Wolverine's Girl

Part 22

Logan roared down the streets, the wind whipping through his hair as his motorcycle ate up the miles. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to push harder, to find Emily before it was too late. He had learned through the bar confrontation that the men searching for her were not just thugs; they had resources, connections, and a determination that was deadly.

His mind raced as he recalled the fear in their eyes, the way they had scrambled to leave the bar. They had been desperate, but Logan couldn't shake the feeling that they wouldn't give up so easily. He had to find Emily before they did something unforgivable.

He thought back to the last place she had been seen—a factory on the outskirts of town, known for its heavy security. It was a place that had been abandoned for years, but it was now the perfect hideout for anyone wanting to stay out of sight. As he neared the location, he could feel the tension in the air thickening.

Logan parked his motorcycle a few blocks away, taking a moment to gather himself. He slipped into the shadows, moving with purpose as he approached the factory's perimeter. The building loomed before him, dark and foreboding, its windows boarded up and its entrance heavily guarded.

He scanned the area, noting the security cameras and the guards patrolling the grounds. It was clear this wasn't a typical operation; they were expecting trouble. But Logan wasn't going to let that deter him. He had to get in.

With his heightened senses, he moved stealthily, evading the guards as he made his way around the building. He spotted a side entrance, partially ajar, and slipped inside, his instincts guiding him through the darkness.

The factory was eerily quiet, the air thick with dust and the remnants of machinery long abandoned. Logan crept deeper into the building, listening intently for any sign of Emily. Each step felt like a ticking clock, his heart racing with every moment that passed.

As he ventured further inside, the sound of muffled voices reached his ears. He followed the noise, his gut tightening with dread. He finally found himself at a door marked with a "No Entry" sign. Through the narrow window, he could see the guards gathered around a table, their expressions tense.

"Did you find her yet?" one of them growled, slamming a fist on the table. "We can't let her get away again."

"Keep looking," another replied. "She's here somewhere."

Logan's blood ran cold. They were talking about Emily. He couldn't waste any more time. He kicked the door open, crashing into the room like a storm.

The guards turned, eyes wide with shock. "What the hell—"

Before they could react, Logan lunged forward. His claws gleamed as he swiped at the first guard, sending him crashing into the wall. The others scrambled to draw their weapons, but Logan was a blur of motion, dispatching them one by one with swift, precise strikes.

He fought with a primal fury, fueled by the urgency to find Emily. Each guard he took down only heightened his determination, and soon, the room lay in chaos. He emerged victorious, breathing heavily, the metallic scent of blood filling the air.

As the last guard crumpled to the ground, Logan felt a surge of dread wash over him. He had to find Emily, and he had to find her now.

He pushed through the door at the back of the room, leading to a dark corridor lined with flickering lights. He followed it until he reached another door, this one marked with a heavy padlock. Without hesitation, he tore the door off its hinges, the sound echoing through the corridor.

What he found inside made his heart drop.

Emily lay on the cold floor, motionless, surrounded by shattered glass and discarded equipment. A deep sense of horror washed over him as he rushed to her side, kneeling down and cradling her head in his hands.

"Emily!" he shouted, his voice raw with desperation. He could feel the warmth slipping from her body, and panic surged through him.

She was pale, her breathing shallow, as if she had fought hard to survive but had been overwhelmed. Logan pressed a hand to her neck, searching for a pulse. It was faint, almost nonexistent, and dread filled his heart.

"No, no, no," he muttered, shaking his head. "Please, Emily. Don't leave me."

He could feel his healing factor kicking in, but it wouldn't work on her. This was different. She needed medical help, and she needed it now. He fumbled for his phone, ready to call for an ambulance, but then he paused, realizing the futility of that move in this desolate location.

Logan leaned closer, trying to focus on her face, willing her to open her eyes. "Come on, Emily. You're stronger than this. Fight! Fight for me!"

He could feel the heat of anger rising within him, the primal urge to avenge her. The men who had taken her would pay for this—he would make sure of it.

As he cradled her, Logan felt a familiar surge of energy flowing through him. It wasn't just his healing factor; it was a bond between them, a connection that refused to be severed. He concentrated, channeling that energy into her, willing her to respond.

"Please, Emily. I need you to wake up. I'm right here," he whispered, desperation spilling from his heart.

But as the moments stretched on, the reality began to sink in. The factory that had seemed so foreboding moments ago now felt like a tomb. He couldn't lose her like this—not after everything they had faced together.

He pressed his forehead against hers, the warmth of his body contrasting with the coldness of her skin. "I won't let them get away with this," he vowed. "I promise."

Just then, a noise echoed from the corridor, breaking through his desperate focus. The guards were stirring; they wouldn't be out for long. Logan's heart raced, his instincts kicking in.

He had to act fast. He carefully lifted Emily into his arms, cradling her against his chest. The fight was far from over, but he wouldn't let her go without a fight.

As he navigated back through the factory, he felt a surge of anger for the men who had put her in this position. They would pay for their actions, but right now, his priority was getting Emily to safety.

With renewed determination, he pushed through the door, ready to face whatever came next. He wouldn't rest until she was safe again, no matter the cost.