Logan shot up, his hear pounding and beads of sweat pouring down his face. He searched the loft for anything that could be considered a threat but found nothing. He turned to his right to see if Brandy was alright, she slept soundly beside him. Everything appeared completely secure, but Logan was unconvinced and decided to investigate further.
Swiftly and silently Logan launched out of bed and down the stairs. He wiped his head around at the bottom of the stairs scanning the open living area for the enemy, but still nothing. He sighed, partially in relief but mainly in disappointment - he'd been prepared, and kind of hoping for a fight. All he got was a beer.
Brandy woke up when she felt Logan get out of bed. She heard him creep down the stairs so she knew that he was out of the room; but she still felt as though someone, or something, was close by. She pulled back her ears, straining to hear any movement or breathing. But Brandy got no confirmation...until she felt the soft touch of a furry paw-like hand.
Logan turned around swiftly, beer still in hand, at the sound of his name. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not. Then he heard it again, it was Brandy sighing his name. Within a minute he had dropped his beer and flown up the stairs. He knew this night had been too good to be true, he had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Not to mention, his instinct of an enemy presence was never wrong.
The paw moved Brandy's black and red-orange hair out of her face and gently rubbed her cheek. At first Brandy thought that she should just pop her claws and stab the creature, but then she realized that she would be going into a situation almost completely blind. She figured she should call on Logan for some help, but she had to make sure not to make the enemy suspicious. So Brandy softly sighed Logan's name out loud, hoping he'd hear it; and then again just for good measure.
"Hold it right there, bub," Logan called from the shadows, "Git yer hands off the lady."
"And if I don't," the crawled growled.
Schink! Out popped the claws. The furry creature spun on his heels towards Logan, ready for the attack. Needless to say he was surprised when he felt sharp, cold metal claws enter the sides of his neck. And as the creature reared back in pain Logan recognized the mutant as Sabertooth, the one he had fought with not more than two years ago.
Sabertooth threw his arms behind him and reached for his attacker. He grabbed Brandy by the back of the neck and pulled her off of him. He lifted her high until they were face to face. He cocked his head to one side and growled in curiosity, as he looked her over. He had no idea what to make of this pretty, young creature that had just so viciously attacked him.
"What the hell are you lookin' at," Brandy questioned threateningly. Sabertooth's eyes widened in surprise at how fearless the woman seemed. Brandy didn't wait for the man's surprise to turn into anger so she seized the moment and drove one of her clawed fists into his side.
Logan just stood there in shock; he had not expected Brandy to attack. He was amazed that she could fight so well and ruthlessly, it was as though she had been trained in hand to hand combat. Logan hated to admit it but he was a little frightened and turned on by Brandy's ferocity.
After Brandy dug her claws into Sabertooth's side he was through being curious or confused, he was pissed. He still had Brandy by the neck so he lifted her up and away from him and roared in her faced. He then shook her violently and then tossed her against the side wall like a rag doll where she collapsed in a heap.
The thud of Brandy's body against the wall snapped Logan out of his trance and into action. He quickly popped his claws and charged Sabertooth from the side while the hairy creature was still looking over at Brandy's. Sabertooth was therefore caught off guard and fell on his face with Logan landing on top of him with his claws dug into Sabertooth's back.
The two men took turns clawing and punching each other. They tore around the room breaking just about everything in the upper part of the loft until they both almost collapsed in exhaustion on opposing sides of the room.
Logan got up first, but he stayed in a crouching position as he moved towards the seemingly unconscious Sabertooth. Logan smiled at his victory as he stood up, stepped over Sabertooth, and walked towards Brandy's lifeless body. Logan bent over Brandy's body to check for any signs of breathing or movement of any kind through his large T-shirt and her black panties that she was wearing. But before he could get clear reading he felt something clamp down on the back of his neck and lift him off the ground.
Sabertooth dug his nails further into Logan's throat causing tiny drops of blood to dribble down his neck. Logan thrashed his body about and flailed his legs in surprise and a desperate attempt to breath. Sabertooth didn't bother to continue this form of torturous entertain and instead just threw Logan towards the stairs.
Logan crashed onto the railing separating the top of the loft from the bottom some seven feet below. Logan lay on the floor at the edge of the platform, semi-conscious, as Sabertooth strolled over to his limp body.
