5:00 in the morning at the X-mansion.... all is peaceful.... quiet...
Suddenly somthig zips across a fading patch of moonlight.
Somewhere off in the distance a dog barks.
The figure can be heard humming his own theme music as he stalkes up the stairs
hugging the shadows.
Slowly he approaches a door. He sniffs the air.
"mmmmmmmmmmmm... vanila cream..." He wispers.
Pushing on the door he enters.
HE can see his prey laying in bed.... stil asleep...
Walking softly towards it he smiles inwardly.....
He fails to hear the closet door slowly slide back and another figure approach him from
behind... so intent is he on his "mission"
He reaches for the covers ready to rip them off teh silent figure nesteled deep in the bed.
His hand closes around the material as he chuckels to himself.
The stalker exhales and tightens his grip on the fabric.
3
2
1
"Hi Logan!!!!!!"
Logan releases his hold on the fabric and jumps high int the air like a scared rabbit.
THe woman waits for him to land but he doesn't for some odd reason.
She shuffels over to the light switch and flickes it on.
She glances up towards the cealing....
There is logan caught in the cealing fan rotating slowly as it gains momentum.
The woman runs and grabs a polaroid camera off her dresser.
ClICK went the camera
"MARIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" HOweled Logan waking up the rest of
the mansion.
Marie grabbed the still developing photo and ran out of the room.
"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE.... NO WAIT DON'T SHOW THAT TO ANYBODY..... MARIE GET BACK HERE...."
WHAM! Logan plumeted to the floor and took off after a laughing Marie.
"come and get me Logan!" Marie laughed as she bolted towards the rec-room.
"When i get my hands on you......"
THUD.
"damn wall..." Logan muttered as he extracted himself from a Logan shaped dent in the wood.
and continued his chace....
He tore around the corner into the rec-room. HE skidded to a halt as heard the howels of laughter
from what had to have been 3/4 of the kids and staff in the mansion.
For what seemed like an eternity they just stared at each other blinking every now and then
finally Scott broke the scilence.
"Nice bit of cealing fan art you got there Rogue."
Logan snatched the photo from Scott and looked at it. there he was clutching frantically at
the post that the fan hung from his legs dangling down and a look of complete and utter
terror on his face. (How anybody's eyes could get so big is still a guess.)
So much for the bad ass Wolverine.
Suddenly somthig zips across a fading patch of moonlight.
Somewhere off in the distance a dog barks.
The figure can be heard humming his own theme music as he stalkes up the stairs
hugging the shadows.
Slowly he approaches a door. He sniffs the air.
"mmmmmmmmmmmm... vanila cream..." He wispers.
Pushing on the door he enters.
HE can see his prey laying in bed.... stil asleep...
Walking softly towards it he smiles inwardly.....
He fails to hear the closet door slowly slide back and another figure approach him from
behind... so intent is he on his "mission"
He reaches for the covers ready to rip them off teh silent figure nesteled deep in the bed.
His hand closes around the material as he chuckels to himself.
The stalker exhales and tightens his grip on the fabric.
3
2
1
"Hi Logan!!!!!!"
Logan releases his hold on the fabric and jumps high int the air like a scared rabbit.
THe woman waits for him to land but he doesn't for some odd reason.
She shuffels over to the light switch and flickes it on.
She glances up towards the cealing....
There is logan caught in the cealing fan rotating slowly as it gains momentum.
The woman runs and grabs a polaroid camera off her dresser.
ClICK went the camera
"MARIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" HOweled Logan waking up the rest of
the mansion.
Marie grabbed the still developing photo and ran out of the room.
"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE.... NO WAIT DON'T SHOW THAT TO ANYBODY..... MARIE GET BACK HERE...."
WHAM! Logan plumeted to the floor and took off after a laughing Marie.
"come and get me Logan!" Marie laughed as she bolted towards the rec-room.
"When i get my hands on you......"
THUD.
"damn wall..." Logan muttered as he extracted himself from a Logan shaped dent in the wood.
and continued his chace....
He tore around the corner into the rec-room. HE skidded to a halt as heard the howels of laughter
from what had to have been 3/4 of the kids and staff in the mansion.
For what seemed like an eternity they just stared at each other blinking every now and then
finally Scott broke the scilence.
"Nice bit of cealing fan art you got there Rogue."
Logan snatched the photo from Scott and looked at it. there he was clutching frantically at
the post that the fan hung from his legs dangling down and a look of complete and utter
terror on his face. (How anybody's eyes could get so big is still a guess.)
So much for the bad ass Wolverine.