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Some Time in October [open]

Logan set down his armload of wood, settling the cut logs atop the shoulder-high stack to dry. Brushing dirt and wood slivers from his hands, he leaned back to survey the overcast sky. Northwestern woods were temperamental at this time of year, and while a cold drizzle wouldn’t do him any lasting harm, topping his stockpile with wet wood would only be asking for trouble.

A strong breeze shook the treetops all along the little valley, pulling darker clouds over the horizon into view. That settled it.

Logan pulled a heavy tarp over the wood stack, kneeling down to secure it. Halfway through the motion, the man paused, his head turning slightly. The breeze had not quite passed, but there was no mistaking it. Something had stirred in the woods behind him.

Slowly, casually, Logan stood and made his way around to the door of the cabin. He stepped into the shadowy interior and quickly reappeared, the long dark barrel of a hunting rifle preceding him. Silently, he crouched at the corner of the cabin and began to scan the woods.

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Some Time in October [open]

Logan set down his armload of wood, settling the cut logs atop the shoulder-high stack to dry. Brushing dirt and wood slivers from his hands, he leaned back to survey the overcast sky. Northwestern woods were temperamental at this time of year, and while a cold drizzle wouldn’t do him any lasting harm, topping his stockpile with wet wood would only be asking for trouble.

A strong breeze shook the treetops all along the little valley, pulling darker clouds over the horizon into view. That settled it.

Logan pulled a heavy tarp over the wood stack, kneeling down to secure it. Halfway through the motion, the man paused, his head turning slightly. The breeze had not quite passed, but there was no mistaking it. Something had stirred in the woods behind him.

Slowly, casually, Logan stood and made his way around to the door of the cabin. He stepped into the shadowy interior and quickly reappeared, the long dark barrel of a hunting rifle preceding him. Silently, he crouched at the corner of the cabin and began to scan the woods.

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Some Time in October [open]

Logan set down his armload of wood, settling the cut logs atop the shoulder-high stack to dry. Brushing dirt and wood slivers from his hands, he leaned back to survey the overcast sky. Northwestern woods were temperamental at this time of year, and while a cold drizzle wouldn’t do him any lasting harm, topping his stockpile with wet wood would only be asking for trouble.

A strong breeze shook the treetops all along the little valley, pulling darker clouds over the horizon into view. That settled it.

Logan pulled a heavy tarp over the wood stack, kneeling down to secure it. Halfway through the motion, the man paused, his head turning slightly. The breeze had not quite passed, but there was no mistaking it. Something had stirred in the woods behind him.

Slowly, casually, Logan stood and made his way around to the door of the cabin. He stepped into the shadowy interior and quickly reappeared, the long dark barrel of a hunting rifle preceding him. Silently, he crouched at the corner of the cabin and began to scan the woods.

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"Who said I’d give you time to waste the shot on him?” Logan asked, rolling his shoulders and filling the clearing with a series of metallic pops as his cervical vertebrae loosened and re-settled.

A shift in his weight moved Logan’s frame to block the leader’s line of sight to the boy on the ground. Another, much quicker shift sent dried leaves and soil into the air, and Logan towards the goon with the gun.

The forest air rang with the harsh sound of metal on metal, then the dull thump of the gun falling to the ground, soon followed by the wet plop of a trigger finger, its associated knuckle, half its neighbor, and a lone thumb.

Logan sprang back to stand guard in front of the kid, both sets of claws drawn fully, one set covered in blood.

"I ain’t askin’ again." He said, staring down the rest of the pack with dangerous eyes.

Gail ran through the woods as fast as he could. "Kid c'mon don't play hide n' seek!" Came a voice. Another laughed. He could hear their cackles, like a pack of mad hyenas. Whoever the Pack targeted were captured and brought to the Collector. Like poached animals. A sick mans collector items. And right now the young brunette was seeing himself on a mantel by a fireplace. Gulping, he ran faster. "I need a miracle." He mumbled only to slam suddenly into something big head on with an 'oof!'

