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Chapter Two:
Wilbur�s Mistake
Rating: R for
bad language (this is Logan�s POV after all) and violence, including a little
non-anesthetic surgery.
Summary: Wilbur
doesn�t turn out to be such a nice guy after all and Logan has to teach him a
lesson.

Alberta,
Canada

Logan�s POV:

Damn, I just had
to get out of there before she came out of the bathroom or I�d be tempted to
toss her over my shoulder, carry her out all caveman like and do incredibly
pornographic things to her in my camper.
Christ, she looks like she�s just a kid, too. Although, that body sure
ain�t a kid�s. Yep, definitely very grown up, a little skinny maybe, but
there�s some definite potential there. I picked her out the minute she entered
that crummy dive � smelling like vanilla and fucking innocence. Not so innocent
as I thought, once her clothes started hitting the floor. I didn�t think she�d
actually go for it when Jack made her the offer. She must�ve been real
desperate for money. Poor kid. I
would�ve offered her a ride, but I don�t trust myself after I got a good look
at her naked. If I wasn�t in such a
hurry to get to the next piece of shit town for tomorrow night�s fight, I
woulda stuck around, picked up someone that looked halfway fuckable, and
pretended it was the little brunette temptress.

Hey, looks like
she found a ride. Guy looks harmless enough. He looks like an accountant or
some other lame ass boring career twerp. That�s probably why she chose him,
�cause he looks like someone a girl scout with attitude could kick the crap out
of. A station wagon? The guy drives a
station wagon? He�s an even bigger dweeb than I thought. Yeah, she oughta be
safe with him. They�re heading north,
too, so I guess I�ll be right behind them. That�s good, just in case I�m wrong
about this moron. Okay, I�m just gonna hang back a little. Don�t wanna be too
obvious they�ve got company. I�ll give �em a five-minute head start.

Fuck! This guy
must think this crappy little back road is the Indianapolis 500 Speedway,
�cause that shitty station wagon is nowhere in sight. I�ve had my foot to the
floor for the past thirty minutes and I still haven�t caught up to them. How goddamn fast is that asshole driving on
this dark, icy road? I hope I don�t find his car turned over in some ditch or
wrapped around a pine tree further up the road. I hope the kid ain�t scared �cause that dweeb decides he wants to
show off. If she�s hurt, I�m gonna gut him real slowly. Well, at least I know
he hasn�t turned off onto another road, �cause there are no other roads. That�s
the one good thing about being out in the middle of bumfucknowhere. Nowhere to go but straight ahead and there�s
no civilization for another hundred miles. Hey, what�s that speck ahead? Looks
like the dweeb�s car. What�s it doing parked?

I pull up
alongside the car to check out what�s what and I notice it�s empty. The
passenger door is also open, so it looks like she got out quickly. So where�s
the dweeb and the girl? I get my answer when I hear a bloodcurd scr scream
coming from the trees. Oh, that idiot had to be kidding. I take off in the direction of the girl�s
screams. That bastard is about thirty
seconds away from having a claw in a very uncomfortable place. I reach a clearing and find the girl pinned
to the ground by Mr. Can�t Keep It In His Pants, whose about to get an
important part of his anatomy sepad frd from the rest of his body.

I literally
pounce on him, yank him off of her and toss him against the nearest tree. He
crumples to the ground as I unsheath all six claws. Damn, I think he�s
unconscious. It�s not gonna be any fun if he�s not aware of what I�m gonna do
to him. I grab him by the front of his jacket, yank him to his feet and shake
him real hard. Hey, asshole, I want you awake for this. Guess he musta hit that
tree harder than I thought cause he ain�t coming around, even though I�m
shaking him hard enough to scramble his pea brain. Just then I notice that the
fucker actually had his fly undone and his dick out � his laughably small dick.
Christ, even if he�d managed to stick it in, she probably wouldn�t have felt
it. The jerk�s also uncircumcised. I sheath all but a single claw and change
that, leaving a jagged wound, but hell, I wasn�t going for neatness and
precision. I drop him back on the
ground and give him a sharp kick in the ass for good measure. Gee, I hope he
regains consciousness before he bleeds to death or that might be embarrassing
for his next-of-kin for him to be found like that.

Satisfied that
I�ve taught him a lesson about attacking vulnerable young girls, I turn to
check on her. She�s shaking and trying
to pull herself together. That asshole had actually gotten as far as ripping
her shirt. Maybe I�ll just go back over to him and slice his dick off
altogether. Lucky for him, I decide to make her my priority. I hold out my hand to help her up. She looks
up at me with wide chocolate eyes that reflect pure naked fear. Crap, she�s
probably afraid of me, too after what she just witnessed.

�I�m not gonna
hurt you, kid,� I tell her in a voice I hope is gentle and calm.

She looks
around, like she�s gonna make a run for it. Hey, taking a jog in the forest at
midnight ain�t a real good idea, honey. Of course, even if she did bolt, I
could catch her with little effort. I
think she realizes that and places a small, gloved hand in my larger one. I
pull her to her feet and still holding her hand, steer her back toward the
road. Okay, she�s not putting up any resistance, that�s good.

�Thank you,� she
says in almost a whisper.

�You okay?� I
ask.

