Logan (Logan x Female!Reader)

Chapter 1: Hopeless

Logan was passed out, asleep, in the back seat of his limo when the vehicle began to rock. He slowly comes back to consciousness as he hears music blasting and what sounded like a group of men talking. "Fuck." He mutters as he slowly gets up and out of the car. He walks and staggers to the other side of the car to see them trying to stripe his tires.

"Ah, Guys." He mumbles. The men stand up, startled, and one of them aims their flashlight at him as he continues to talk to them, calmly. "Those are chrome plated mugs. You can't strip them." 

"Look at this guy." One of the men mutters to the others. "The plate is flaked out." Logan informs. "Yeah?" One guy said. "You know, this is a lease. No one is going to pay to ride..." Logan started to explain when one of the men shot him with a shotgun, knocking him down.

"Pendejo, Cabron." The leader of the group said as the others began to laugh. Of course the shot didn't kill Logan, thanks to him for being a mutant, it just hurts like hell. He groand then lifts his head up a bit to see the group went to try to stripe his tires again. "Shit." He mutters in pain. (y/n)'s going to be pissed. He thought. Since his healing factor ain't what it used to be, (y/n) has been the one who takes the bullets out of his wound, her being telekinetic has helped alot. She also had to clean up his wounds if he ever came to her beaten, stabbed or shot at. It happens more often than you think.

Logan sighs and slowly gets back up then staggers to the group. "Guys, guys." He said and they jump and look to see he was standing. "What the fuck?!" One of the thugs exclaims. "Guys, seriously you don't wanna do this." Logan warns them and his claws started to come out but stopped halfway.

"Take him out. Fuck him up!" The leader said and one of them comes up and punches Logan. He stumbles back but starts to slice his claws at the men but they back away before the claws could make contact with their skin. He punches back on a few, grabs one of them and throws him away from him. He goes over to another man and stabs him in the arm. The man screams out in pain as Logan tosses him to the side and another man comes up and punches him.

He slices the man on the arm, the man backs away, holding his injured arm, then begins to fire at him. "No, not the car..." Logan shouts as the gunfire continues. He runs over to the side of the car and the bullets hits Logan in the shoulder and his arm. Logan grabs his shoulder when another man comes up to him and knocks him down. "Kick that fool." The leader said and they gather around Logan and began kicking him.

He tries to get up but these guys were being relentless as they kick him or whack him with a pipe. Finally, Logan had enough as his claws come fully out of his fists and he let's out a frustrated scream. He turns around and slices a man's arm off, who had a shotgun. The gun goes off once the arm falls and the bullet hits the car again. "Motherfucker." Logan growls as he gets up and started slicing and stabbing at a couple of men. Then he repeatedly stabbed another man before slicing his throat. Another guy started running at him but Logan stabs him in the head then slices another man in the throat.

The ones that were still alive decided they need to hall ass out of there and got in their van. Logan grabs a pipe and throws it at the van before it takes off, he takes a few deep breathes and looks at the massacre around him. "Shit. Fuck." He whispers, panting, as he goes back to car, pulls out the jackscrew from under the car and shut the door. He gets into the driver's seat and begins to drive away.

He pulls up to the front of a motel where there was an African American woman with curly black hair, a tinge of gray streaks in her hair, and wearing a blue polo shirt sitting at the front desk. She was reading a book but from the way her lips were moving, she was obviously talking to somebody as there was an open door behind the desk with the light on. And she constantly kept looking towards the door, like someone was responding.