| Barcrawl, page 3 Next thing I knew, I was on the roof, waiting for his signal to jump on the unsuspecting jerks below us. I saw Shorty tensing up, and jumped right along with him. Whamm!!! There's nothing quite like the sound of flesh kissing concrete, and my knees only hurt for a second. Really. It only took a matter of seconds to rev our bikes up. From the sound of it, I'd say his had been tinkered with even more than mine had. "Follow me, darlin'!" he shouted. I shrugged as I put my helmet on. Don't laugh. If you ever had to comb out knots caused by riding at 100 mph without wearing a helmet, you'd be pulling one on, too. And bugs. Can you say "bugs"? 'Nuff said. Anyhow, I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I figured I didn't have anything to lose by following him. Hell, with those assholes finding me again this soon, I was probably safer with him. Damn, he was going fast. My bike likes speed, too, but I swear this guy was testing me to see how fast I would dare to go. I was so focused on tailing him that I had lost all track of time and distance by the time we pulled up to a mansion's gate. We could've traveled anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour. Shorty glanced at me as he started punching buttons on a number pad. I lifted up my visor just in time to hear him ask, "So, what's yer name, darlin'? I really doubt it's that name on that license of yours." I looked straight at him, those eyes boring into mine, as if that alone would give him an honest answer. I gave him one, anyway. "I call myself Gypsy." "Call?" he asked, his eyebrow quirked. I shrugged. "I don't know my real name, so why not?" At my quiet response, he spoke just as quietly. "My real name is Logan." As the gates whirred open, he said "Welcome to Charles Xavier's home and school...for mutants." I raised my eyebrow. "Darlin', just trust me that this is the safest place in the world for people like us. You can either bring yer bike inside and stay as long as ya want, or you can leave, and risk running into those creeps twice in one night." With that, he revved his bike up and roared down the driveway. I made up my mind and sped in just as the gate started to close, and I followed him around to the back of the house. It looked like the garage was an underground affair. As I parked my bike next to his, I saw a brief smile cross Logan's face. Come to think of it, the name Xavier sounded...so...familiar... "Logan?" He looked at me. "What name are you called by?" He gave me a look that made me wonder if I had overstepped my bounds. He turned away, and I thought that he wasn't going to answer me. Young idiot, I scolded myself, how dare you start to like this guy, trust this total stranger, when he won't even answer a simple question? How could you get any answers from him when he won't even tell you his nickname, for crying out loud! My shoulders slumped, and I began to wonder how I was going to escape from this veritable fortress... His voice rang out quietly in the stillness. "They call me the Wolverine." The name sent shivers down my spine. "Wolverine" was hauntingly familiar, but the memory eluded me as I followed him inside... ~ On to the next story! ~ ~ Back to Fanfiction ~ ~ Back to the Archive ~ |