Another FINALLY chapter. Deeper into the plot.
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A FAMILY AFFAIR
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ch. 7
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"You bloody idiots! I give you a simple task and you can't even," Lord Lensherr stopped, holding his hands up gesturing as though he were strangling the guards that were before him, at the distance he was from them.
He then took a deep breath, calming his anger. "Just continue searching for her. She will turn up soon enough," he ordered, waving his hand in dismissal.
The guards left, but not before bowing in respect to Lord Lensherr.
Lord Lensherr closed his eyes and thought. I should have just had the girl killed and gotten this all over with. He thought, shaking his head while running his fingers through his hair.
Creed stepped out of the shadows behind Lord Lensherr and asked, "Lensherr, should I stick around, in case someone else needs to be killed?" An evil smile carried itself across Creed's face.
Lord Lensherr turned around. "Why Creed, it appears you may be enjoying this whole situation. But to answer your question. Yes, I would appreciate your company, at least until the girl turns up. No telling whom might come and find my plan a little too prematurely. And we couldn't have that now could we?" He finished with a cruel smile.
"Of course not," Creed said.
"Lord Lensherr!" A guard spoke, running into the room suddenly.
"What is it now?" Lord Lensherr asked, turning in disgust to face the several guards that raced inside.
"The King's guards are on their way here!" the guard exclaimed, turning his gaze back to the open door making sure the King's guards were not there yet.
"What? Great, this is all I need. I add a minor rearrangement to my plan and it all crumbles before me," Lord Lensherr said, stopping to think. "Creed I want you and half the guards to hide on the east side I will take the west and we'll have a little surprise for the King's guards when they get here."
Creed nodded with a smile then headed to his ordered position half of the guards followed behind him.
"And Creed," Lord Lensherr said. Creed stopped and looked back at the man that spoke. "No prisoners." Creed smiled, mocked a bow towards Lord Lensherr, and headed out to greet the unexpected guests.
Sir Logan arrived to the Worthington castle with nine of his guards accompanying him.
"This should be less noticeable without as many guards," General Bishop, Sir Logan's second in command and most trusted friend, said.
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Sir Logan stated, "Troops dismount."
The ten dismounted their horses' and tied them to whatever was available. "You four, with me. The rest of you follow General Bishop. Report anything unusual."
In response, they all nodded, eagerly awaiting the unknown that was before them.
Sir Logan smiled, before each time he was about to engage in combat he would smile that very same smile. But few noticed it today as they followed his led, behind him. He waved the other group in.
Inside the castle the lifeless aroma set an uncomfortable feeling amongst the guards. The thoughts of all the possible outcomes of what was about to unfolded sent shivers down most of the men's spine. The anticipation began eating away.
As if he could smell or sense the overwhelming fear, Sir Logan spoke, "Keep on your guard men. If anyone's is still at home we'll find them and deal with it, like always."
"Not this time, runt," a voice echoed the castle, coming from the shadows on Sir Logan's left. Sir Logan growled, knowing the voice.
"You low life, I knew you'd be here. Come on out, bub. Or do you need an advantage against a little man like me?" Sir Logan taunted.
Out of the shadows Creed and four guards followed behind him. "Just like old times, shrimp," Creed said, and unsheathed his sword.
In an instant Sir Logan unsheathed his own sword and was attacking Creed. The guards attacked the opposing side. Swords clashed and blood spilt.
Creed and Logan's swords struck the other like thunder. The clashing was almost defining but to the men that held those swords, it was what they enjoyed more than anything in life. The fight and the blood they spilt from the other. This was what each craved for in life. The final blow that would end this continuing rage and anger against each other. To hear the final beat of the others' heart. How they yearned it.
Before that opening was allowed and the strike to blow both men stopped. Swords crossed the other, inches from flesh. A fatal holler was heard across the room.
Creed and Logan both turned to see what had happened. Lord Lensherr stood in the doorway to the hall. Sword bloody. He smiled in victory. "Creed, it seems more men are on their way. Finish him or retreat," Lord Lensherr ordered.
Sir Logan could hear the horses hooves beating against the ground.
Creed looked at Sir Logan's face. He knew he would not gain any advantage anytime soon. With one final look Creed kicked Logan aside.
The pair retreated. Sir Logan followed once he got but the had already made it to their horses by the time Logan found them. "Yeah, that's right, run. See how far that gets you," Sir Logan threatened. He sheathed his sword and returned to see to his men.
In his group he only lost one man. Took them easily, he thought as ten more of the King's guards appeared.
"Sir Logan, are you okay?" one of the men asked.
"Yep, just fine," he said, moving past them towards where Bishop was suppose to be. He walked in to see six of his guards forming a circle around something.
He felt a cold shiver crawl up his spine. "Move aside men," he ordered, peering to see what was the matter.
