Experiment (Wolverine)

Chapter 2

Alain's shock transformed into fury as he stared at the man as he spoke. "Hey, I think she said leave her alone." The stranger shook Alain by the collar of his shirt roughly.

"Leave me alone, vous brute velue," the fiancé spat.

The man glanced at Amelia, not letting go of Alain's top. "What did he just call me?"

She shrugged and answered: "A hairy brute." The girl studied the man more. It was the same guy that she and Natasha had been talking about at the bar. From the front, she could see two hazel eyes, and a short, untrimmed beard. He was handsome, but in a rugged, dangerous way. Not clean or trimmed.

After a moment he mumbled, "Been called worse..." His attention turned back to the unfaithful partner. "I'll leave you alone as soon as you leave her alone." Now a few people at the dingy bar had looked up at the slight commotion. Amelia drained the rest of her beer, enjoying the show, but worrying slightly if Natasha could see all this.

Alain raised his hands up in an acknowledging gesture. "I understand, bien Monsieur, I understand. I will stop."

The man nodded, seeming to be content that he had scared Alain into submission. He let go of the shirt collar and turned back to go to his seat. As soon as he was out of eyesight, Alain grabbed the now-empty bottle that was Amelia's and swung it at the stranger's head.

Only to have his wrist caught in the other's firm grip. "I don't recommend you do that," the man whispered dangerously. "I'm good at what I do, and what I do isn't good." While the fiancé's hand was above his head, the stranger kneed him in the stomach, making the antagonist curl up, only to retaliate with a blow to the jaw with his free hand. The man staggered back, onto another couple's table, but quickly recovered and charged at Alain.

The fight was being carried away from Amelia now, so she took her chance to slip out of the booth and towards the door, bumping into the barman on the way out. She leaned over and said quietly, "I was never here." Deftly, the woman slipped a few twenty dollar bills into the man's hand. She knew bar fights were trouble, usually the type of trouble that got the wrong types of people involved, so she figured it would be better to leave no trace of herself.

She slipped out of the door and to her motorcycle, the pride of her life. Amelia threw on her helmet and was about to hoist herself on when she heard a familiar voice. "Lionne? Where are you going? Are you okay?" her friend asked worriedly.

Amelia shrugged. "I'm fine, Natasha. As fine as you could be with the crazy fight going on in there."

Nat nodded sadly. "I hope Alain makes it out okay. I would intervene, but I couldn't do a thing. Plus, some other men are already helping. Are you sure you're alright?" She looked at her friend curiously. Something was wrong. She could tell.

"Yes, Natasha. I'm fine. " No, she wasn't fine. Amelia wanted to so desperately tell her how Alain would hurt her, how he didn't love her, how he was going to betray her. But she didn't. She couldn't. Lionne couldn't break her friend's heart like that.

"Are you sure?"

Amelia smiled slightly. "I'm sure." She revved her motorcyle's engine and sped off.

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Amelia didn't know how long she drove. All she knew was that, one minute, the moon was out, and the next minute, the sun was rising. A small smile found it's was onto her lips as she looked at the beautiful colors thrown across the sky. The Canadian maples dotted the landscape around her, and their vibrant fall colors were blended together as she whirred past them. Those two things together made the morning perfect.

Until her gas light came on.

Lionne was out on open road, and there were no exits anywhere to get gas. Eventually, she steered her bike to the side of the road as it chugged to a stop, completely out of fuel.  "Noooo...." she groaned. Not now. Not after the night she just had. Not with no one here. The girl hopped off and kicked down the kickstand, then she ripped off her helmet. Leaning against her bike, she sighed.

And she waited.