It was late at night but Logan couldn't fall asleep. As far as he remembered he always had problems sleeping, but since Jean's death, things were getting even worse. He decided to go to town for a drink. After wandering for a while, he finally found a bar still open. He parked his bike in front, lit a cigar and went inside. The place was not too big, but it had a lot of people. Apparently, there also was some kind of event.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for coming here tonight." A woman's voice echoed through the speakers. Logan turned to look at the stage. There was a young woman standing in front of a microphone, possibly in her late twenties, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt.

The melody of "Demons" from Imagine Dragons rang out from the speakers and she began to sing. She had a powerful and angelic voice that could make anybody's jaw drop. Logan turned around and reached for the counter. He paid no attention to her. He was only there to drown his sorrows in a glass of beer, despite knowing it was futile. He was indifferent to everything else going on around him, except what the barman was pouring in his glass.

"What can I get for you, sir?" the barman asked.
"A beer," Logan answered automatically.

The bartender picked a glass and poured beer into it. "Here's your drink, sir." The bartender slid Logan's drink in front of him and noticed that he was staring at the woman on stage. "She's good isn't she?" he asked, trying to make conversation.
"She's not bad," Logan replied. What caught Logan's attentions was the intensity on the woman's face while singing. It was like the song was referring to her own demons. The woman was slowly gaining his attention.
"What kind of demons could a woman like her have?" he whispered thinking of his own.

When you feel my heat,
Look into my eyes.
It's where my demons hide,
It's where my demons hide.
Don't get too close,
It's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide,
It's where my demons hide.

The song ended. "Thank you again, everybody," she said, "Enjoy the rest of your night and I'll see you next week." She disappeared backstage while the whole room was applauding. After twenty minutes or so she came out and approached the bar counter.

"Hey girl, you nailed it!" the barman said when he saw her coming.
The woman stood just beside Logan and he took the opportunity to look at her in detail before she noticed. "Thanks, Josh. I loved it." She said with a small smile in the corner of her mouth.
"Want something to drink?"
"No, I'm ok. I just want to go home. I'm exhausted. Can I have my check please?"
"Yes, sure, wait here…" Josh the bartender walked into the office behind the counter.

Logan was still looking at the woman from the corner of his eyes. "Nice voice," he finally said.
"Oh, thank you!" Usually, she would try to end the small talk here to avoid any uncomfortable situation, but for some reason, she felt comfortable and safe enough talking to him. "Do you come here often?" she asked, trying to get the conversation going.
"From time to time just to get some fresh –"
"Hey, Megan, here you go." Josh interrupted, coming back and giving the woman an envelope.
"Great! Thank you, Josh. See you next week." The woman named Megan turned back to Logan.

She looked at him for an instance, trying to convince herself to stay a little bit longer, but decided that it was better for her just to go home. "Have a nice night," she said and walked away.

Logan's eyes followed her out of the bar. As the door closed behind her he noticed a man dressed in all black also staring at her while he was talking on the phone. Logan sensed something off about him. He listened in to hear what the man was saying.

"She just left. Don't screw it up. Remember we need her alive." The man hung up his phone and left the place.

Outside, Megan started walking along the sidewalk heading for the bus stop and turned into a side road to take a shortcut. The road was deserted and dark, but she was too deep into her thoughts to notice it. She smiled, thinking about the man she spoke with at the bar. He was quite her type. It had been a while since the last time she met a man she felt comfortable around. She started to think she should have stayed or at least asked his name or if he would come again next week.

"So we meet again…" a cold voice came from a couple of meters behind her. At the same moment, two black silhouettes appeared out of nowhere from the front and started approaching.
"One, two…" Megan slightly turned her head to check behind her. "… Three… Shit…" she whispered.
"Are you going to make me use force this time or are you going to be a good girl and just come with me?" the same voice continued.
"Three guys against one woman that is really cowardly. If I were you I will leave her alone." Said Logan appearing just behind the first man.

The man laughed "Look, man, this is none of your business. There's three of us and one of you."

Logan smiled and unsheathed his claws.

"Interesting." The man commented to Logan's threat. Then, he turned to his men. "You two take care of this thing. I will take care of the girl."

The two men stalked towards against Logan as their leader approached Megan. Before the man got close, Megan reached towards her ankles and pulled out two daggers.

"Why are you making things so complicated?" he asked her.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Megan demanded.

She had been trained from a very young age in combat so she was feeling calm and prepared. Especially now that Logan was taking care of the other two, she was confident that she could take care of the man in front of her.
Megan was scanning her adversary trying to anticipate his next move when the man tried to seize her right hand, but she was faster. She retracted her hand and immediately struck back and cut the man's face.

"You little bitch!" he screamed while holding his bleeding cheek. "I had enough of this crap. You are now going to come with me." The man pulled a gun out of his jacket and aimed at her. "So now put down your little toys."

Logan dispatched with the other two thugs quickly. Three claws penetrated the last man's chest, the shock making him pull the trigger. A gunshot echoed through the street. He retracted his claws and let the dead body fall down just to end up facing a terrified woman holding her left shoulder which was covered in blood.

"Shit!" he yelled while catching Megan before she felt to the ground.

She looked in Logan's eyes for any hint on how badly hurt she was, but her vision started blurring. She could feel the blood running down her shoulder, but the pain was too intense for her to understand exactly where the bullet hit her.

Logan laid Megan down and took out his cellphone. "Hang in there. I'm calling for help." He started dialling when he noticed that Megan was struggling to stay conscious. "Don't pass out on me. I need you awake." Logan said in a desperate effort to keep her conscious.

"I'm trying… I…" Megan desperately tried to focus on Logan's voice to stay awake, but she eventually gave up to the pain and collapsed.
"Damn it! Come on, pick up.
Finally, he got through. "Storm, I need your help..."