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Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Chapter 4
The young mutant peaked his head out from the protection of his arms, the angry man was gone.
Maybe he'd been abandoned.
There was a draft coming in from the slash down the wall, he sniffed and blinked away a tear.
His head was full of bad stuff and he felt a little angry himself.
He wanted his mom but he couldn't even remember what she looked like now.
He remembered water, tanks and a few other bad bits.
He was never taking a bath ever again. He was afraid that he'd never wake
up. His body was exhausted even though he'd been getting carried everywhere.
His tail was numb and he was having problems standing so he stayed sitting in the corner of the cot.
How old did this guy think he was?
He wasn't a baby.
He was seven, just a very short seven year old.
Right now he didn't feel seven, he felt cold and tired- almost old.
The large drowning jumper kept him slightly warm but not much, it was wet from the water that had soaked his fur in that damn tank / bath thing.
The draft from the hole in the wall and the damp jumper were going to give him a chill but the chemicals in his system pulled him into a weakened sleep of nightmares and fear.
He slept curled in a little ball, his tail was unable to wrap round his waist anymore, and it was too numb so it just lay limply.
The angry man hadn't given him a blanket.
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The announcer was a man who just reeked of confidence, he didn't seem to realise that this was a small time illegal 'Cage arena.' He made it sound like it was on live television.
"In the left corner we have Mike Daniel's the 'Krushing Killer' and in the right corner we have" he looked at the card in his hand; it only had one name," 'The Wolverine!'"
The people cheered and roared for blood, Logan was glad to oblige the pathetic mob.
Summing up his opponent; the man was taller than him, a few muscles but nothing spectacular, a pair of knuckle-dusters, which wouldn't do swat against Wolverines healing ability and a shock of badly dyed blond hair.
This man was Wolverine fodder.
A bell sounded to begin, Wolverine staying still and leaning casually against the metal cage wall with a huge stolen cigar in his mouth.
The other mans temper was frayed by the out right confidence that Wolverine deliberately showed.
Using two fingers to evict the large, almost comical, cigar from his arrogant grinning jaws -Wolverine stubbed it out with his bare feet.
He still didn't have shoes but his opponent looked like he had the right size of feet so that was going to be rectified in the next five minutes.
Mike threw the first punch, predictably at Wolverines face but the trained soldier ducked and pulled up his own fist to connect with his foolish opponents stomach. Mike stumbled backwards and forced himself to stand up correctly, he grabbed for Wolverines arm.
Gripping and twist the arm, aiming to break it no doubt, he started kicking Wolverine continually in the stomach until he finally felt like he'd punished the arrogant man enough.
Wolverine dropped to the floor, hiding a grin, his dog tags nearly touching the floor of the cage, he pretended to be finished.
Mike roared to the crowds and it acted as a cue, Wolverine got up just as Mike turned to face him again.
"Biggest mistake of your life, Bub" a feral grin on his face.
Wolverine pulled back his fist and punched Mike in the face, sending him flying to the floor and clattering into the bars of the cage. Mike held his face with two hands, trying to protect it.
Wolverine approached and repaid the dept by kicking and punching Mike into the ground, his animalistic temper enjoying its full control.
The blur of the audiences cheers fuelled his hatred, the smells, the exhaustion, the memories all meshing into one seriously pissed off Wolverine.
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Plz review!
Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Chapter 4
The young mutant peaked his head out from the protection of his arms, the angry man was gone.
Maybe he'd been abandoned.
There was a draft coming in from the slash down the wall, he sniffed and blinked away a tear.
His head was full of bad stuff and he felt a little angry himself.
He wanted his mom but he couldn't even remember what she looked like now.
He remembered water, tanks and a few other bad bits.
He was never taking a bath ever again. He was afraid that he'd never wake
up. His body was exhausted even though he'd been getting carried everywhere.
His tail was numb and he was having problems standing so he stayed sitting in the corner of the cot.
How old did this guy think he was?
He wasn't a baby.
He was seven, just a very short seven year old.
Right now he didn't feel seven, he felt cold and tired- almost old.
The large drowning jumper kept him slightly warm but not much, it was wet from the water that had soaked his fur in that damn tank / bath thing.
The draft from the hole in the wall and the damp jumper were going to give him a chill but the chemicals in his system pulled him into a weakened sleep of nightmares and fear.
He slept curled in a little ball, his tail was unable to wrap round his waist anymore, and it was too numb so it just lay limply.
The angry man hadn't given him a blanket.
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The announcer was a man who just reeked of confidence, he didn't seem to realise that this was a small time illegal 'Cage arena.' He made it sound like it was on live television.
"In the left corner we have Mike Daniel's the 'Krushing Killer' and in the right corner we have" he looked at the card in his hand; it only had one name," 'The Wolverine!'"
The people cheered and roared for blood, Logan was glad to oblige the pathetic mob.
Summing up his opponent; the man was taller than him, a few muscles but nothing spectacular, a pair of knuckle-dusters, which wouldn't do swat against Wolverines healing ability and a shock of badly dyed blond hair.
This man was Wolverine fodder.
A bell sounded to begin, Wolverine staying still and leaning casually against the metal cage wall with a huge stolen cigar in his mouth.
The other mans temper was frayed by the out right confidence that Wolverine deliberately showed.
Using two fingers to evict the large, almost comical, cigar from his arrogant grinning jaws -Wolverine stubbed it out with his bare feet.
He still didn't have shoes but his opponent looked like he had the right size of feet so that was going to be rectified in the next five minutes.
Mike threw the first punch, predictably at Wolverines face but the trained soldier ducked and pulled up his own fist to connect with his foolish opponents stomach. Mike stumbled backwards and forced himself to stand up correctly, he grabbed for Wolverines arm.
Gripping and twist the arm, aiming to break it no doubt, he started kicking Wolverine continually in the stomach until he finally felt like he'd punished the arrogant man enough.
Wolverine dropped to the floor, hiding a grin, his dog tags nearly touching the floor of the cage, he pretended to be finished.
Mike roared to the crowds and it acted as a cue, Wolverine got up just as Mike turned to face him again.
"Biggest mistake of your life, Bub" a feral grin on his face.
Wolverine pulled back his fist and punched Mike in the face, sending him flying to the floor and clattering into the bars of the cage. Mike held his face with two hands, trying to protect it.
Wolverine approached and repaid the dept by kicking and punching Mike into the ground, his animalistic temper enjoying its full control.
The blur of the audiences cheers fuelled his hatred, the smells, the exhaustion, the memories all meshing into one seriously pissed off Wolverine.
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Plz review!
