Title: Lost Time
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"For gods sake do something!" Logan roared kneeling over Storm's crumpled body.
He scoped her limp form into his chest protectively, trying to shield her from harm, even though the damage was already done. The warm sticky liquid of Ororo's blood flowed down his bare arms, and caused his black t- shirt stick to his chest. His hands frantically tried to stop her blood oozing from her open wounds. Her silver hair no longer recognisable with all the blood and dirt. His shoulders shook with suppressed anger as he tried to control the anger threatening to consume him. She had to be ok, she had to be or else longer wasn't sure what he would do. She was everything to him.
Far off sirens sounded in the distance, barely heard over the screams and shouts of people scared and in pain. The rest of the x-men continued to battle, trying to save as many people as they could and stop the sentinels. Logan didn't care about anything else at that moment except the woman in his arms. Destruction was all around Logan while the sun shone mockingly down on his back, as if all was well in the world.
Logan looked up from his vigil over Storm seeing that Scott had remained standing still beside him.
"What are you still doing here!! She's dying! Get help NOW!!" He screamed with tears streaming down his dirt and sweat covered face, causing his wolfish hair to cling to his face.
He clutched Storm's body closer to his chest, as if it would some how make her stay with him. Scott slowly bent down to Logan's level, his voice cracking with emotion. "She's gone Logan…she's gone." He cried clutching Logan's shoulder in his hand.
"NO! She's Still alive …she's still….she's…" Logan looked down at her broken body her pale face and vacant eyes looked up at him, her lips already slightly tinged with blue. "She can't be dead!" he shouted at Scott "She……she didn't even…..she didn't know that I lo…"
A guttural roar ripped through his throat, the veins in his neck bulging with the strain. His claws sprung out from his hands. All he saw was red, all he felt was pain. The rage, the anger, that was all that was left now, the animal wanting its revenge. He was going to kill every single bastard, track down every single one of them and make them suffer. They were going to pay.