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Say your prayers little one
Don't forget my son
To include everyone
I tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
'Til the sandman he comes
Logan woke soaked in cold sweat, heart pounding. He breathed in and out of his nose, calming his breathing. He took in the smells of the mansion, the other teachers, the students. The scents calmed him, allowing him to relax. It was just a dream.
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
The dreams had been coming more and more frequently.
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Somethings wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite, yeah
The wars were the worst. He dreamed of ripping his way through a battle field, the Civil War, WW1, WW2, Vietnam, it didn't matter which. He just kept going, gutting soldier, no, kids, with his claws, ripping their throats out with his teeth. The rusty, coppery taste of blood in his mouth, the scent of it filling his nose. Know what the worst part was? Enjoying it.
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Next came dreams of the facility. Weapon X. Pain, still a dull ache he could feel in his bones. His healing factor constantly saving him from metal poisoning. The metal that had saved his life countless times, killing him. Having his mind messed with so much that he sometimes wondered if he was still there, and this was just some new way to kill what was left of his humanity.
Now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Pray the lord my soul to take
He was a little kid, about nine years old. He was sick in bed again. His friend, Victor, was keeping him company, His father was tucking him in.
"Did you remember to take your medicine?"
"Yes, father."
"Good boy."
A man yelled, his voice faint, coming from downstairs, "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!"
"You better go help your father, Victor. He's drunk again."
"It's not my name he's calling, Sir." The malice was clearly heard in his voice.
The man, his father, ran out the door. "Stay where you are, James."
Victor ran after him, his eyes panicked.
The boy heard several gunshots and took off downstairs. He skidded to a stop at the top of the stairs. His father was on the ground, a gunshot wound in his chest. The boy imagined he could smell the blood. The grounds keeper was holding a gun, one arm wrapped around his mother, holding her against him. Victor stood under the stairs
Hush little baby don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed
In your closet in your head
James ran down the stairs to his father.
"Father?"
"James," he said weakly and died.
"There are things you don't understand," the groundskeeper said, drawing the boy's attention to him. James let out a horrible roar of pain and rage. He ran at the man with the gun, he heard a gunshot, but felt no pain. The boys fists were embedded in the grounds keeper's stomach.
"He wasn't your father," the man chocked out, "son."
His mother stared at him like he was a monster, "What are you?"
He ran outside through the double doors. He heard Victor running behind him just before he tackled him. "I didn't mean it," the little boy yelled, terrified.
"Yes, you did. And he deserved it." Pride shone in his eyes. "Were brothers, Jimmy. You realize that?" He stared into the boy's eyes. "And brothers stick together, protect each other. You have to be tough now, tough so nothing can ever hurt us. Can you do that little brother?" James nodded. "Good, run. Keep on running and don't look back."
Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Boo! Yeah yeah!
Logan woke up in a cold sweat again. No matter how many times he relived these memories, they kept coming back. His mother was right. He was a monster, a freak, a murderer who loved the killing, the violence... the blood. The look in his prey's eyes as the life drained out of them.
We're off to never-never land
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Take my hand
He jumped out of his bedroom window. Sprinting to the woods, his jeans gently swishing with each step. He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
We're off to never-never land
We're off to never-never land
We're off to never-never land
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