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Chapter 10: Animal Magnetism
The next morning I found myself buried deeply in the chest of the feral man. He was already looking down at me with a jagged little smirk on his face.
"It's better out Fire Cracker, we need ta get rollin" Logan said messing up my already dismantled hair with his burly palm.
I growled lowly knowing that messing up his hair would be an ineffective counter attack; he pretty much let it do what it wanted to anyway. I unwillingly heaved myself up, over exaggerating a big huff that I knew would irritate his very low tolerance levels.
"Stop yer huffin, I got somethin ta show ya. Hot blood like you should like it." Logan said with a secret grin tickling at his lips. He excitedly chopped the melting snow wall away and left our cave.
It gave me a light tingly feeling too see the childlike spark of excitement in Logan's eyes. It was obvious that the spark was unaccustomed to being there.
Gold ran out the cave after Logan before I even thought to move. I ran out after him yelling sarcastic things along the lines of "Well look who's Gold's new BFF"?
Logan chuckled with a devious smirk as he said "I got a way with animals".
I laughed in an annoyed tone at his obvious insinuation. "yeah I think I have a way with Beasts too" I said finding myself to be quite hilarious and witty.
Wolverine couldn't help but smirk at how entertained I was by myself before he turned his attention to a pile of snow near by. He began shoveling away tones of the cold white stuff , which started to reveal something black and shinny.
"What's that?" I questioned with little concern. I was just happy to be outside, in the new warm sun. Nothing beat the warmth of the sun after the storm.
Wolverine of course ignored me until he had completely unearthed a shinny black motorcycle. "Damn weather" He mumbled to himself as he whipped away debris from the overly shinned contraption. The thing was obviously his baby.
He mounted his bike like a good woman and looked at me with pure challenging angst in his eyes. It was obvious by his readiness and expecting eyes that any woman of Wolverine's would have to get along with his baby.
"I am NOT getting on that death machine" I spat, sensing the battle ahead as I began to ramble off statistics of motorcycle related deaths and injuries. Which of course is always an issue for people who can heal themselves at an extremely accelerated rate.
It looked like Wolverine had expected as much from me, but he didn't flinch, not a single move. His silent intensity quieted my rantings as it become a new kind of war. I don't think he took a breathe or blinked as he battled with me in the war of death stares. Gold began to whine after a little, feeling the stubborn tension that radiated between the two of us. Suddenly however, Logan's phone went off.
"How do you possibly have signal now?" I cried with extreme annoyance.
Wolverine growled at me and brought out his cellular device.
"Hey" He said gruffly. With my new hearing I heard Xavier on the other line sounding a bit ruffled.
"Yes Logan? Are- y- okay? Storm- bad- Wh- are-?" said Xavier cutting in and out sporadically.
"Only hear every other word Doc" Logan said impatiently pacing around for better signal.
"N- back- right now- crucial- we- Lilandra- in space- soul mate- univer- coming s- Kiya!- hurry!" Xavier said in panic as the signal dropped his call.
Wolverine stared at his phone for a half second before putting it away. He quickly reverted his attention back to me while revving his engine. Before I even noticed, Logan had drove his bike straight in my direction. He scooped me up roughly and threw me behind him on the bike.
"Better hold on Fire Cracker" Logan said laughing at the enraged fit I was throwing. I was about to punch him as hard as I could in the head when he slammed his foot on the accelerator. To keep myself from flying off I dug my nails into Wolverine's sides, holding on for dear life. Wolverine laughed victoriously at the union between bike and woman, though I was not his woman technically. I was pretend Gambit's woman but also kind of really his woman but he just didn't know it yet. In fact my plan was still to confess my love next time I found him, finally be able to really love him like he deserves and disparately desires. But there is a new very conflicting and influential key factor that has emerged in this plan. The key factor zoomed me around the corners in pure gloat as I clung to him without pride due to my utter terror.
Logan was laughing in a way that seemed uncharacteristically hard. Even for the short time I had known him, I could tell he was not one to laugh or smile so often. People probably often mistook him for mean, uncaring and harsh. But for some reason I felt like I instantly understood him. But… I mean… that doesn't make him any less unbearably annoying! God!
We drove on for a long time, while Logan made sure Gold was able to keep up with the bike. Then suddenly Logan came to an abrupt stop, causing me to let out a purposely long annoying groan of protest.
"Shh-" Wolverine said in a serious tone as he sniffed the air. Gold and I did also. There was a man out there, coming closer in our direction. He smelled feral, animal-like as wolverine did. In fact, he smelled eerily similar. They had to be related to smell so uniquely similar! That's why Logan stopped.