Logan, preoccupied with listening for whatever the fuck it was that had sent all the game for the next 50 acres to hiding, caught noise of someone rushing through the underbrush with only a half-second to turn and face them before catching their skull with his sternum.

The mutant got over his surprise quickly however, and used the momentum of the impact to turn and shove his would-be assailant to the ground. One of Logan’s large forearms held firmly against the attacker’s collarbone kept them pinned in place. His other hand raised in a fist, sleek metal claws extending to hover a centimeter from the stranger’s nose.

"Give me one reason.” He growled.

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While Logan's grip on the kid did not loosen, Jesus Christ it was some goddam kid, his hard gaze was diverted from the boy's at the sound of other footsteps behind him. The slime in the newcomers' voices sent a growl rumbling through the man's chest and Logan glared at the boy below him.

"Don't go anywhere."

With that, Logan got to his feet turning to face this new set of would-be assailants.

"Listen ugly, I've been out here hunting all night and I'm most likely going back hungry 'cause of you. I ain't exactly feeling patient, but I'm a nice guy," Logan's voice practically oozed with menacing sarcasm. "So I'm gonna give you five seconds to go fall off a cliff somewhere in the woods, or you'll be the ones missing limbs."

Gail ran through the woods as fast as he could. "Kid c'mon don't play hide n' seek!" Came a voice. Another laughed. He could hear their cackles, like a pack of mad hyenas. Whoever the Pack targeted were captured and brought to the Collector. Like poached animals. A sick mans collector items. And right now the young brunette was seeing himself on a mantel by a fireplace. Gulping, he ran faster. "I need a miracle." He mumbled only to slam suddenly into something big head on with an 'oof!'

Logan, preoccupied with listening for whatever the fuck it was that had sent all the game for the next 50 acres to hiding, caught noise of someone rushing through the underbrush with only a half-second to turn and face them before catching their skull with his sternum.

The mutant got over his surprise quickly however, and used the momentum of the impact to turn and shove his would-be assailant to the ground. One of Logan’s large forearms held firmly against the attacker’s collarbone kept them pinned in place. His other hand raised in a fist, sleek metal claws extending to hover a centimeter from the stranger’s nose.

"Give me one reason.” He growled.

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"It ain't good." Logan replied, stepping around the woman to open her driver's side door and peer at the gauges. His frown faded a bit at what he saw and the man straightened.

"But... you might just be lucky..." He said, gesturing to the stranger to wait. Logan returned to his truck and spent several moments digging through the myriad pieces of equipment, clothes and fast-food remains that littered the back seat of the vehicle before emerging holding in one hand a plastic container with a very manly-looking label, all red and silver with sleek embossing, and a manual car jack in the other.

Logan handed the woman the container, then knelt to begin to position the jack. "If this doesn't work, then more's broken than this fix would hurt."

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Kate watched and waited as he looked over the car, although she had a feeling from his contemplative frown that it wasn’t an obvious fix.

Ah, right, servicing. Her neutral expression contorted into a somewhat guilty cringe as she thought over her care (or lack thereof) for her convertible. She did the basics, kept it clean, filled it with gas, even got new tires once. But the actual internal affairs of the vehicle never much came to her mind. She vaguely remembered a conversation with her father

'Don't forget kate, that car of yours is going to need to be brought in for an oil change soon. I didn't buy you a car just to have you drive it into the ground!' 

But of course, she never did.

"Yeah, um… I haven’t. Is that bad? How bad is that?" She asked, as she leaned in to stare at the mess of machinery of which she couldn’t make heads or tales. 

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"I like your hairstyle. It's kind of has the shape of a wolf."

"Well, that's the first time I've heard that one. 'You always comment on strangers' hair?"

