Hold Tight [Hugh Jackman! Logan! x Reader]

.:FIFTEEN:.

~Logan's P.O.V.~

(Y/N) was about to finish her story when she suddenly jumped up, looking out towards the exit of the broken down wall of the building. At first, I didn't understand what she was looking at but I immeditely understood when a large group of heavily armored men swarmed into the building.

"There they are!" I heard one of the men say.

"Well, shoot them already!"

My gut told me to take the bullets and destroy everyone but my heart, brain and body told me to get (Y/N) safe. I turned to (Y/N) who had unsheathed her claws and pulled her hair back, revealing her beautiful skin that was being threatened to be torn up. (Y/N) sprang out into the crowd and tore it up from the inside out.

"Logan!" I heard Jordan call out to me. I looked over to her and she had her pole in her hand and her bag of skittles tied to her waist. She's so stupid.

Get (Y/N) to safety! Jordan mouthed to me.

No! She's fine! Let her have some fun for a change, I replied over the loud sounds of firing and (Y/N) tearing apart flesh.

You're an ass hat you know, Jordan gave me an irritated look.

I unsheathed my claws and looked to Jordan. "Yeah," I say, sheathing two of my claws to form a 'middle claw', practically flipping Jordan off. "I know."

I could hear Jordan gasp out of mock surprise but her feelings were the least of my worries. I have some bitches to send back to hell.

Jumping into the fray, a cold grin grew over my face; I haven't done this in awhile, and I must say, it's good to get some exercise.

"Burn in hell, mutant!" One of the armed men screamed, pointing his gun towards me. I sliced off the barrel off the gun before his head quickly followed. Three more armed men quickly took his place, shooting at me. I could feel the thick bullets landing in my skin, tearing through the fragile tissues and making me bleed. I snarled before gutting two men and slicing the third's neck.

"Get him!" Someone one shouted. Suddenly, I was surrounded on all sides, with an uncounted number of bullets being shot towards me. I just shrugged and started killing them all, ripping through their Kevlar armor and mechanical weapons with ease. I was a whirlwind; as soon as I stabbed one person two more took their place and soon they were gone, too. Eventually, I began building a small mound of bodies, which at the top I stood and let the others climb up to meet me. Some slipped on blood and mangled limbs, falling so it was harder for the people behind them to keep their footing.

"LOGAN!" (Y/N) yelled, running up to my pile. "They have a helicopter! Where's Jordan?!"

"I-" Grunt. "Don't know!" Someone's head flew off. "I haven't seen her since everything started!"

"I have to find her! She know how to take out a helicopter from the ground!"

"How the hell does she know all of this?!" I basically screamed, massively frustrated. This was honestly becoming a little too much. Jordan was unstable, a wild card I couldn't control. I bet even (Y/N) couldn't even control her when it really matters. She was more of a freak than we were.

If she was a danger to (Y/N), she had to go.

(Y/N) climbed her way to the top of the mound, face splattered with thick blood and hair going everywhere. Her eyes were determined, determined to survive. "Jordan's parents were in the military. She was basically raised as a child soldier. But-WATCH OUT!" She shrieked the last part, making me duck and spin, stabbing some fucker in the stomach.