~Title: Cherry Love
~Author: Wild Craze
~Summary: Logan finds a woman in Alberta, falls head over heels in love with her and brings her back at the mansion. Scott, Jean and Rogue are all jealous. How far will they go to get who they want?
~Rating: PG-13, just to be safe and for some romance. Maybe violence later on.
~Disclaimer: I own the oc! Besides that, nada!
This is a love story between Logan and another character, which is a creation of mine. Please review and tell me what you think about it. This is not a Mary Sue, though I am often told it looks like one.
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Chapter 1:
Logan stopped his motorcycle and jumped into the snow that arrived at his knees.
That was the problem in Canada: to much snow.
He sniffed the air again, sensing a familiar scent. He had followed it from the Alkali lake base where he hadn't found anything. Now, he was in the middle of the forest, knee deep in the snow and had no traces in front of him. It hadn't snowed for days, so it was impossible for the tracks to have been covered, and so it meant that he could just rely on his nose. The smell was fresh and he had smelled it from far away. It wasn't a bad smell. It was just someone's scent, one he seemed to recognize from somewhere.
He made two other steps, cursing at the too large amount of snow. He walked forward for about ten minutes, and ended in a vast plain. He stopped, taken aback by the sun that reflected on the white surface.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he took out a cigar and a lighter from his leather jacket's pocket, and lit it as he walked to a fallen tree trunk that was lying not too far away. He sat on it, wondering where the smell was coming from. Absolutely no one lived in these regions, and there wasn't a village in about sixty miles. He couldn't think of someone other that himself who would like to live here, surrounded by wolves, bears, eagles and other wild animals. Not even 'Indians' lived around here. It was too isolated.
About fifteen minutes later, he started to feel the cold that slowly froze his fingers. He threw his piece of cigar in the snow, got to his feet, and decided to continue to follow the scent. It went through the plane and continued on the other side, so he started walking across. He realized that the snow there was thinner and only reached him in the middle of the tibia. Half way to the other side, he felt a light panic grow in his stomach.
A vast area covered in less snow then near the edge, and with the forest at the border. He looked at his feet, and heard a crack. He didn't move. The panic in his stomach grew as he remembered that his adamantium skeleton made him very, very heavy. If the ice on which he was standing gave up, he was most probably done for since it was impossible to swim with a metal structure attached to your bones. Another crack was heard and he felt his body descend a few inches. He lift his boot and made a step forward. It was the last move he made as the ice gave up under his weight.
It was a real shock when he felt the cold pain spread over his body when he hit the water. He felt a strange numbness get over him. He opened his eyes, and saw nothing but darkness and the hole of light above his head, getting smaller and smaller. Using all his strength, he pushed his legs forward and moved his arms to go back up at the surface.
He felt himself go deeper, and felt so heavy he would have given up if the lack of oxygen urged him to get back up at the surface.
He swam with rage, using all his force but still, the hole he had made was fifteen feet away. He sunk back at the bottom, now only seeing the hole as a hazy circle because he was so deep. The air was seriously starting to miss him, when he looked down next to his feet and saw the blurry outline of a huge log, trapped to the bottom by a very big rock. Quickly, he pushed the rock and gabbed the gigantic trunk that floated back at the surface in a vertical position. It hit the ice near the hole and made it crack, but also made Logan's head hit the hard surface, making him feel extremely dizzy. With the last force left in his numb body, he pushed himself against the log, towards the hole.
He let the cold Canadian air fill his lungs as he grabbed on to the snow. He stayed there the time to stop panting, and then looked at his hands that were shaking madly and slowly turning a bluish tone. He pulled out his claws and stabbed the ice, to pull himself out, and had some sort of difficulty in retracting them because the water was starting to paralyse him.
He arrived to retract them after a while, and walked on his knees towards the other side, not being able to get on his feet. Not even two minutes later, he passed out.
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Well, that's chapter one.
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