Snuff
Summary: Logan/Marie pairing. Hurt/Angst/Comfort/Songfic. As my favorite pair attempts to enjoy some well-deserved time off, and explore a possible relationship, an assailant brutalizes Marie. Post X-3.
Sidenote: Marie doesn't take the Cure. I never liked that idea.
Rating: Very K and T'ish for the first chapter, M for later chapters as it deals with mature subject matters such as rape, sexual situations and language. Consider yourself warned.
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I cannot and will not calm credit for these characters or the lyrics to "Snuff". I own nothing, except for the fic ;)
Snuff- SlipKnot
Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again
So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can't destroy what isn't there
Deliver me into my fate
If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago
If I can change I hope I never know
I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your lights
But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight
So save your breath, I will not care
I think I made it very clear
You couldn't hate enough to love
Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren't my friend
Then I could hurt you in the end
I never claimed to be a saint
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go
So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself
And I won't listen to your shame
You ran away, you're all the same
Angels lie to keep control
Ooh, my love was punished long ago
If you still care don't ever let me know
If you still care don't ever let me know
Snuff – Chapter 1
How does one try to live a normal life when you spend so much time fighting an enemy?
Logan pondered this as several students and fellow mutants, including him, unloaded various crates of cargo off the landing platform.
They were once again, trying to rebuild the school. This time it wasn't to go into battle or missions. It was made mandatory that all staff and students take some time off and get rest and enjoy themselves for the time being before the new session of school. Having burnt out teachers and students would do future classes and training sessions no good. Even with calming and meditation techniques, most the staff and students were past the point of exhaustion.
The unspoiled rays of the pending sunset was starting to splash amongst the landing pads, changing their color from light grey to brilliant colors of orange, red and gold. Time was turning quickly as the various students and volunteers hurried about, getting organized, grabbing cargo, and unloading their own personal belongings.
He noticed a frustrated Marie trying to talk some sense into a new student who arrived. Marie wanted things done one way, the new student repeatedly disagreed and made several attempts to do things his own way.
Marie, new to teaching and training, threw her hands up and shouted "I give up!"
Grease and grime streaked her slender face, a tell-tell sign of a hard day's work; performing repairs, refueling ships, unloading components, and dealing with stubborn students. Marie noticed Logan's gaze and she flashed him a tired, but lovely smile.
"Time to send him back home?" Logan nodded over to the student that was currently walking in the opposite direction Marie originally sent him.
"Possibly. This one and the lot he came from. They all seem to have minds of their own."
As frustrating as it seemed to Marie, Logan found her bouts of yelling towards to student quite humorous.
It seemed as if she was talking to a steal ship hull. Logan mused at the thought of the ship listening and taking commands better. Logan waved to another student that was pulling a cart of beverages for the thirsty crews. He took two, popped the tops off both and offered one to Marie.
"A drink for a parched Rogue?"
Marie cocked an eye brow. "Never going to let me live that down, are you, Logan?"
"Not in a million years...Rogue" Logan, grinning like an idiot, patting at the space beside him as he took a sit on a stack of crates. Logan often teased her by calling her "Rogue" instead of "Marie" as she preferred.
Marie lowered herself beside him. "There is still tons of work to do, Logan; we shouldn't break for too long."
He stretched his arms outward, taking caution against her skin, and commented something to the effect of how it'll get done, but Marie lost track of his vocabulary when he slipped an arm around her shoulders.
It was an expected move, but a warm and comfortable one. Marie leaned onto his shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the peace and quiet she rarely seemed to get these days.
They, after all, were supposed to be on a semi vacation, but Marie couldn't help feel uneasy. She stifled the emotions and just presumed they occurred from her lengthy time working, whereas Logan's muscular arm seemed to ease her mind-set a bit. She better take the advantage of being off duty and having fun while she still had the opportunity. After a while, her "Marie" frame of mind returned.
"Time to go back to work."
She pulled herself from Logan's warmth, thanked him for the cool drink, and returned to her obligations, leaving a blotch of grease on his flight garb.
Most of the new arrivals of students were already unpacked and settled into their new rooms. Logan and hand full of other mutants were finishing the last little bit of detail. Taking the garbage to the dumpsters and sweeping up the remnants of a busy, exhausting day. Logan sensed someone behind and half expected to see Rogue, but instead it was a timid new student.
"Can you help me? I can't seem to find my advisor."
"Who's your advisor, kid?"
"Rogue?"
"Rogue, huh? Hmm…she was around here a few minutes ago." Logan let the broom drop from his hand, something was just not right. Alarms were rising within his senses. "I'll tell you what, kid. Go in the main office and tell whoever is there that you can't find her, I'll go look for Rogue." The kid nodded and walked off towards the mansion.
Marie, not paying attention to the trash bin she was dumping into the back dumpster in the lot, felt a sharp pain flame up her hand. Damn, she cursed herself. A piece of shrapnel must have slid out and cut her. Nearly dropping the trash bin to examine her finger, she suddenly felt uneasy. She looked around her settings. Sunlight was quickly fading and changing into a blanket of hazy night and that was all she saw before feeling a blunt force smack to the back of her skull. Her conscience faded to black as with the night.