Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora. Plot is
mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 1
A cool wind swept snowflakes by, passing a wondrous vision of a blooming dawn. A streak of fire lighting up the horizon, reflection to settle gently upon a carpet of snow that had remained in place for centuries, no heat to remove it, no humans to pass by and destroy it's fine carpet.
A thick leather boot crushed a landing piece of fine snow, to lift and plod on, continuing it's printed trail. A heavy breathing passed from this being who continued its path that had been for many miles. Arriving at the top of the hill, to a clearing that led to a view that spread for miles, was a rugged form. A black gloved hand shifting to mouth where a cigar was placed and lightly inhaled upon. It was Logan. Arriving back to Alkali Lake to check the area for any clue of survival from the recent disturbances of William Stryker and his underground lab.
A light frown deepened a heavily chiselled glare, which focused to where the valley of what used to be a landscape of trees and wildlife was now flooded since the rupture of the dam. Even after the weeks that had passed since the terror, large amounts of debris resided to either floating sullenly, or being wedged to the snow beside. Logan trod on down the hill, thick boots keeping his form firmly in place as he travelled through the dense covering snow. He paused by a large piece of concrete that was once part of the dam wall. It was now littered with snow and had developed more cracks.
Logan emitted a heavy sigh, eyes scanning from the debris beside him to cast along the still form of water. Lids lowered as memories flashed across his mind from the sacrifice. The death this piece of element caused to someone he had longed for, for such a time.
"Jean..." He murmured softly, chewing morosely upon his cigar, sending a light puff of smoke into the atmosphere. Flashes of pictures continued to pour on through his mind, behind closed eyes. The moment when his lips first met hers, the time when they discovered Jean had left the jet, when she disappeared under the torrent of water.
A rough shake of his head sent him back into reality, lids lifting to meet a bright sun. The orb sitting silently on the horizon, sending waves of light to the pure white surroundings. Logan let out another sigh, followed by stream of smoke from his cigar. His eyes gave a solemn look around upon the scene of destruction. Lumps of concrete were being awoken from their dull slumber to be lit up and dazzle with their reflections of cased ice.
He stopped.
What could have been described as a picturesque environment shuddered to a halt inside his mind, which was still rolling with emotional recollections. A chilled ear had caught a sound. An unnatural sound.
A mist of vapour escorted from parted lips to cling to the air as the atmosphere devilishly devoured it to nothing. The cigar remained in a lowered hand, left un-regarded as eyes scanned the surroundings before the sound struck his ears again. It was a dull moan, a shuddering howl to tantalise the morning air. It was solemn. Soft and depressing, a whimpering drone that remained mournful and emotional as it continued to escalate before trailing away, drowning out soon after anyway by a burst of wind past ears.
Logan didn't bother to move; the cigar was still left alone, burnt tobacco ash dropping to smoulder into the snow as it hit. Those flashes of memory over Jean's death faded silently. His entire mind now focusing on the sound, contemplating over its occupier and also inspecting the mournful din.
Onwards boots now travelled, springing back to life, starting a fresh array of prints into the blank canvas. Alerted senses and focused mind concentrating singularly on this disruption. Again came the mournful wail, distressed so. As it faded as soon as it began it clung to his mind, replaying the sound mentally. His heart wrenching at this awful cry. Faster and faster he went, breath speeding to cause mouth to produce heavy outburst of condensation. Tree's now littered his vision, causing his surroundings to be much denser. He slowed a little, now thinking over his decision to seek out this sound. Again it came, sending him back onto his quest. Now passing at hurried pace, trees beside him became slightly blurred. He didn't pay notice to broken instruments that were now coming into view. A few of them were littered into the snow. Here since the aftermath of the dam burst. These were precisely what he had come here to seek.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 1
A cool wind swept snowflakes by, passing a wondrous vision of a blooming dawn. A streak of fire lighting up the horizon, reflection to settle gently upon a carpet of snow that had remained in place for centuries, no heat to remove it, no humans to pass by and destroy it's fine carpet.
A thick leather boot crushed a landing piece of fine snow, to lift and plod on, continuing it's printed trail. A heavy breathing passed from this being who continued its path that had been for many miles. Arriving at the top of the hill, to a clearing that led to a view that spread for miles, was a rugged form. A black gloved hand shifting to mouth where a cigar was placed and lightly inhaled upon. It was Logan. Arriving back to Alkali Lake to check the area for any clue of survival from the recent disturbances of William Stryker and his underground lab.
A light frown deepened a heavily chiselled glare, which focused to where the valley of what used to be a landscape of trees and wildlife was now flooded since the rupture of the dam. Even after the weeks that had passed since the terror, large amounts of debris resided to either floating sullenly, or being wedged to the snow beside. Logan trod on down the hill, thick boots keeping his form firmly in place as he travelled through the dense covering snow. He paused by a large piece of concrete that was once part of the dam wall. It was now littered with snow and had developed more cracks.
Logan emitted a heavy sigh, eyes scanning from the debris beside him to cast along the still form of water. Lids lowered as memories flashed across his mind from the sacrifice. The death this piece of element caused to someone he had longed for, for such a time.
"Jean..." He murmured softly, chewing morosely upon his cigar, sending a light puff of smoke into the atmosphere. Flashes of pictures continued to pour on through his mind, behind closed eyes. The moment when his lips first met hers, the time when they discovered Jean had left the jet, when she disappeared under the torrent of water.
A rough shake of his head sent him back into reality, lids lifting to meet a bright sun. The orb sitting silently on the horizon, sending waves of light to the pure white surroundings. Logan let out another sigh, followed by stream of smoke from his cigar. His eyes gave a solemn look around upon the scene of destruction. Lumps of concrete were being awoken from their dull slumber to be lit up and dazzle with their reflections of cased ice.
He stopped.
What could have been described as a picturesque environment shuddered to a halt inside his mind, which was still rolling with emotional recollections. A chilled ear had caught a sound. An unnatural sound.
A mist of vapour escorted from parted lips to cling to the air as the atmosphere devilishly devoured it to nothing. The cigar remained in a lowered hand, left un-regarded as eyes scanned the surroundings before the sound struck his ears again. It was a dull moan, a shuddering howl to tantalise the morning air. It was solemn. Soft and depressing, a whimpering drone that remained mournful and emotional as it continued to escalate before trailing away, drowning out soon after anyway by a burst of wind past ears.
Logan didn't bother to move; the cigar was still left alone, burnt tobacco ash dropping to smoulder into the snow as it hit. Those flashes of memory over Jean's death faded silently. His entire mind now focusing on the sound, contemplating over its occupier and also inspecting the mournful din.
Onwards boots now travelled, springing back to life, starting a fresh array of prints into the blank canvas. Alerted senses and focused mind concentrating singularly on this disruption. Again came the mournful wail, distressed so. As it faded as soon as it began it clung to his mind, replaying the sound mentally. His heart wrenching at this awful cry. Faster and faster he went, breath speeding to cause mouth to produce heavy outburst of condensation. Tree's now littered his vision, causing his surroundings to be much denser. He slowed a little, now thinking over his decision to seek out this sound. Again it came, sending him back onto his quest. Now passing at hurried pace, trees beside him became slightly blurred. He didn't pay notice to broken instruments that were now coming into view. A few of them were littered into the snow. Here since the aftermath of the dam burst. These were precisely what he had come here to seek.
But none of that mattered anymore.