"Hey!" Logan shouted.
He ran up to the helicopter pad, with Artie in his arms, yelling for Magneto not to take off.
"Come on." Storm soothed, ushering the children forward.
They filed, one by one, onto the helicopter and as soon as the last person stepped aboard, the aircraft rose. Scott helped Jean to a bench while Kurt did the same with the Professor. The younger kids, scared beyond all reason, finally broke down. Nobody could blame them. They all heard the dam burst as they started their trip back, nobody exchanged words and the children kept on crying. Nobody attempted to sooth them.
Logan couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Stryker was dead and so were all the answers to his past, but that wasn't what was bothering him. It was like something was missing. A huge chunk of him was gone. He nervously rubbed his knuckles together trying to remember.
His heart began to beat faster as he became more and more frustrated. What was wrong? Feeling eyes on him, he looked up into the cold gaze of Pyro. Wait, why the hell was he here? Logan had told him to stay back on the plane.
"Holy shit!"
Logan jumped to his feet and ran to look out over the half door.
All he could see was water.
"No!" He roared, "No!!!!"
He threw himself out of the helicopter, his teammates yelling for him not to. Before he could hit the water, Jean stopped him. She pulled him back up, panting from using the last of her strength. Logan screamed with all the animalistic fury he possessed, sinking to his knees, pounding on the floor. No one dared to go near him. No one knew what was wrong.
That was it. It was too much. Logan continued to howl as tears of sorrow mixed with fury, streamed down his face. How? How could he have let this happen?
Rogue, his Rogue, was missing, but Logan knew where she was, and for all he knew, Rogue was dead.
A/N: This was taken off of FF.N, but I didn't find out why. The only thing that I could think of was that it wasn't "properly rated" so that is why it's "R" now, just to be safe. I really like this story and I was upset that somebody reported it for a reason that's unclear to me. So, please, give this story a chance. (It was only in it's first chapter when it was reported.) It took me a while to decide whether or not I was going to put this one back on, so, as I said before, give it a chance!
I hope you liked this. I know there are other "what if" fics out there and I haven't read any of them, so any similarities or whatever is entirely coincidental. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men!!! Don't sue!!
He ran up to the helicopter pad, with Artie in his arms, yelling for Magneto not to take off.
"Come on." Storm soothed, ushering the children forward.
They filed, one by one, onto the helicopter and as soon as the last person stepped aboard, the aircraft rose. Scott helped Jean to a bench while Kurt did the same with the Professor. The younger kids, scared beyond all reason, finally broke down. Nobody could blame them. They all heard the dam burst as they started their trip back, nobody exchanged words and the children kept on crying. Nobody attempted to sooth them.
Logan couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Stryker was dead and so were all the answers to his past, but that wasn't what was bothering him. It was like something was missing. A huge chunk of him was gone. He nervously rubbed his knuckles together trying to remember.
His heart began to beat faster as he became more and more frustrated. What was wrong? Feeling eyes on him, he looked up into the cold gaze of Pyro. Wait, why the hell was he here? Logan had told him to stay back on the plane.
"Holy shit!"
Logan jumped to his feet and ran to look out over the half door.
All he could see was water.
"No!" He roared, "No!!!!"
He threw himself out of the helicopter, his teammates yelling for him not to. Before he could hit the water, Jean stopped him. She pulled him back up, panting from using the last of her strength. Logan screamed with all the animalistic fury he possessed, sinking to his knees, pounding on the floor. No one dared to go near him. No one knew what was wrong.
That was it. It was too much. Logan continued to howl as tears of sorrow mixed with fury, streamed down his face. How? How could he have let this happen?
Rogue, his Rogue, was missing, but Logan knew where she was, and for all he knew, Rogue was dead.
A/N: This was taken off of FF.N, but I didn't find out why. The only thing that I could think of was that it wasn't "properly rated" so that is why it's "R" now, just to be safe. I really like this story and I was upset that somebody reported it for a reason that's unclear to me. So, please, give this story a chance. (It was only in it's first chapter when it was reported.) It took me a while to decide whether or not I was going to put this one back on, so, as I said before, give it a chance!
I hope you liked this. I know there are other "what if" fics out there and I haven't read any of them, so any similarities or whatever is entirely coincidental. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men!!! Don't sue!!