A Winter Fire || Logan Howlett

Chapter 35

Turns out that Logan would only be gone for a few hours, and Laura was awake by the time he got back.

Walking outside with Caliban, the woman saw her husband's disturbed face making her frown.

"Logan? What happened? Did something go wrong?" Caliban asked, as the two watched Logan unlock the locks to inside.

"The job was wrong to begin with" Was all Logan said, before storming inside. Caliban turned to Laura, who looked just as confused.

"Do you know what that's about?" He asked her.

"There was this woman who wanted our help, along with a child. But she has people after her, and now that we've made contact with her, they'll be on our backs. I'm also guessing that she was found and killed....i just hope the little girl didn't get hurt or taken" Laura explained, but mumbled the last part to herself.

"Was the boot open before?" Laura heard Caliban ask, making her turn to what he was looking at with furrowed brows.

"No. No i don't think so" She muttered, as she walked towards the open boot and saw an unfamiliar back pack.

Picking it up, the woman brought it to her nose and smelt a familiar smell. It was the smell of the little girl....Laura.

"Logan! Logan!" Caliban yelled, also sniffing the bag.

"What?" The gruff man grunted, looking at the two.

"Who do these belong to?" The pale man asked, watching as Logan walked towards them and took the rubber ball in his hand.

The man looked around, until his eyes settled on his wife's. The look of realisation crossed their faces, but before they could say anything, Caliban spoke up.

"Who's that?" The two turned, and Logan cursed under his breathe when seeing a black SUV driving in.

"Thought you were supposed to see shit coming" Logan said, not looking away from the car and grabbed onto Laura's hand.

"I can track mutants. I'm a glorified truffle pig, not a clairvoyant" Caliban deadpanned, making Laura roll her eyes and turn to the man.

"Go inside and keep Charles quiet. Go, now!" Laura ordered, waving the man off quickly and turned back to the car.

"You should go inside too" Logan mumbled.

"Bite me, James" Laura smirked, feeling her husband squeeze her hand.

The two didn't speak further, as they watched a man get out of the SUV. Laura didn't need to use her heightened sense of smell, to know that this guy was bad news.

"You need to turn around, asshole. This is private property" Logan spat, glaring holes into the man's face.

"Yes, it is. In fact, i believe it belongs to a multinational smelting company...based in Shanghai" The mystery man replied, walking closer to the couple.

"Well, we're putting it to better use then them" Laura spoke up, causing the man to push his glasses down his nose and look at her in shock.

"Oh, wow. As i live and breathe. Nix Howlett. The Snow Leopard. People didn't lie when they said how gorgeous you are, even now" He smirked, causing both Logan and Laura to glare at the man heatedly. When he didn't get a response, he moved on.

"Where are you keeping the old man? Hmm? Is he over there?" He asked, moving his head in the direction of the tank. Logan's hand tensed in Laura's, but the two remained stoic.

"That'd be smart. I'd like to meet him. I'm told the HSA classifies his brain as a weapon of mass destruction now. Damn shame, what happened back east" Hearing this caused Laura to tense up even more, the memories of what happened flashing in her mind.

"He's been dead for a year. Guilt will do that to a person" Laura growled, hoping that the man will take the hint and finally fuck off.

"I need the girl" He suddenly said.

"What girl?" Logan sneered.

"The one that goes along with that ball you're holding" He answered.

"There's no girl here, so why don't you fuck off" The woman growled, taking a step forward in warning.

"I know that you went to the motel" He said, ignoring what the angry woman said.

"Yeah, i was called there. There was no girl. It was just the woman" Logan stated, also taking a step forward.

"Just the woman. Such as she was. So, you saw Gabriela. But you didn't call me. That hurts. You didn't shoot the poor thing, did you?" He asked, gaining a deep growl from Laura.

The woman stepped forward, placing a clawed hand on his chest and slightly dug them into his skin.

