DISCLAIMER:
I am nither employed nor do I even know anybody affiliated with Marvel, So I have no permission
to use trademarks thereof. I did see a purple Dinosaur once, but it turned out to be my pregnate sister in a purple
t- shirt.
I had received an email that none of my stories even made sence. True, and I can't spell, but then I started thinking
about the particular email's content. I have come to the conclusion that
things that don't make sence to us is not that its stupid, but because we have to
THINK about it. People hate to think. They would rather have the conveince of
the story or situation spelled out for them and wrapped up in a little
"Windows" sorry Bill like package. But enough of my philisophical ramblings
and on to my usual non-sence. See earler stories for the referances to this story.
" The child born of stolen evil."
"It was ten months ago that I found out that my new husbands right
to fatherhood was stolen by a monster that few people have the imagenation
to dream up in the dark resesses of thier horror stricken minds."
" A deplorable animal soaked in the blood of innocent others and enjoyed
every minute of his crimson soaked and iron tainted baths. The wrath of
a freed animal was how the deed was explained to me."
" Logan has been great about what has happened. When we found out, he was there, when I gave birth early,
he was there and through everything he stayed by my side. Sworn to help raise his worst enemies
seed." " But I... I just feel filthy. Defiled and dead inside. How can I raise my
daughter knowing she carries a killers genes?" "Logan reasures me, tells me it was his fault
he should have been there even just ten minutes earler. I can't help but think that he was right."
" Victor... if that cess pool of a man even deserves a name actually tried to take Raychel
from me. I changed her name to try to disuade fate.. He came back here last
week and Tried to take her. Logan was here and laid the man low. It's over and Creed is
dead... but God help me, I think his legacy lives in my child."
I am nither employed nor do I even know anybody affiliated with Marvel, So I have no permission
to use trademarks thereof. I did see a purple Dinosaur once, but it turned out to be my pregnate sister in a purple
t- shirt.
I had received an email that none of my stories even made sence. True, and I can't spell, but then I started thinking
about the particular email's content. I have come to the conclusion that
things that don't make sence to us is not that its stupid, but because we have to
THINK about it. People hate to think. They would rather have the conveince of
the story or situation spelled out for them and wrapped up in a little
"Windows" sorry Bill like package. But enough of my philisophical ramblings
and on to my usual non-sence. See earler stories for the referances to this story.
" The child born of stolen evil."
"It was ten months ago that I found out that my new husbands right
to fatherhood was stolen by a monster that few people have the imagenation
to dream up in the dark resesses of thier horror stricken minds."
" A deplorable animal soaked in the blood of innocent others and enjoyed
every minute of his crimson soaked and iron tainted baths. The wrath of
a freed animal was how the deed was explained to me."
" Logan has been great about what has happened. When we found out, he was there, when I gave birth early,
he was there and through everything he stayed by my side. Sworn to help raise his worst enemies
seed." " But I... I just feel filthy. Defiled and dead inside. How can I raise my
daughter knowing she carries a killers genes?" "Logan reasures me, tells me it was his fault
he should have been there even just ten minutes earler. I can't help but think that he was right."
" Victor... if that cess pool of a man even deserves a name actually tried to take Raychel
from me. I changed her name to try to disuade fate.. He came back here last
week and Tried to take her. Logan was here and laid the man low. It's over and Creed is
dead... but God help me, I think his legacy lives in my child."