War of Hearts II // Logan Howlett

Chapter 2

I knocked softly on the door to Charles office, bidding a hello nod to Gen who was walking down another hallway, a little green plant in her hand. Tink rode happily on her head, commenting on the pot.

The door opened, the woman standing a few inches in front of me. I wasn't often used to being taller than someone, not even Gen, but this newcomer stood a couple inches shorter than me. I could hear the soft breathing through her mask as I looked beyond her to Charles who sat behind his desk.

"Professor? Do you have a moment?" I asked, hand resting on the door. Charles nodded and came out from behind his desk.

"What is it, Alice?"

"We have a problem with Logan and Wade."

The woman in front of me let out a small huff, rolling her eyes. She walked past me muttering something about not being able to keep his mouth shut.

"Oh dear," Charles sighed, following me as we all made our way back outside. The sight we were welcomed with was one I will never forget.

Logan had Wade impaled and shoved into the concrete below, a few of Wade's glove covered fingers laying off to the side. Remy pranced around them, calling out WWE fighting scores, a card laced in red energy flying from his hand here or there.

"Logan! Remy!" Charles bellowed, causing the two men to freeze. Judging from the sheer immediate stillness, Charles was doing a lot more than just talking. Wade's head snapped in our direction, still stuck in place due to Logan's claws.

"Hel, if you planned on putting a ring on it, you're going to have to wait," he joked, raising his two fingered hand. The small woman, Hel, rushed over to him after picking up the remaining fingers from the ground. She tapped Logan's shoulder.

"You mind?"

Charles released his hold on the two men, Logan finally able to move. He removed his claws from Wade before backing away. With a brief tight lipped smile, Hel grabbed Wade's nearly shredded suit and lifted him into a standing position.

"Hel, you really are my knight in shining--" Wade's voice wavered ever so slightly. She seemed to be the only one that Wade actually somewhat feared.

Good reason too, as she slammed him into the nearest wall.

"I recommend that you shut up," her voice was a low growl full of warning, enough to make me take a step back and clamp my mouth shut.

"--got it," Wade squeaked.

She grabbed the nape of his mask and pulled it up just high enough to show his mouth. I raised my eyebrows, surprised at the sight underneath. The skin was the equivalent of burned, complete with deep crevices.

"Open," the woman ordered. He only pressed his lips together. "Wade, open your mouth before I cut a hole in your cheek."

Damn.

He obliged, and in return, she stuffed one of his dismembered fingers in his mouth. She forced his mouth shut, the finger between his teeth.

"You are gonna sit here with that in-between your teeth until I take it out, and if it falls out, I'm going to make you swallow it. Got that?"

"She's got some spunk," I mumbled to myself, seeing a little bit of Rush in her actions. Wade nodded his head so fast he looked like a hula girl bobble in a NASCAR vehicle. The woman dropped her hands and spun around, sighing deeply. Running a hand through her hair, she addressed Logan.

"Whatever the idiot said, I'm sorry."

Logan hesitated, just as surprised as the rest of us. "Yeah... well... you took care of him okay."