw Priss, something catches his attention. He smells the air again. He was being followed. He snarls revealing his teeth, Logan was on full alert. It always seems no matter where he went, trouble always seemed to follow him. Maybe the trouble followed the woman and he just happened to be in it's path. No matter, he is ready to rumble. He focuses his eyes in the direction where he picked up the sounds, and sure shit, here comes the mob, and leading it was the drunk man he scared off earlier. *Snikt* He yells out as he rushes the crowd.