Trouble
Logan Howlett x Reader
Summary: You were on the run; trying to lay low and out of trouble until you find a bar and meet a certain someone in a cage fight.
Word Count: 1.5k
People gathered around the cage fight that was about to begin.
You watched as people were passing money back and forth, placing bets on the two men standing across from each other.
One of the men brought a cigar up to his lips, taking in a long breathe before blowing smoke down towards the ground.
He barely acknowledged the man standing across from him; despite the fact that he was almost twice the size of him and clearly itching for a fight.
The man finished off the cigar before flicking it onto the ground. As he looked up, his eyes locked with yours for a short moment.
You felt your chest tighten as you quickly looked down, not wanting to be acknowledged by him or anyone in this place.
When you looked up the fight had already started. You watching the other man land a punch to his face, causing you to flinch from how hard that hit was.
The man didnât move an inch, barely reacting to such an intense blow.
He let out a grunt, his bottom teeth revealing themselves and he stepped forward.
His arm swung so quickly you almost missed it before his fast smashed into the cheek of the other man.
It took only a few seconds for the man to hit the floor; already knocked out from the hit.
The screams and shouts from around the cage filled the room and the ref announced the winner.
You turned around and walked over to the bar instead, noticing the bartender cleaning glasses in preparation for the crowd to come over and start drinking.
âWhat can I get ya?â He asked, barely looking up at you as you took a seat to in the corner.
âOh nothing for me, thanksâ you replied quickly, knowing you had no money to afford even a glass of a beer.
People started to gather around you, ordering drinks left and right as they complained about the fight.
You heard men grumbling over the fact that this man keeps winning every fight.
The man from the cage walked through them, ignoring their complaints before taking a seat next to you.
Your heart rate picked up as soon as he sat down, wishing he wouldâve sat somewhere else instead.
He glanced over at you, giving you a small smile as though he sensed your anxiety.
You didnât even get a chance to smile back before he took a swig of his whiskey and looked across the bar instead.
âThat was fucking bullshit out there! I know youâre one of themâ a man yelled in disgust, shoving the man next to you.
He continued to ignore him and drink his whiskey before the man knocked it out of his hand, the glass shattering on the ground in front of you.
You were already getting up, prepared to leave quickly.
âGood choice getting away from this.. mutantâ the man remarked before spitting on the ground in front of the mutant.
You scoffed at the man, uninterested in any opinion that came out of his mouth.
The man began to step towards you, clearly unhappy with your reaction.
He barely took a step towards you before the mutant stood up, blocking his way and shooting him a nasty glare.
âTry and make meâ the mutant replied, raising his brows in an attempt to provoke him.
The man raised his hands before the mutant grabbed his shirt, pushing him back against the wooden pillar behind him.
His other arm raised as his fist lined up to the manâs neck, three claws slowly coming out of his knuckles and grazing the manâs neck.
You breath lodged in your throat as you took a step back.
âHey! You take that shit outside!â The bartender yelled, as if he has dealt this this many times before.
The mutant didnât look back before slowly retracting his claws, giving the man a shove before fixed his jacket and stepped back.
The man snarled at him as he began to walk away, clearly wanted to say something else.
The mutant turned around to look over at you. âYou alright?â He asked, his voice was low and gentle; not at all what you had expected after witnessing all of that.
You nodded quickly before reaching down to grab your bag, wanting to quickly get out of here.
Although you were getting so sick of running, it was clear to you that this was not the place to lay low.
You watched the mutant let out a sigh, worrying that he had scared you.
A feeling of regret came over you as you wished you didnât look so keen to get away from him.
You reached out gently to touch his shoulder and give him a thankful smile.
For only a split moment, it seemed like his eyes lit up at you before he watched you walked out the door.
The cold air hit you immediately, urging you to turn back inside for some damn warmth.
Your teeth chattered as you took your first step forward, ready to walk down the road and find the next place you could stay at for a while.
As you neared the road you heart footsteps approaching you from behind.
You quickly turned around to see the man that was going after the mutant earlier.
âWhere do you think youâre going, sweetheart?â He slurred, the alcohol on his breath lingering in the air as he spoke.
You immediately took a step back, rolling your eyes at him.
âPiss offâ you muttered, ready to turn around before he grabbed your shoulder; his fingers pressing into your skin.
âI suggest you take your hand off herâ the mutant growled, walking up behind the man in front of you.
The mutant grabbed the manâs shoulder and pulled him, hauling his body onto the ground.
The man landed on his back, letting out a grunt as he hit the floor.
The mutants claws revealed themselves from his knuckles and he stared down, warning the man to back off.
The man stood to his feet slowly, looking over at you as if you were the one who ticked him off.
He let out a huff before turning around, realising there was no chance he was winning against this mutant. He shot a glare at the mutant, wishing he could take him on in some attempt to gain back his pride.
You watched the man walk into the bar before you looked up at the mutant, feeling grateful that he had intervened.
âThank you for thatâ you said quietly, still feeling unnerved by everything that was going on.
His claws drew back into his knuckles before he looked over at you, giving you a nod.
âIâm Loganâ he shared, waiting for you to introduce yourself.
âUh, Iâm Y/Nâ you replied softly, finding it difficult to look him in the eyes.
âWhere are ya headin?â He asked.
âHonestly⌠I have no ideaâ you sighed.
He looked at your curiously, almost as though he was trying to read your mind.
There was no chance you were going to tell him you were on the run. You didnât need anyone else involved in your shit.
âI can give you a ride to the next town if you needâ he offered; his voice being gentle whenever he spoke to you.
He watched your face as you hesitated, a part of you wanted to say âyesâ although you hadnât trusted a single person in such a long time.
âHow far is it?â You asked, still debating on what you were going to do.
âA few hours, give or takeâ he answered quickly.
You let out a long breath; you really didnât have any chance walking if that was the case. It was going with Logan, or freezing to death on the side of the ride.
â..okayâ you replied softly, your eyes drifting down to the ground.
He gestured for you to follow as he walked over to his truck, opening the side door for you to get in.
You have him and quick thank you before lifting you back into the passenger seat and getting in.
He began driving down the road for what felt like ages before you decided to speak.
âSeriously thank you for doing thisâ you announced, wanting to show him your gratitude.
He responded with a smile, his eyes softening as he glanced over at you and then back toward the road.
âDoes it hurt? When they come outâ you asked curiously, gesturing towards his knuckles and the claws that came out.
âEvery timeâ he replied, flexing his hands for a short moment as he kept his eyes on the road.
âSorry for all the shit you must deal withâ you said. âI guess a lot of people donât like you guysâ you added, feeling sorry for him.
âThey ainât all badâ he replied, giving you a grin.
You let out a chuckle as you looked down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs.
You felt oddly connected to him already; safer than you had felt in months. Maybe youâd stick with him a little longer.
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