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Disclaimer:- Don't own anything :-(
Hiya there, Roganers :D Like I'd promised, I'm back with another Rogan fic and this one is going to start with the most horrific night of Logan's life- The Westchester Incident! Yeah, someone had to write it some day so here it is.
And an itsy-bitsy confession- I have copied/pasted Logan's POV from my first ROGAN- The Identity and turned it into third person POV in the second half because...I didn't want to write a dying Logan again so hope y'all understand it.
And when y'all reach the end of the chapter,
A very pleasant twist is waiting for y'all down there ;-}
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Westchester County, New York
May 21, 2028
8:23 PM
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I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming
Logan smirked and gripped the handles tightly with a content sigh as the sweet voice of Skylar Grey entered his ears. The lyrics were telling the story of his journey back to the place where his actual family resided. Xavier's School For The Gifted Youngsters. The only place in the world where his family, his friends and his Marie was waiting for him to come back.
He'd promised her this would be his last ride to Canada. He'd finally found someone who was ready to tell him everything about his forgotten past. His own brother, Sabertooth. The great animosity between them both that started with Sabertooth aka Victor Creed's attempt to kidnap Marie for his boss had finally ended now. The giant man told me everything about his past and even showed him the place where he was born, Howlett Estate. He wasn't born Logan. His real name was James Howlett, the son of John Howlett and Elizabeth Howlett. The couple were the richass plantation owners and the bitterest truth of his life, his real father... He didn't even want to think about that abusive drunkard.
His parents, Victor and his sister Rose, he had a lot to tell Marie about this time and then, then he'd finally take her on a nice candlelight dinner when the diamond ring he'd bought a few week ago would be waiting for her. He could already imagine her rounded eyes and the surprised O of her lips. The imagination made him grin like idiots.
He knew she'd never say it from her mouth but like all other settled friends of hers, she also needed a shiny diamond, a small house and a loving husband. The biggest advantage of his rusting adamantium bones was that they had now erased the damned age difference between him and his Marie. In spite of that and her newly found ability to control her skin due to the effect of Virus on her, he still tried to be a jerk for the next few years, thinking why she want a gruff, homeless loner like him. But he was wrong. Even after gaining control over her skin, Marie never tried to choose any other guy, maybe because she never wanted to. He still remembered the night when he and Marie had an argument about how wrong it was for him to see Marie as his Mate and Marie ended it with a passionate kiss before pulling him into her room where they made love all night. That one single night forced him to think about accepting their undeniable chemistry in front of everyone else. Tonight everything's going to be okay for good. He was going back to his Marie and never looking back over his shoulder again.
He glanced at his watch. 8:30. Twenty minutes away.
"Just a blink away, darlin'."
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With his signature grumpy look on his face, Logan got off the bike smoothly and advanced towards his 'home' that was surprisingly pin-drop silent tonight and to his biggest shock, even the front door was left wide open. His senses rang in alarm. He took a deep sniff. All the scents inside the house, they were shockingly numb as if... The realization widened his eyes. Was Xavier under another...
As he hastily walked into the school, the first thing he saw broadened his eyes in great horror. All the kids, they were lying on the floor, unconscious. Hall, stairs, kitchen, everywhere. He quickly got down on one knee to check on one of the unconscious kids. His face'd paled and eyes were rolled back in the back of his head. He then turned the face of another kid to him. The same symptoms on his face, too. A mix of shock and fear took over his face. He hastily pounded up the stairs two at a time to check on Xavier's condition.
As he entered the room, another horrific shock of the night was waiting for him. Logan let out a shuddering breath as he ran his eyes around. All the friends, Jean, Scott, 'Ro, Hank and both of Xavier's nurses were lying on the floor, eyes rolled in the back of their head and blood trickling down their noses and ears. None of them smelled alive except for their petrified leader sitting in his chair near the window.
Trembling, the old, ailing man looked over his shoulder when he heard Logan's footsteps on the door. He whispered shakily. "W-What happened to them, Logan?"
Tears welled up in Logan's eyes when he saw his Marie lying near Xavier's chair. His quivering feet advanced towards the still woman. Mentally and emotionally devastated, he fell to his knees and gathered her cold lifeless body in his arms. The streaks of blood slipping down her nostrils and ears had clotted. She had Xavier's serum in her left hand. She was trying to stop him but...
With a choked sob, his trembling fingers reached over to touch her paled face. He shook his head. "Y-You can't go... Y-You're can't leave me me like this..."
His Marie was gone...
Forever...
"MARIEEEEE!"
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North Dakota
March 3, 2029
7:48 PM
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He was drowning into the violent whirlpool of reminiscences he'd earned in this pathetic life of his. The people he could call his friends and family. Those faces attacking his collapsing brain together. Chuck, Scooter, Furball, 'Ro, Jean and Laura. They were all talking in his head, too loud for his liking. He could see everyone except for one single person that had been above all of them all till this very moment of his life. He needed to see it, he needed to see her face. Those soulful, chocolate eyes, that cute, pointed nose, those soft, rosy cheeks and that divine smile of his Rogue, No! Not Rogue, his Marie.
He never told Laura but her innocence always reminded him of Marie every single time when he looked at her. The same innocence he'd seen in his Southern belle's eyes years ago when he picked her up from the road after their first awkward meeting in that bar. Their relationship'd seen many ups and downs together and among all of them, they'd aged together, something they'd both never thought was possible till last year, the last fucking year.
He never blamed Xavier for that night. The old man was helpless. But it doesn't lessen the agony that killed him inside every time when he thought about the death of his Marie. If there was anyone to blame for all those deaths, it was him. He should have died with her if he couldn't save her. The guilt never went away. He still had that ring he'd bought for her. Tonight he would finally able to give it to her. Tonight they'd be together. Forever...
But...
His dying hearing caught the weak sound of someone's footsteps coming near his grave. The mysterious person pulled out the X Laura'd stood up on his resting place. His eyes were closed but his dulling senses tried to catch a whiff. The smell was fresh Vanilla and Pine, something that was strangely familiar. It was his Marie's scent. But how's that possible?
His Marie was dead...
His exhausted pupils stirred behind the closed lids when he heard and felt a sharp sound of metal hitting the ground above his grave. It was a rhythmic sound of something sharp and flat like a spade going up and then coming down to remove the rocks and moist soil. Someone was digging up his grave.
No, don't! Don't take me out! His dying brain snarled at this unknown enemy. Why was he being dragged back to the pathetic life he'd been enduring for the last one year? He needed to go to his Marie, she was waiting for him up there, let him go!
He dry lips trembled when he felt the digger haul him out of grave and gathered his body in his arms. The person cupped and caressed his dirt covered cheeks. Logan felt the moisture of salty drops land on his face. A weak female sob fell on his ears.
"L-Logan...d-don't worry, yer gonna be okay, sugah.."
He then felt a sharp painful pinch of needle on his right wrist. Before he could understand anything, warm serum like thing started running through his veins and with each passing second he could feel his body regain his strength he once had. His hearing, his sense of smell and his marvelous healing, everything was rapidly coming back to normal, as it was years ago.
When he regained all his strength and stamina, his reboosted healing factor forced him to snap open his eyes with a loud gasp and as did so, he found a face he hadn't even thought he would ever see alive again hovering above him.
"M-Marie..?"
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Next Time:- Logan and Marie start a new journey of their life.
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