Chapter 5- Keep Rollin’
Meanwhile it as getting dark. Wolverine walked over to the light elevation of the earth, shielding his hand protectively from the harsh red sunlight coming from the read-gleaming horizon.
“I’d say we better get back ’omorrow. Sun’ll be down in a couple of minutes” with what he descended his hand back to her origin position, the clinched fist near his waist.
Lynx had never noticed it before, but now she remarked it. Wolverine was never at ease. There was always something that seemed to pain him, to capture him within a house of inner agony, her eyes rested on his clinched fists, as the man started walking towards back to the house.
Wolverine didn’t notice her glare. He had other things in mind…
Determined to take the tension off the day’s severe session, Lynx tried to demonstrate her skills. She looked down to the white stick that she was holding in her hands. Quickly she threw the weapon into the air. It was spinning quickly, but not too quickly for her, as it arrived at it’s highest point, the girl jumped off the ground, bending instantly backwards as she reached her highest point of the flight, she grabbed the stick with both hands. Her legs were spinning after her, soon overtaking the momentum of her torso to catch her body’s weight and making her stand straight and with the weapon in her hand back on the floor.
“Do you think they’d take me at a circus with this tri…” she started with a broad grin in her face as she looked to her fellow X-Men, but he was already gone.
Lynx sighed somehow annoyed “that’s confidence inspiring” she murmured and headed with quick steps towards the house as well.
After the post-training-routine, Logan had lend her some of his old clothes and she took them thankfully. After all it was a relief to get out of those beer-drained rags, she thought. When she flopped on the couch, leaning comfortably back into the smooth pillows, Logan said something about getting her car and stood up, leaving the room.
Somehow Europe felt awkward in these clothes, it was like something was caught within this material. Maybe it was a certain smell, something which goes under your skin if you were just aware enough to notice it. She buried her face in the sweater, apparently too wide for her tiny frame, nevertheless she wore it. Now inhaling deeply to make out what this certain smell was.
Somehow she knew that she had never smelled this before. Her eyes peeked up to Logan again who had just came back, was it possible, that someone was filled so much with a certain feeling that this emotion can manifest itself in a smell? Europe still tried to figure and when she closed her eyes, she thought to feel the answer… deep inside of her soul she thought for a minute to understand a little part of the mystery that surrounded her mentor and teacher Logan.
From one second to the other, she felt this huge weight crawling back upon her heart, making it difficult to breathe for her.
Sitting up in her seat, she tried to shake it off, but it wouldn’t go away. ”Logan?” she looked up, uncertain if she’d get an answer from him, unsure if he even noticed her at all.
“Huh?” his head appeared from behind the counter “What is it, kid?”
~Wow~ she thought. His rough voice was calming her after all. “I …um… do you still want to know why I was in that bar?” she played nervously with the sleeve of Logan’s old shirt, but not lowering her eyes. Europe was waiting for an answer.
Look, kid…” Logan stood up and put his hands resting on the counter “Whatever ya do, it ain’t ma business and ya’re old enagh to do whatcha want… but” he lifted one hand and dusted his other arm off “…whatever it was, ya betta didn’t do it f’r that speed demon back at the Brotherhood”
Busted.
Europe’s entire world started shaking: At this moment, she should decide if she was to go insane because of that guy or if she choose to live.
She was still looking at Logan, the very man whose bones were merely unbreakable, but who was suffering so much with his heart and his soul that it would be enough to cover five men’s suffrage.
Europe didn’t wanna be like that. As much as she admired Logan for all that he was, or all that he seemed to be, she wanted to get through this. For the first time in months, she formed the word with her mouth, as if she was about to open Pandora’s box. Cautiously, it was barely more than a whisper, but she said it… “You mean…Pietro?”
“That’s the one I meant, kid” Logan grumbled
“How… how did you know that? … I mean, no one saw us ever …” she questioned.
After all they had been careful, if now everyone had known about them, then they could have acted an entirely different way and maybe… Maybe things had turned out otherwise.
“How do ya think I know?” Logan pointed to his nose. Europe almost smiled, “I ain’t havin’ ma’ eyes everywhere but I can smell ‘im! Now let’s go n get ya ride!”
“Duh!” Europe felt the desire to bang her head against the wall “There’s no way of keeping Logan out of anything! Of course he had known it all the way… he could smell him”. Now she felt sorta awkward. She didn’t know if this changed anything between them.
Them here could mean Europe and the X-Men or Europe and Logan, why would he advice someone he knows has something to do with the brotherhood? After all, it was not clear yet that if Europe would come back to the mansion, that she would rejoin her old team the X-Men or if she would join brotherhood instead.
Logan had his reasons of keeping her with him. There was more that could be said right here and right now so he would wait.
Europe was the key to something, something that Logan was seeking and sooner or later, she would open the gate that held him out of his only desire: revenge.
The two of them left the house and walked over to the garage.
Europe was looking under the opening gate, curious to see what kind of vehicle they would be ridin’ in.
“Ohweee!!” she exclaimed as she saw the blue Kawasaki ZX-Ninja standing right in front of them. Peeking over her shoulder, she grinned at Logan.
“Something wrong?” he leaned over to her, narrowing his eyes.
“Nothing!” she shook her head with what she ran to the cycle and jumped on the seat.
“Looks like someone’s got a thing for motorcycles!” Logan said following her.
“Can I ride?” she dared to ask hopefully but Logan just walked past her, “Of course...” He replied, looking for something behind the corner. “Really?” Europe rose her brows amazed “…NO!” he completed. “Should’ve known!” she rolled her eyes and slid back to the passenger’s seat.
Soon they were blasting along the street which would bring them downtown. At first, Europe had liked Logan’s way of driving, squeeking tyres, speeding up before dangerous curves but after the first time she almost fell off the bike, she felt more like starting to pray for surviving this. She had to clinch her nails deep into Logan’s leather jacket not to get torn off by the centrifugal force.
As they arrived and the cycle stopped, Europe’s eyes went towards heaven “thank you” she whispered, “Somth’n wrong?” Logan quickly turned his head, giving her the evil eye
“Nothing!” Europe jumped off and trembled towards the white Jetta. Logan chuckled, “Young people… they’re aaaall the same!” he thought.