ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⤷ ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ʜᴏᴡʟᴇᴛᴛ

.𝟏𝟎

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Scott dashed down the hallway, his eyes scanning for any sign of the disturbance. As he turned a corner, he found himself face-to-face with a mutant whose eyes glowed menacingly. The mutant's bones seemed to crack with an unsettling strength, and without hesitation, she launched a tranquilizing dart straight at Scott.

Scott barely had time to react, raising his hands in a futile attempt to shield himself. The dart hit his shoulder, and a haze began to cloud his vision. Pain surged through him, blinding and intense, as he fought off multiple guards. He struggled to his feet, his vision swimming, trying to focus on the threat before him.

The mutant advanced with relentless determination. Scott's attempts to defend himself grew weaker and less precise, his blasts faltering. The strain of his efforts and the disorientation from the tranquilizer made it increasingly difficult to hold his ground.

A sharp, searing pain struck him again, and he crumpled to the ground. The world around him blurred, and then everything went black.

Lottie, who had been close behind Scott, saw the commotion and rushed to his aid. Her heart pounded as she tried to summon her powers, focusing on the mutant's fear. She reached out, attempting to manipulate the fear of her opponent to gain an advantage. Her hands trembled as she fought to control the mutant's terror.

The mutant, however, was too strong and too focused. With a surge of adrenaline, she turned her attention to Lottie, and a guard pushed her roughly, disrupting her concentration. Lottie staggered, her power faltering as she tried to regain her focus. Despite her best efforts, the mutant's fear remained unyielding, and she was quickly overwhelmed.

A sharp pain in her side made her gasp, and she fell to the ground beside Scott. Her vision swirled, the edges of her consciousness growing dim. As the tranquilizer took effect, her last coherent thoughts were of Logan, and the memory of his warm embrace and the promise of his return filled her fading mind.

Then everything went dark.

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"This is Scott's car," Bobby noted, his voice tight with urgency.

Logan's eyes narrowed as he started the engine with a swift swipe of his claws, the powerful rumble echoing through the garage. Without another word, he sped out, the tires screeching as they hit the road.

The drive was thick with silence, each passenger lost in their own turbulent thoughts. Logan's mind was consumed with worry for Lottie, his thoughts a tangled mess of fear and hope. Amidst the oppressive quiet, he discreetly retrieved a communication device from the radio console, sliding it into his pocket with practiced ease.

"So, where are we headed?" Rogue asked, her voice attempting to cut through the tension.

Logan's grip on the wheel tightened. "Storm and Jean are in Boston. We'll head that way."

"My parents live in Boston," Bobby said from the backseat, his tone mixed with concern.

Logan nodded, his eyes still focused on the road. "Great."

The car raced through the night, the city lights a blur as they navigated the dark roads. Each passing mile seemed to stretch endlessly, but the determination in Logan's expression never wavered.

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Lottie awoke with a groan, her head pounding in rhythmic, painful thumps. Blinking against the dim light, she slowly lifted her head, her vision adjusting as she scanned the cold, industrial room. Her hands and feet were bound to heavy metal chairs, and beside her, Scott sat slumped over, his own wrists chained.