"Bishop!" He was immediately at his side. Bishop held his chest as blood flowed out covering his armor and cupped in his hand.
"I…I…I almost…had him," Bishop stated, referring to Lord Lensherr.
"You know almost isn't my favorite word," Logan said, though it was meant to lighten the mood Logan voice didn't hint any humor.
"Well…I got him…on the run…at least," Bishop choked. Blood spilt from his mouth.
"Can't argue there, Bis," Logan agreed. His lips tightened as the anger filled him. His muscles tightened and his gaze was crazed as he thought of the most painful ways he was going to kill Lord Lensherr by.
"Hold on. You've pulled through worse wounds then this," Logan said, regaining his composure.
"I know…but I think I'm…out of my…nine lives," he began coughing uncontrollably.
"No! Bishop! Fight it! You stubborn bastard, fight it," Logan ordered.
Instantly he seemed to obey Sir Logan's order and stopped coughing. Sir Logan picked up Bishop's sword and placed it in Bishop's hand.
"Logan, we'll see…each other someday…in the future and…have more battles…to fight."
"Don't start with the future crap on me. You're going to be fine. You just need to pull through," Logan said, but deep down knowing this was it.
"It's all right…it doesn't…it doesn't hurt anymore," Bishop said and his body went limp.
Sir Logan gritted his teeth. "Bishop!" he said, shaking his corpse. "Noooooooo!" he hollered through the empty chambers of the castle.
Sir Logan got up, desperately trying to hold his anger back. "Wagner, take him back home. I'll be there shortly," Logan said.
Kurt Wagner saluted him and ordered the other guards to help carry him to his horse.
Once they were gone Logan unleashed his anger on any nearby object. Breaking furniture, doors and statues. His outrage came to a halt when his eyes met the painting of Lord Worthington, his wife, and daughter, Marie. He then remembered finding Young Lady Marie and hearing her nightmare of watching her father die.
Sir Logan took a deep breathe and swore that he would avenge Bishop and take care of Lady Marie. He left the castle and headed back to bury Bishop.
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Sorry for the delay. Other stories in progress. As always review…please. And be kind and check out my new co-fic with Brakish on X-Men Evolution called X-Duds.
I was originally going to have this fiction be just about Rogue and Remy but as you can see my inspiration has taken me deeper into this story. Don't worry I think we're two chapters away from the Rogue/Remy encounter depending on my inspiration.
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A FAMILY AFFAIR
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ch. 7
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"You bloody idiots! I give you a simple task and you can't even," Lord Lensherr stopped, holding his hands up gesturing as though he were strangling the guards that were before him, at the distance he was from them.
He then took a deep breath, calming his anger. "Just continue searching for her. She will turn up soon enough," he ordered, waving his hand in dismissal.
The guards left, but not before bowing in respect to Lord Lensherr.
Lord Lensherr closed his eyes and thought. I should have just had the girl killed and gotten this all over with. He thought, shaking his head while running his fingers through his hair.
Creed stepped out of the shadows behind Lord Lensherr and asked, "Lensherr, should I stick around, in case someone else needs to be killed?" An evil smile carried itself across Creed's face.
Lord Lensherr turned around. "Why Creed, it appears you may be enjoying this whole situation. But to answer your question. Yes, I would appreciate your company, at least until the girl turns up. No telling whom might come and find my plan a little too prematurely. And we couldn't have that now could we?" He finished with a cruel smile.
"Of course not," Creed said.
"Lord Lensherr!" A guard spoke, running into the room suddenly.
"What is it now?" Lord Lensherr asked, turning in disgust to face the several guards that raced inside.
"The King's guards are on their way here!" the guard exclaimed, turning his gaze back to the open door making sure the King's guards were not there yet.
"What? Great, this is all I need. I add a minor rearrangement to my plan and it all crumbles before me," Lord Lensherr said, stopping to think. "Creed I want you and half the guards to hide on the east side I will take the west and we'll have a little surprise for the King's guards when they get here."
Creed nodded with a smile then headed to his ordered position half of the guards followed behind him.
"And Creed," Lord Lensherr said. Creed stopped and looked back at the man that spoke. "No prisoners." Creed smiled, mocked a bow towards Lord Lensherr, and headed out to greet the unexpected guests.
Sir Logan arrived to the Worthington castle with nine of his guards accompanying him.
"This should be less noticeable without as many guards," General Bishop, Sir Logan's second in command and most trusted friend, said.
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Sir Logan stated, "Troops dismount."
The ten dismounted their horses' and tied them to whatever was available. "You four, with me. The rest of you follow General Bishop. Report anything unusual."
In response, they all nodded, eagerly awaiting the unknown that was before them.