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Gail ran through the woods as fast as he could. "Kid c'mon don't play hide n' seek!" Came a voice. Another laughed. He could hear their cackles, like a pack of mad hyenas. Whoever the Pack targeted were captured and brought to the Collector. Like poached animals. A sick mans collector items. And right now the young brunette was seeing himself on a mantel by a fireplace. Gulping, he ran faster. "I need a miracle." He mumbled only to slam suddenly into something big head on with an 'oof!'

Logan, preoccupied with listening for whatever the fuck it was that had sent all the game for the next 50 acres to hiding, caught noise of someone rushing through the underbrush with only a half-second to turn and face them before catching their skull with his sternum.

The mutant got over his surprise quickly however, and used the momentum of the impact to turn and shove his would-be assailant to the ground. One of Logan's large forearms held firmly against the attacker's collarbone kept them pinned in place. His other hand raised in a fist, sleek metal claws extending to hover a centimeter from the stranger's nose.

"Give me one reason." He growled.

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Logan squinted at the engine, bracing his broad hands on the car to lean forward and inspect the compartment itself, the coolant level, and so on. Locating the dip stick, he reached in and withdrew the long strip of metal, revealing a narrow inch of brown oil at the tip, well below the twist that marked the minimum required level.

"When was the last time you got it serviced?" He asked, threading the dipstick back into its compartment and standing straight. Road dust and errant spots of grease painted his fingers, which Logan absently rubbed on his jeans before wiping rainwater from his face.

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"Broken. I don’t know, I don’t do cars. But I just filled it up at my last stop, so not out of gas." Kate wasn’t an idiot of course, she knew that late at night in the middle of nowhere she couldn’t entirely put her guard down just yet, but she was quite relieved to see that he seemed genuinely concerned, and she did not suspect any harmful intentions from him.

She decided she could trust him, so with that concern out of her mind, she stepped towards both him and the car and pointed to the engine. “Can you see anything wrong with it?” As she spoke she pulled out a flashlight, illuminating through the rain. 

"It’s an old car but this stuff was all replaced when I got it. The engine and everything should be all new,” She was honestly at this point feeling nothing but frustration. Wet, cold, tired, she didn’t have any information helpful to provide him, and she wasn’t in the mood to brainstorm possibilities herself.

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Logan pushed his coat collar up against the rain and approached the little car, looking it over for obvious damage.

"So, what happened?" He asked, glancing up at the woman. "'You just outta gas or is it actually broken?"

Jesus, the more he looked at her the more he regretted stopping at all. Women this pretty were always trouble... Whelp, he'd gone and stopped. The least he could do was get her a tow truck

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Kate looked over at the man as he stepped out of his truck. Big guy, serious looking, admittedly even she had pause about someone like that being alone with her on the side of a back-woods road, but she relied on her insticts- and his concern seemed genuine. Not to mention that even though it was always a struggle- she’d handled men just as daunting over the years of her chosen ‘career’ path.

"Yeah, I’m fine," she called out, as she wiped her now-wet bangs from her face. "But my car’s seen better days. I’ve got a tow truck coming but you know how they are, it’ll be at least half an hour." 

Help was help, she reasoned, and maybe this guy knew car stuff. She would rather not sit in the rain for upwards an hour. 

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"Nah, I'd ruin my reputation for being a surly, cranky old loner." Logan joked.

"What can I say, I'm a heathen." He said, gesturing to the bottle. "Unless you're worried about cooties."

"Y’know if you rather Ah hang out with you instead, all you had t’do was ask, Logan.” Marie chuckles, poking his side lightly to tease him. 

She shrugs, her eyes focusing on the sunrise. That was one of the good things about Logan    he knew when to ask questions, and when to just shut up and sit down and enjoy the silence. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell him what was going on. Sometimes, there just wasn’t a lot to talk about, no real logical reason for why you’d feel a certain way. It just happened, and he went with the flow (most of the time anyway), and that was one of the reasons he was an excellent drinking partner. “Should Ah get you a glass? Or are y’just drinkin’ it from the bottle.”

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i wonder what it said

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