Title: Heather
Author: Fanficexpress A.K.A Shadowkat83
Rating: R for blood/gore and strong violence
Summary: Heather decides that it's time to step away from her crumbling life and see if she can make it on her own. She secludes herself in a small cabin in Canada but soon finds she's not alone and she isn't the only one with wounds to heal.
Author's Note: I've been looking all over the net but I have yet to find a story that takes place immediately after Logan breaks free from the weapon X facility. That time period has always interested me so this will be my take on the events that occurred right after Logan escaped from the test facility. This is when his humanity was estranged and his killer instincts were in full bloom.
Introduction:
Journal Entry:
Every night was the same. He'd always have terrible nightmares. He'd wake up screaming, crying and shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't tell me what these dreams consisted of; he couldn't quite find his tongue, not yet. He'd just whimper and cry alone in the dark with sorrowful eyes that made my heart burst. I use to try to console him, but he'd push me away. He didn't want someone to coddle him and tell him there weren't any monsters under his bed. For him the monsters were real, very much real.
Every night was the same. I'd sit in the rickety wooden chair that sat cattycorner to the little twin bed he slept on. He'd become frightened if the blinds and curtains were open so I always made sure they were shut tight. They'd shut out not only the light but the outside world. His bed was in the center of the room. He couldn't sleep if he was too close to a door or window. He couldn't sleep if I wasn't somewhere near, to protect him. I'd sit quietly in the dark listening to him draw in shaky breaths. I'd wait for the inevitable hitch and the moans that signaled the start of a nightmare. I'd call his name when I heard the signs. I'd use a sweet singsong voice and every time he'd relax and the nightmare would fall away.