Sir Logan smiled, before each time he was about to engage in combat he would smile that very same smile. But few noticed it today as they followed his led, behind him. He waved the other group in.
Inside the castle the lifeless aroma set an uncomfortable feeling amongst the guards. The thoughts of all the possible outcomes of what was about to unfolded sent shivers down most of the men's spine. The anticipation began eating away.
As if he could smell or sense the overwhelming fear, Sir Logan spoke, "Keep on your guard men. If anyone's is still at home we'll find them and deal with it, like always."
"Not this time, runt," a voice echoed the castle, coming from the shadows on Sir Logan's left. Sir Logan growled, knowing the voice.
"You low life, I knew you'd be here. Come on out, bub. Or do you need an advantage against a little man like me?" Sir Logan taunted.
Out of the shadows Creed and four guards followed behind him. "Just like old times, shrimp," Creed said, and unsheathed his sword.
In an instant Sir Logan unsheathed his own sword and was attacking Creed. The guards attacked the opposing side. Swords clashed and blood spilt.
Creed and Logan's swords struck the other like thunder. The clashing was almost defining but to the men that held those swords, it was what they enjoyed more than anything in life. The fight and the blood they spilt from the other. This was what each craved for in life. The final blow that would end this continuing rage and anger against each other. To hear the final beat of the others' heart. How they yearned it.
Before that opening was allowed and the strike to blow both men stopped. Swords crossed the other, inches from flesh. A fatal holler was heard across the room.
Creed and Logan both turned to see what had happened. Lord Lensherr stood in the doorway to the hall. Sword bloody. He smiled in victory. "Creed, it seems more men are on their way. Finish him or retreat," Lord Lensherr ordered.
Sir Logan could hear the horses hooves beating against the ground.
Creed looked at Sir Logan's face. He knew he would not gain any advantage anytime soon. With one final look Creed kicked Logan aside.
The pair retreated. Sir Logan followed once he got but the had already made it to their horses by the time Logan found them. "Yeah, that's right, run. See how far that gets you," Sir Logan threatened. He sheathed his sword and returned to see to his men.
In his group he only lost one man. Took them easily, he thought as ten more of the King's guards appeared.
"Sir Logan, are you okay?" one of the men asked.
"Yep, just fine," he said, moving past them towards where Bishop was suppose to be. He walked in to see six of his guards forming a circle around something.
He felt a cold shiver crawl up his spine. "Move aside men," he ordered, peering to see what was the matter.
"Bishop!" He was immediately at his side. Bishop held his chest as blood flowed out covering his armor and cupped in his hand.
"I…I…I almost…had him," Bishop stated, referring to Lord Lensherr.
"You know almost isn't my favorite word," Logan said, though it was meant to lighten the mood Logan voice didn't hint any humor.
"Well…I got him…on the run…at least," Bishop choked. Blood spilt from his mouth.
"Can't argue there, Bis," Logan agreed. His lips tightened as the anger filled him. His muscles tightened and his gaze was crazed as he thought of the most painful ways he was going to kill Lord Lensherr by.
"Hold on. You've pulled through worse wounds then this," Logan said, regaining his composure.
"I know…but I think I'm…out of my…nine lives," he began coughing uncontrollably.
"No! Bishop! Fight it! You stubborn bastard, fight it," Logan ordered.
Instantly he seemed to obey Sir Logan's order and stopped coughing. Sir Logan picked up Bishop's sword and placed it in Bishop's hand.
"Logan, we'll see…each other someday…in the future and…have more battles…to fight."
"Don't start with the future crap on me. You're going to be fine. You just need to pull through," Logan said, but deep down knowing this was it.
"It's all right…it doesn't…it doesn't hurt anymore," Bishop said and his body went limp.
Sir Logan gritted his teeth. "Bishop!" he said, shaking his corpse. "Noooooooo!" he hollered through the empty chambers of the castle.
Sir Logan got up, desperately trying to hold his anger back. "Wagner, take him back home. I'll be there shortly," Logan said.
Kurt Wagner saluted him and ordered the other guards to help carry him to his horse.
Once they were gone Logan unleashed his anger on any nearby object. Breaking furniture, doors and statues. His outrage came to a halt when his eyes met the painting of Lord Worthington, his wife, and daughter, Marie. He then remembered finding Young Lady Marie and hearing her nightmare of watching her father die.
Sir Logan took a deep breathe and swore that he would avenge Bishop and take care of Lady Marie. He left the castle and headed back to bury Bishop.
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Sorry for the delay. Other stories in progress. As always review…please. And be kind and check out my new co-fic with Brakish on X-Men Evolution called X-Duds.
I was originally going to have this fiction be just about Rogue and Remy but as you can see my inspiration has taken me deeper into this story. Don't worry I think we're two chapters away from the Rogue/Remy encounter depending on my inspiration.