Hold Tight [Hugh Jackman! Logan! x Reader]

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~(Y/N)'s P.O.V.~

I woke up sore and my eyes struggled to keep open. Before me was Logan, naked and sprawled out on the bed with his arm under my waist, holding me close. I looked around for any sight or clue on what time it was but from the looks of outside, it was just barely starting a new day. I slowly got up and looked around again. Sleeping on the floor was Jordan, who had finally found herself a pack of skittle and somehow had only made it halfway through before passing out.

I stood up, still naked and walked over to where our clothes had been drying. Grabbing my clothes, I slipped them on quickly, glad to know I had under wear on again.

"(Y/N)?" I heard Jordan call out.

I turned around and saw Jordan with her eyes open and slowly eating a few skittles. She looked so jacked up it wasn't even funny. It was hilarious. Her hair was in different directions and I'm sure that she was drooling because there was a massive wad of hair stuck to the side of her face. 

"Go back to sleep Jordan, just a few more hours and we can head out," I reassure her.

"You better cover up your mans or I'll have him covered in tar and chicked feathers," Jordan threatened me in a tired tone.

I laughed and walked over to Jordan, placing a blanket on top of her. She fell back to sleep, snuggling her 1 pound bag of skittles. Walking over to Logan, I sat next to him and covered his naked body up.

Logan looked comfortable, honestly, and I wish I didn't have such a problem with sleeping because I would totally rather be in his arms than up and restless. I sigh and kiss him gently on the lips, hoping not to wake him up.

I stood up and stretched, wondering what I could possibly accomplish today. I could just stay here and wait for everyone to wake up, or I could swim, using the bikini Logan tore up, by somehow stitching it back together. I could also scout around the community pool, see if anyone left anything, like cash or--

CRASH!

I looked to where the sound came from and walked outside the community pool. It was still a little dark out, so it was quiet and really difficult for me to see. Once my eyes got adjusted to the darkness, I could see a group of men with weapons looking through the houses. 

There were exactly 5 guys. 

Haha, get it? 5 Guys? Like the resteraunt? I shook my head. I was turning into Jordan, when she's being immature. Gosh she rubs off on my a lot.

Two of the guys had bats with nails that had been hammered into the wood. Two others had pistols, and the last had what looked like a sub machine gun (SMG). I really don't know my guns but I sure as hell know the difference between a machine gun and a sub machine gun. No time to explain.

The two men with the bats had long black hair, I assumed they were twins cuz I really couldn't tell the difference between either them. The two with the pistols were black. One had blond buzz cut hair and the other had a fro. The main man, the guy with the SMG, had  a full head mask, so I couldn't tell what he looked like. I guessed he was the leader, not only because he had to most firepower but because he was the largest and the one who stood out.

I stepped out into view, letting the group get a good look at me. The guys with the pistols raised their firearms at me, threatening to shoot.

"Hold your fire!" The leader called and looked at his men. His eyes reverted back to me and he walked up to me, getting a good look at my features. "Well hello there, princess. What is a girl like you doing out here in our territory?"

"Your territory?  When the hell did you get the right to claim a whole village?" I asked rudely.

"Oh, so we've got a feisty one, eh?" The leader asked. "Too bad." 

Then the leader grabbed a pistol from the other guys and raised it to my forehead, shooting me square between the eyebrows. I fell backwards, hitting the ground. My ears rang from the sudden loud firing of the gun. Must have been a pretty expensive pistol because that had some knockback on it.

I heard the group of guys laugh and slowly begin to walk away. The only thing I hate the most, is people shooting me and leaving me there. I've been through worse than pistol bullets but the only thing I hated about wars was when my squad mates would leave me there after I got shot. I always got back up, but still. It pisses me off.

I stood up slowly, using my knees to hoist up my heavy body. "Hey! Dirtbags!"

The group of guys stopped, dead in their tracks. The only guy with enough balls to turn around was the leader. Typical.

"MUTANT!" The leader screamed before pushing his guys to spread out and take cover.

What did they think I was going to do? Shoot lazers out of my eyes, or grow a pair of hand guns? Damn, boys are so stupid. 

I unsheathed my claws, but something felt weird when I did so. I brought them up to get a good look at them and I then realized that my claws were now metal and nicely cut to make two perfect claws. I examined my right hand and then my left. Is this what I got for doing that experiment? If so, this is badass.

I saw one of the guys with a bat come running over to me as I examined my claws. When I was able to focus my eyesight on him, I pulled back my arm, ran at him and sunk my claws deep in his sides, picking him up. I smiled devilishly as I shoved my claws deeper into his body and then tossed him aside. The other man with a bat came over to me and wacked me in the back; the nails sunk into my skin.

"Gah!" I huff.

I kick back my left foot, sending the guy a few feet back. As he flew, he dragged the bat with him, causing the nails to rip my skin and my clothes al the way down my back. I had to ignore the pain because the two guys with the pistols started firing at me, hitting me in the chest and stomach. 

I ran at one of them and shoved my fist into his chest, my claws reaching to his lungs and puncturing them. I could feel the blood rush into his lungs and hug onto my claws. I pulled out, letting a large amount of blood pour out of the guy's chest. After he hit the floor, and attacked the other one, slicing his throat and leaving him to bleed out. 

The only one left was the leader, who somehow had escaped. I could hear him breathing but I could hear him moving. He was clearly close and hiding. I rounded the corner of a building and the leader stood with his gun pointed at me.

"Don't move or I'll shoot," he threatened.

"Even if you shot me, I'd still kill you," I say.

I stood there, waiting for him to take the shot, but just as I could feel the pressure of his finger on the trigger, three metal claws errupted from his chest and then disappeared. When the leader fell to the ground, Logan stood with blood all over his fist.

"Sup, bub," Logan said.

I raised an eyebrow and then sheathed my claws, letting all the blood drip down my fists. My wounds were healing, but they still healed slow.

"Have fun?" Logan asked.

I shrugged and looked at my ripped clothes. Blood covered my shirt where all the bullet wounds were visible, the several scratches on my back still stung but I could feel them healing, and worst of all, my head and ears still rang. 

"Yeah, tons," I say.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I could've come out and helped you. Even Jordan could've come. Why did you go out on your own?" 

I shrugged and then started to walk back to the community pool. "Come on, it's almost morning and we need to get going." 

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Sorry for the delayed update! CrescentMoon5 and I have been quite busy and haven't had the time to update. My dearest apologies to anyone who is enjoying this and wants more. I will get better at updating regularly!

~MelloAuthor