Title: Hope (Part 1)
Author: © Renee Reel (Kymaerah@yahoo.com)
Genre: Romance (Logan and new mutant character of my
own invention)
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolverine or the X-men but I do
own Kymaerah. =o)
Rating: PG so far
Comic or Movie-Verse: Movie
Brief description: What Logan finds after leaving the
mansion is not exactly what he expected.
Feedback: Please!! Thank you!!
Archive: Hey, if you want it cool! Just let me know!
Notes: Thanks be To Hugh's excellent portrayal of
Wolverine which inspired me to write again. And to
Mandy who always encourages me. =o) Kymaerah is
pronounced pretty much how it looks (Ki-mare-uh) And
I've never written an X-men or Wolverine fic before so
if I don't have him down, I'm sorry
%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*
What was he doing here?
Logan threw the cigar to the dusty ground with a
disgusted snarl. "Pointless." he mumbled as he glanced
around the ruins of the lab that had once housed him.
It was the place where they had experimented upon him,
it was the place where they had given him the
adamantium claws. But it was destroyed now. Torn down
to the very foundations, only a shard here and there
that could be discerned as part of a laboratory. Only
someone searching for them would know they were there.
There were plenty of scents around, human, mutant,
animal. All had crossed the disintegrated building.
Had they wondered upon the triangles of metal that
sprouted from the ground? Had they considered what
could have possibly happened there? Could they even
conceive that 15 years beforehand a mutant had been
submerged in a tank to be made into a new sort of
killing machine all because of his miraculous healing
powers?
He angrily kicked at a piece of rubble, inwardly
cursing the men who had done this. Taking away his
memories. . . his life, just to have a nearly
indestructible killing device. "Shoot him all ya want!
He heals." he shook his head, almost sadly. He had
hoped against hope that something would bring back
memories once he found this place. Another dead end.
Should he continue looking or just give up?
"Give it up Logan," he said aloud, the hills around
him absorbing the sound. "There's nothing to be found
here." Another derisive snort as he kicked another
rock.
"Why do you say that?" the voice came from nowhere it
seemed. *snikt* Claws unsheathed as he prepared for a
fight. But the voice had not sounded dangerous.
"Who's there? Where are you?" he demanded the empty
space around him. He was answered by a rather joyful
laugh.
"I've frightened you?" the voice questioned and that's
when Logan realized that the voice was female.
Distinctly so. He sniffed the air and could catch just
a hint of vanilla and, strangely enough, fire.
"I don't frighten easily lady. And I ain't scared by
something that doesn't have a body to back up its
threats. Come out where I can see you." he demanded,
hazel eyes narrowing angrily. Brilliant flames erupted
suddenly from the trees that lay to the right of the
ruins. Logan jumped almost imperceptibly, but *she*
had seen it.
In the aftermath of the burst of fire, she came
forward. Logan was shocked at the beauty of the
creature that had been taunting him. A beautiful mane
of dark hair surrounded a face that could only be
described as angelic. Her eyes were slitted, like a
snakes and glowed green as she smiled at him. She
wasn't tall. . . but she was thin and lithe.
Dangerous.
"Hello Logan." she said, her eyes softening a bit.
"It's good to see you again." Logan narrowed his eyes,
wary, claws still extended.
"Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?"
he hissed. He was pissed now. This woman had the gall
to play games with him and then address him by his
real name?
"My name is Kymaerah, Logan. And I know your name
because I know you. Because I too was experimented
upon here." she announced, gesturing at the ruins. "I
remember you Logan, and everything they did to you, as
horrific as it was. I watched it all. I was there for
it all. And if you want to know what it was that
happened here, I am your only remaining hope."
TBC. . .
Author: © Renee Reel (Kymaerah@yahoo.com)
Genre: Romance (Logan and new mutant character of my
own invention)
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolverine or the X-men but I do
own Kymaerah. =o)
Rating: PG so far
Comic or Movie-Verse: Movie
Brief description: What Logan finds after leaving the
mansion is not exactly what he expected.
Feedback: Please!! Thank you!!
Archive: Hey, if you want it cool! Just let me know!
Notes: Thanks be To Hugh's excellent portrayal of
Wolverine which inspired me to write again. And to
Mandy who always encourages me. =o) Kymaerah is
pronounced pretty much how it looks (Ki-mare-uh) And
I've never written an X-men or Wolverine fic before so
if I don't have him down, I'm sorry
%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*
What was he doing here?
Logan threw the cigar to the dusty ground with a
disgusted snarl. "Pointless." he mumbled as he glanced
around the ruins of the lab that had once housed him.
It was the place where they had experimented upon him,
it was the place where they had given him the
adamantium claws. But it was destroyed now. Torn down
to the very foundations, only a shard here and there
that could be discerned as part of a laboratory. Only
someone searching for them would know they were there.
There were plenty of scents around, human, mutant,
animal. All had crossed the disintegrated building.
Had they wondered upon the triangles of metal that
sprouted from the ground? Had they considered what
could have possibly happened there? Could they even
conceive that 15 years beforehand a mutant had been
submerged in a tank to be made into a new sort of
killing machine all because of his miraculous healing
powers?
He angrily kicked at a piece of rubble, inwardly
cursing the men who had done this. Taking away his
memories. . . his life, just to have a nearly
indestructible killing device. "Shoot him all ya want!
He heals." he shook his head, almost sadly. He had
hoped against hope that something would bring back
memories once he found this place. Another dead end.
Should he continue looking or just give up?
"Give it up Logan," he said aloud, the hills around
him absorbing the sound. "There's nothing to be found
here." Another derisive snort as he kicked another
rock.
"Why do you say that?" the voice came from nowhere it
seemed. *snikt* Claws unsheathed as he prepared for a
fight. But the voice had not sounded dangerous.
"Who's there? Where are you?" he demanded the empty
space around him. He was answered by a rather joyful
laugh.
"I've frightened you?" the voice questioned and that's
when Logan realized that the voice was female.
Distinctly so. He sniffed the air and could catch just
a hint of vanilla and, strangely enough, fire.
"I don't frighten easily lady. And I ain't scared by
something that doesn't have a body to back up its
threats. Come out where I can see you." he demanded,
hazel eyes narrowing angrily. Brilliant flames erupted
suddenly from the trees that lay to the right of the
ruins. Logan jumped almost imperceptibly, but *she*
had seen it.
In the aftermath of the burst of fire, she came
forward. Logan was shocked at the beauty of the
creature that had been taunting him. A beautiful mane
of dark hair surrounded a face that could only be
described as angelic. Her eyes were slitted, like a
snakes and glowed green as she smiled at him. She
wasn't tall. . . but she was thin and lithe.
Dangerous.
"Hello Logan." she said, her eyes softening a bit.
"It's good to see you again." Logan narrowed his eyes,
wary, claws still extended.
"Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?"
he hissed. He was pissed now. This woman had the gall
to play games with him and then address him by his
real name?
"My name is Kymaerah, Logan. And I know your name
because I know you. Because I too was experimented
upon here." she announced, gesturing at the ruins. "I
remember you Logan, and everything they did to you, as
horrific as it was. I watched it all. I was there for
it all. And if you want to know what it was that
happened here, I am your only remaining hope."
TBC. . .