"This is your idea of an idea?" Logan asks John, clearly skeptical.
"Trying to help you out, Logan." John says. "Dukes don't like you that much and you know it."
"The feeling's mutual."
"Use those gloves, man." John says, referring to the boxing gloves on Logan's hands. "Dance with him a little bit. Allow him to take his anger out on you. I think if you do that he'll tell you all you wanna know."
"Come on, man, look at him." We look over at Fred attempting to do a few stretches, clearly anxious to fight Logan. "Got a big old ass coming out the front of his shirt." He continues. "Jesus. He's gonna have a coronary for Christ's sake. Is there even a stretcher big enough to take this guy outta here?"
"Uh, Logan..." I start.
"What?"
"Fred." I point behind him, where Fred is charging towards Logan.
"What?" Logan turns and Fred punches him. Logan falls back against the edge of the ring, facing us.
"It ain't him I'm worried about getting out of here on a stretcher." John says.
"You're an asshole." Logan says, picking himself up. He turns back to Fred and they continue fighting.
"So tell me about your mutations." John says casually as Fred's beating the crap out of Logan.
"I'm partial mutant." I answer. "My original mutation was running fast, then I was...experimented on."
"They do that to you like they did to Logan?"
"Not Stryker." I say. "The guy that did this to me is dead. Wouldn't expect you to know him."
"Why not?"
"I killed him in '63."
"Wait, you're-?"
"Immortal." I say. "I'll look 19 forever."
"How old are you right-?"
"I'm supposed to be in my 60's." I answer.
"Well you're hot for a 60 year-old."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Just saying." He says, putting his hands up in the air as if he's surrendering to something. We look back at Logan and Fred. "This has gotta end soon." John says.
"I can help with that." I say.
John smirks. "By all means, go ahead. Don't get pummeled. The guy can crush you ya know."
"I'm counting on it." I say, and climb into the ring. "Hey, Fred!" I shout, my voice echoing in the small building. Logan and him stop fighting and look at me. "You and me, one on one." I walk towards him and stop when I'm just a couple feet away.
Fred shakes his head. "No...I'm goin' crush you."
"No you won't." I say. "I guarantee it."
"Kid, what're you doing?" Logan grabs my shoulder. "You dunno how heavy this guy is. He's like a freaking wooly mammoth."
"What was that?" Fred says sharply to Logan.
"Nothing." I say. "He doesn't know what he's saying, probably got hit a little hard in the head one too many times." I steer Logan out of the ring, my hands on his shoulders. Once we reach the edge of the ring, Logan whips around to face me.
"What the hell are you thinking?" He demands.
"Saving your ass."
"By getting yourself killed?"
"No. By making this process go by faster." I answer. "You want answers from Dukes? I can make him talk. I'll make sure of it."
"How the hell are you gonna beat Dukes and make him talk?"
"You'll see. Just let me do this."
"I don't think so." He pushes past me.
"Logan!" I grab his arm. "You've gotta trust me on this one."
"Let her do it, man. You know she's gonna live." John says.
Logan and I look each other in the eye for a few seconds, and I can tell he's contemplating whether or not to listen to us.
"Fine." He says, and reluctantly gets out of the ring.
John pulls out some boxing gloves and hands them to me. "You're gonna want-"
I wave them off. "No I won't."
I turn back to Fred. "So're we gonna do this or what, Dukes?"
After a second of hesitation, Fred charges at me and I duck down and roll to the side as he throws a punch. I leap up to my feet, facing him.
Fred charges at me again and I leap up in the air right before he tries to hit me again, use his stomach and chest to jump up off of, kick him in the head, and push off of his chest. I fall backwards but flip myself in the air so I'm falling feet-first just in time to avoid a sloppy punch as he stumbles backwards. I land on my feet, crouched down to the ground, and stand up as he stumbles back a few more feet. Before he can regain his balance I run towards him, leap into the air, extend my leg, and kick him in the head one more time. I jump off his chest, fall backwards, flip myself in the air again, and land on my feet just as he falls on top of the ropes of the ring and lands on his back, shaking the ground. I walk forward, lean down, make a knife appear in my hand, and hold it up to his throat.
"Now where's Victor?"