"In case you forgot, we aren't the kind to use guns. But if you look in the mirror, you might get your answer. See if that helps, huh?" The woman sneered, digging her claws deeper into his skin. The man grunted in pain, and went to say something but the sound of a yell was heard.

Next thing Laura and Logan see, is a piece of wood smashing on the man's head, knocking him out instantly. Laura stepped back, and looked at the small angry girl in surprise. Quickly she moved out the way, when a metal pipe came hurtling her way, making Logan catch it.

He went to ditch it back at her, but was stopped when he heard Charles.

"Logan! Laura. This is Laura" Charles introduced. The older Laura looked at him and younger Laura in confusion. So her name really is Laura.

"Caliban! Come" Charles called out, as the man stood behind him.

"This is who I've been telling you about. This is Laura. We've been waiting for you. Come, come here" The old man rambled, as everyone watch the small girl start to walk to Charles but she turned to Logan and snatched her bag from his grasp.

The elder couple just watched in confusion and shock, while Caliban walked towards them. Older Laura decided to follow Charles and the girl, leaving Logan and Calian to deal with the unconscious douche bag.

Walking inside, the woman saw that the girl was trying to reach for a box of cereal. Old Laura  grabbed the box, a bowl and a spoon and placed them on the table for little Laura. Charles sat in his wheelchair, and watched the older woman grab the milk from the fridge and walk back to the girl.

"This is who i was talking about, Laura" Charles said, causing both young and old female's to look up at him.

But neither of them said anything, and continued sitting in silence until Logan walked into the kitchen. The man walked to the table, and went to grab the back pack but little Laura quickly stopped him.

"Logan" Charles warned, as he watched the two play tug-of-war with the bag.

"Hey! You'll get it back after i figure out what you and your mother have got us into" Logan growled, still pulling on the bag.

"No, Logan" Charles spoke up again.

"What?" The man spat.

"I think the..." He started to say but couldn't continue his sentence once little Laura got her bag out from Logan's grasp.

The older Laura hadn't said a word, which Logan noticed making him walk over to her and place a hand on her shoulder. The woman shook her head, and looked up at him.

"You okay, kitten?" He quietly asked, looking into her dazed blue eyes.

"Mhm" Was all she said, then looked away from Logan and went back to looking at the girl eating their cereal.

Logan then grabbed a bag, and started walked towards the other side of the room with Charles in tow.

"Logan, the woman you met, that's not her mother" The old man stated, making Logan turn to him.

"So she talks?" He questioned.

"We're communicating" Charles stammered. Logan grumbled under his breathe, then handed Charles his medication which he quickly took.

"We have to get out of here. It's not safe anymore. And you can't have an attack out there, you understand?" Logan said sternly.

"Yes, but this is the mutant i told you and your wife about. She needs out help" He tried to reason with Logan, but the man wasn't having it.

"She's not a mutant" He spat, turning away from him.

"Yes, she is!" Charles protested.

"What's her mutation? Eating? Pipe throwing?" He answered, just as the kitchen started to rumble because of the train near by.

Charles turned to the frightened girl, and started talking to her in Spanish. Whatever he said seemed to calm her down, and she instantly went back to eating.

"Who is she Charles? I can smell something familiar on her. She...she smells like me...and Logan" Older Laura suddenly asked. Charles looked to the woman, and gave her a soft but knowing smile but instead of him answering Logan did.

"Laura, there is no way she smells like us. Your sense of smell is off remember? Has been for a while" This caused his wife to glare at his back angrily, and clenched her fists.

"Yes. Thank you for reminding me that I'm fucking dying, asshole!" She spat, feeling her annoyance rise and for her to almost throw a glass bottle as his head.

What she did notice, was the slightly saddened look on the little girls face. She remembers Charles telling her that the older woman was sick, but she didn't know just how bad the sickness was until now.

Hopefully, it won't be too late for the married couple to know the truth about who the little girl really is.