"Heeeey! Your family is here! HEEEEEEY! WE'RE OVER HEEEERE!" I yelled out happily at the glorious chance to embarrass Logan.
Logan quickly grabbed my mouth in a tight hold of his palm. "SHUT UP!" he fumed as he made the motion to step on the gas. Before he had a chance a hulking, muscular figure jumped us, sending Logan, the bike and I flying in different directions.
Arrggghhraa! Agonizing pain! A giant fallen tree limb had torn through my side in fall. It felt like it had almost stuck all the way through my body.
"SABERTOOTH!" I heard Wolverine roar. The hulking figure had walked over to me and pulled the branch out of my side. This hurt more than anything I had ever experienced. My blood curdling screams conveyed this only by a fraction.
The look on Wolverine's face was beyond words, but Sabertooth now had his massive paw like hand around my neck. He smiled a gruesome, sinister smile at me as he put a giant finger on the coronary artery vigorously pumping blood in my neck.
"You smell like a bloody wolf little one" Sabertooth laughed as if he was talking to his lovely new sister in law. I looked over to see Gold stuck under the motorcycle, growling and thrashing about. I didn't know a wolf could express hate like that.
Sabertooth gave me another sniff. "Mhh, a nice smell. Never smelt this before." He said lifting my hair to smell the back of my neck. At this Wolverine growled wildly, snarling with blood lust in his eyes as his fists shook. Sabertooth seemed to positively love this. "This your mate Wolverine, my dear brother?" he said continuing to smell my neck. With a taunting look at wolverine he bit my neck harshly, keeping the soft warm flesh in his mouth as he sucked on it and tasted it with his great big tongue.
I made no attempt to respond to anyone one around me; All my mind was focused on was the intense pain in my side. I knew if this was anyone else, it would have been fatal. After Sabertooth had gotten his horrid mouth on my neck, Wolverine made a noise that sounded like the gods themselves had stricken down in rage; it sounded tortured even.
"Wow! Never see you like this little Wolvey. You really do like this one eh? Mhhh, so do I! But I'm not here for my personal revenge today, we've been hunting for this one. Magneto wants her, but know I understand why he's been going to such great lengths!" Sabertooth said greedily grabbing everything I had.
Wolverine could take no more and charged toward Sabertooth. Sabertooth threw me on the ground, away from wolverine as he began to over power him. Sabertooth seemed a little stronger, but based on the progression of his newly healing injuries from tussling from Wolverine, he was not as quick of healer as his brother. The shock of the ground snapped me back to reality. Despite the massive pain I had, I managed to stand and focus my eyes on the two fighting brothers. It took me a minute to recover a little more, just enough to be able to attack, regardless of my body's conditions afterward.
I charged Sabertooth with power that matched his own perfectly.
"Strong little she-beast" Sabertooth growled as I pushed against him, hand to hand.
"Shut up you filthy, ugly animal!" I screeched as I thought of his violation a few minutes ago. The thought have me accelerated power as I threw him to the floor. When he hit, I heard bones in his back breaking from he intense power that I used to throw him with. He howled in pain with several more sharp snaps and crunches that followed his small howling movement.
Mean while, Wolverine had gotten back on his motorcycle, put Gold on his lap and was riding toward us at top speed. He drove by and snatched me, leaving Sabertooth broken in the dust. He was going at least three times faster than when he must have been being "nice" before.
We rode until it was dark and we hadn't seen Sabertooth or anyone else for hours.
"Should we pull over and sleep?" I asked with my voice shaking while lacking its usual confident power.
"Too dangerous Fire. Ima drive all night. You just try n sleep some" Wolverine answered with a deeply protective tone.
We hadn't said much the whole time. We both just understood already what the other felt. I was scared. Everything was just catching up all at once. Such emotional conflict in addition to all my other millions of problems. Is it even necessary to name them all? Being strong is so hard. Wolverine was terrified in his own way. He must have felt beyond enraged. He was storing it up, save it for later. Had to be strong for me right now. Maybe he was a little scared at how intense he felt when he saw Sabertooth do that to me. Maybe he was scared at seeing Sabertooth feel my strange sexual magnetism that seemed to amplify by one hundred since my powers manifested. He could be scared to see how purely evil and self serving people reacted to that it. Scared for what it could mean for my future.
The rattle of the bike was blurring into the background as I tightened my grip around his waist. Before I fell into exhausted unconsciousness I murmured "I hate motorcycles".
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