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Loan raced through the underbrush, his heart pounind through his aching chest. Where is she?! He extended his shining claws. Hacking away at the bushes. "Logan!" Jean was calling him. He couldn't stop. He just couldn't! His pace increased as he went deeper into the dark woodland. "Alex-IA!" He cried. A twig snapped. He sniffed the air, and listened. A faint wimper. One that sounded as though it was being covered up. He turned around slowly. Pipe tabacco. A huge muscled man stood bandy legged in the firm undergrowth. In his lethal grasp was Alexia.
The man's huge hand was concealing her face. All that he could see was her wide eyes. Fear had filmed them over. Her neck was tense. Her breathing, agitated. The man held a knife to Alexia's throat. "Put 'er down bastard." Logan growled. "Stay away from my step-daughter......freak." Logan's anger boiled up inside him. He felt his animalistic bezerker rage fill him up and explode. With one leap, he was on top of the man. His claws gleaming in the faint sunlight. "I said, put 'er down." He jammed one fist of claws into the man. He was rewarded with a scream. Not much of a reward. The man fell to the ground, but not before jamming his long knife into Alexia's feeble chest.
Logan kicked the blood-ridden carcus, with one muddy boot, and rushed to Alexia, who had fallen in shock. He raised her head, and picked her limp and bloody body up in his arms. Carrying her to the X Mansion, he felt tears fall from his eyes.
Why Lord! Why has this happened to such a young child? Who is she Lord! Who is she?
He stammered to the entrance of the mansion, and lay her body on the steps. Crying and screaming like a child. Ororo and Jean ran to the door. Screaming in shock at the child. "Help......her.....!" Logan sighed breathlessly. "Ororo! Get gauze and a stretcher! HURRY DAMN IT! HURRY!" She lifted the child from the step, pressing shaking hands over her heart. "Still beating. GOod sign." She moved her hands from the heart, to the gapinf knife wound, with the knife still embedded. Taking one shaky hand, and pulling the knife out, she then pressed firm hands over the bleeding wound. Ororo and Scott arrived seconds later with the needed medial equiptment. Logan ran inside. He wanted no one to see him like this. His eyes were reddened and tear stung.
He sat on his bed, resting his aching head on his hands, and massaging his temples. "
Help her! Somebody, PLEASE!
A knock at the door startled him. Clearing his throat, and wiping his eyes, he opened it. It was Ororo. "Hey." She smiled. He reluctantly tried to do the same. "Where do you know her from?" "I found 'er." "Oh. She looks so much like you. Her eyes, and mouth. And even her hands." "Yeah?" Logan smiled. "Is she your............."
*Hey, don't miss the next one! It's when we all get to find out who Alexia is.......
~S.A.D:)
Loan raced through the underbrush, his heart pounind through his aching chest. Where is she?! He extended his shining claws. Hacking away at the bushes. "Logan!" Jean was calling him. He couldn't stop. He just couldn't! His pace increased as he went deeper into the dark woodland. "Alex-IA!" He cried. A twig snapped. He sniffed the air, and listened. A faint wimper. One that sounded as though it was being covered up. He turned around slowly. Pipe tabacco. A huge muscled man stood bandy legged in the firm undergrowth. In his lethal grasp was Alexia.
The man's huge hand was concealing her face. All that he could see was her wide eyes. Fear had filmed them over. Her neck was tense. Her breathing, agitated. The man held a knife to Alexia's throat. "Put 'er down bastard." Logan growled. "Stay away from my step-daughter......freak." Logan's anger boiled up inside him. He felt his animalistic bezerker rage fill him up and explode. With one leap, he was on top of the man. His claws gleaming in the faint sunlight. "I said, put 'er down." He jammed one fist of claws into the man. He was rewarded with a scream. Not much of a reward. The man fell to the ground, but not before jamming his long knife into Alexia's feeble chest.
Logan kicked the blood-ridden carcus, with one muddy boot, and rushed to Alexia, who had fallen in shock. He raised her head, and picked her limp and bloody body up in his arms. Carrying her to the X Mansion, he felt tears fall from his eyes.
Why Lord! Why has this happened to such a young child? Who is she Lord! Who is she?
He stammered to the entrance of the mansion, and lay her body on the steps. Crying and screaming like a child. Ororo and Jean ran to the door. Screaming in shock at the child. "Help......her.....!" Logan sighed breathlessly. "Ororo! Get gauze and a stretcher! HURRY DAMN IT! HURRY!" She lifted the child from the step, pressing shaking hands over her heart. "Still beating. GOod sign." She moved her hands from the heart, to the gapinf knife wound, with the knife still embedded. Taking one shaky hand, and pulling the knife out, she then pressed firm hands over the bleeding wound. Ororo and Scott arrived seconds later with the needed medial equiptment. Logan ran inside. He wanted no one to see him like this. His eyes were reddened and tear stung.
He sat on his bed, resting his aching head on his hands, and massaging his temples. "
Help her! Somebody, PLEASE!
A knock at the door startled him. Clearing his throat, and wiping his eyes, he opened it. It was Ororo. "Hey." She smiled. He reluctantly tried to do the same. "Where do you know her from?" "I found 'er." "Oh. She looks so much like you. Her eyes, and mouth. And even her hands." "Yeah?" Logan smiled. "Is she your............."
*Hey, don't miss the next one! It's when we all get to find out who Alexia is.......
~S.A.D:)