Sabertooth smirked. "Great girl ya got there. Thanks for the tussle, runt," he sneered as he kicked Logan hard in the stomach. Logan fell off the ledge and landed on the bottom floor with a thud, knocking him full unconscious.
Swiftly and silently Logan launched out of bed and down the stairs. He wiped his head around at the bottom of the stairs scanning the open living area for the enemy, but still nothing. He sighed, partially in relief but mainly in disappointment - he'd been prepared, and kind of hoping for a fight. All he got was a beer.
Brandy woke up when she felt Logan get out of bed. She heard him creep down the stairs so she knew that he was out of the room; but she still felt as though someone, or something, was close by. She pulled back her ears, straining to hear any movement or breathing. But Brandy got no confirmation...until she felt the soft touch of a furry paw-like hand.
Logan turned around swiftly, beer still in hand, at the sound of his name. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not. Then he heard it again, it was Brandy sighing his name. Within a minute he had dropped his beer and flown up the stairs. He knew this night had been too good to be true, he had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Not to mention, his instinct of an enemy presence was never wrong.
The paw moved Brandy's black and red-orange hair out of her face and gently rubbed her cheek. At first Brandy thought that she should just pop her claws and stab the creature, but then she realized that she would be going into a situation almost completely blind. She figured she should call on Logan for some help, but she had to make sure not to make the enemy suspicious. So Brandy softly sighed Logan's name out loud, hoping he'd hear it; and then again just for good measure.
"Hold it right there, bub," Logan called from the shadows, "Git yer hands off the lady."
"And if I don't," the crawled growled.
Schink! Out popped the claws. The furry creature spun on his heels towards Logan, ready for the attack. Needless to say he was surprised when he felt sharp, cold metal claws enter the sides of his neck. And as the creature reared back in pain Logan recognized the mutant as Sabertooth, the one he had fought with not more than two years ago.
Sabertooth threw his arms behind him and reached for his attacker. He grabbed Brandy by the back of the neck and pulled her off of him. He lifted her high until they were face to face. He cocked his head to one side and growled in curiosity, as he looked her over. He had no idea what to make of this pretty, young creature that had just so viciously attacked him.
"What the hell are you lookin' at," Brandy questioned threateningly. Sabertooth's eyes widened in surprise at how fearless the woman seemed. Brandy didn't wait for the man's surprise to turn into anger so she seized the moment and drove one of her clawed fists into his side.
Logan just stood there in shock; he had not expected Brandy to attack. He was amazed that she could fight so well and ruthlessly, it was as though she had been trained in hand to hand combat. Logan hated to admit it but he was a little frightened and turned on by Brandy's ferocity.
After Brandy dug her claws into Sabertooth's side he was through being curious or confused, he was pissed. He still had Brandy by the neck so he lifted her up and away from him and roared in her faced. He then shook her violently and then tossed her against the side wall like a rag doll where she collapsed in a heap.
The thud of Brandy's body against the wall snapped Logan out of his trance and into action. He quickly popped his claws and charged Sabertooth from the side while the hairy creature was still looking over at Brandy's. Sabertooth was therefore caught off guard and fell on his face with Logan landing on top of him with his claws dug into Sabertooth's back.
The two men took turns clawing and punching each other. They tore around the room breaking just about everything in the upper part of the loft until they both almost collapsed in exhaustion on opposing sides of the room.
Logan got up first, but he stayed in a crouching position as he moved towards the seemingly unconscious Sabertooth. Logan smiled at his victory as he stood up, stepped over Sabertooth, and walked towards Brandy's lifeless body. Logan bent over Brandy's body to check for any signs of breathing or movement of any kind through his large T-shirt and her black panties that she was wearing. But before he could get clear reading he felt something clamp down on the back of his neck and lift him off the ground.
Sabertooth dug his nails further into Logan's throat causing tiny drops of blood to dribble down his neck. Logan thrashed his body about and flailed his legs in surprise and a desperate attempt to breath. Sabertooth didn't bother to continue this form of torturous entertain and instead just threw Logan towards the stairs.
Logan crashed onto the railing separating the top of the loft from the bottom some seven feet below. Logan lay on the floor at the edge of the platform, semi-conscious, as Sabertooth strolled over to his limp body.
Sabertooth smirked. "Great girl ya got there. Thanks for the tussle, runt," he sneered as he kicked Logan hard in the stomach. Logan fell off the ledge and landed on the bottom floor with a thud, knocking him full unconscious.