�Yeah. You
arrived before he got a chance to do anything more than cop a feel.�

I think about
those perfect breasts that I got an eyeful of back at the Lion�s Den and
swallow hard. We reach my truck and she gets in on the passenger side
willingly. Good, she�s smart enough to realize this ain�t exactly a
well-traveled part of the country and she could be sitting on the side of the
road until she froze to death. So I guess my warm truck, even with its
apparently psychotic owner, looks the better option. Life really sucks when it
gives you nothing but shitty choices.

We drive for a
while in silence. I steal a look at her out of the corner of my eye. She really
is a cute little thing � all eyes and pouty little mouth that looks very
kissable. Yep, I bet those lips would feel real good suctioned onto mine.

�You don't have
anything to eat, do you?� she asks, finally breaking the quiet.

I
reach over to the glove compartment and pull out a bag of beef jerky. She removes her leather gloves and starts
shoveling it in like it�s the best damn steak she�s ever had, instead of
leathery strips of pure junk. I don�t even know why I bought the stuff, other
than I�m not the Hostess cupcakes eating type and sometimes a person just has
to have a certain amount of junk food available.

�Try
actually chewing it first,� I joke.

�Sorry.
I just haven�t eaten for over twelve hours. Then it was only a McDonald�s
quarter-pounder and the first thing I�d eaten in two days. Reggie, that�s the trucker who gave me the
ride as far as Laughlin City, bought it for me and I was too embarrassed to
tell him I was still hungry.�

Jeez,
the poor kid. That explains why she grabbed the chance to earn a quick hundred
bucks. It�s probably more money than she�s seen in a long time. A cute little
thing like her should be living somewhere in suburbia, in a bedroom filled with
those stuffed animals girls like and worrying about what to wear to the prom �
not dropping her panties on the floor of some shithole �cause she hasn�t eaten
in days. I�d like to kill whoever�s responsible for pitching her out onto the
street to fend for herself.

�I�m
Rogue. Were you in the army? Doesn't...Doesn't that mean you were in the army?�
she asks, pointing at the dogtag hanging around my neck.

It�s
not something I want to explain to her right now, so I simply tuck it under my
shirt � end of conversation about �that�.
Good, she got the hint, �cause now she�s looking back into the camper.

�Wow.�

�What?�
I ask.

�Suddenly
my life doesn't look that bad.�

That�s
rude. So I reply, �Hey, if you�d prefer the road.�

�No,
no. It looks great.... Looks cozy.�

Okay,
that�s better. Don�t go insulting the only mode of transportation within a
hundred mile radius. She�s rubbing her hands together. It is kinda chilly in
here, so I turn the heater upp>

�Put
your hands on the heater,� I tell her, as I reach for her hands, but she jerks
them away quickly.

�I'm
not gonna hurt you, kid.�

�It's
nothing personal. It's just that... when people touch my skin, something
happens.�

�What?�
I ask. My curiosity piqued.

�I
don't know. They just get hurt.�

Well,
there are ways around that, honey. I�m
a creative man, I think to myself, but out loud I simply reply, �Fair enough.�
�When they come out... does it
hurt?� she asks, referring to the claws.
�Every time. So what kind of a name
is Rogue?�
�I don't know. What kind of a name
is Wolverine?�
Is she being sassy with me? God,
she�s adorable.
�My name's Logan.�
�Marie.�
Terrific. Now we both know what to
scream out during sex. Shit! She�s just survived one rape attempt and I�m
thinking with my dick. She�s way too delectable and I�m in big trouble, �cause
I got a hard-on that won�t quit.
I tear my eyes away from her and
refocus on the road. Well, I try to anyway, but visibility is dropping rapidly
as a sudden storm has blown in. We�re gonna have to pull over and wait it out.
I pull us off the road and kill the engine. I better stay in the front cab or I
could end up with a foot in my groin, as she has to make a second escape
tonight from yet another sex-crazed lunatic. She�s so damn cute that I bet Mr.
No Longer Has A Foreskin isn�t the first to try something with her. Well, I
certainly have no intentions on forcing myself on her, not matter how much I
wanna be inside of her. I may be many
things, but in the fifteen years my memory goes back, a rapist ain�t one of
�em.
�There�s an air mattress in the
back.� I inform her.
�Where are you gonna sleep?� she
asks.
�I�ll stay her the the front.�
Hmmm, she seems vaguely disappointed
or maybe that�s just wishful thinking on my part. She goes into the camper and rts rts to change her clothes.
�No peeking,� she jokes.
I adjust the rear view mirror and
shamefully watch her. When she�s down
to nothing but her birthday suit, it takes all my willpower not to join her and
show her all my creative ideas for getting around the skin issue. Luckily for
my sanity she pulls on a pair of sweats, a long-sleeved top and some socks.
Settling down on the mattress she calls out a sweet little good night to me, as
I try to arrange my six foot three inch frame across the short bench in the
front cab. She hears me shifting around attempting to get comfortable and says
something that will prove to be my undoing.
�This is ridiculous. Why don�t you
come back here and sleep, there�s plenty of room on this thing.�
Hey, I don�t need to be asked twice
and in less than ten seconds I�m lying next to her, breathing in the scent of
soft vanilla. To say that things were about to get real restresting is an
understatement.
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It Happened One Night

Alberta,Canada

Logan�s POV:

Alberta,
Canada