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Vengeance
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When Logan stepped out into the alley, the man he was following stopped and began lighting up another cigarette. Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the old brick building. "So, why'd ya do it?" He asked casually.
The man spun around nervously, but tried to hide it. He furrowed his brows and glared at Logan. "Do what?" He spat, recognizing him from the bar.
Logan shrugged, stepping away from the wall slightly. "Why'd ya kill those folks?"
The dirty man's eyes widened and he stepped toward Logan, pulling a switchblade from his pocket and sticking it to his chest. "Look Mac, you jus' keep yore fuckin' mouth shut, y'here me boy?!"
Logan just laughed. 'This is amusing, you think *you* can threaten me?'
"You jus' keep laughin' buddy. We'll see how funny it is when yore guts are decoratin' the sidewalk!" As if to emphasize his words, maybe as a scare tactic, the man slashed the knife across Logan's chest, drawing a fair amount of blood.
Logan didn't even flinch. He growled, the terror obvious in the other man's eyes as the wound healed itself. He smacked the knife out of the bastard's hand, then pinned him up against the wall with his hand on the man's throat. Logan unsheathed his claws, pressing the backs of them up against the guy's face. "Wanna see how funny it is ta have *your* guts splattered across the sidewalk bub?!?!"
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Back at the mansion, Cadaver, Storm, and Rogue sat in the rec room watching tv. Rogue had put Rosie down for another nap before joining the other two.
"Did she go right to sleep Rogue?" Cadaver asked the girl as she sat down on the opposite chair.
She nodded. "Yeah, I guess she was pretty tired. Me and Bobby had her bouncin' all around earlier." Rogue smiled.
"What happened with John, Rogue? I thought he was with you two." Storm asked, flipping to the news channel. Suddenly she noticed the reporter on the news was talking about the murder. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth and looked at Cadaver's saddened expression. "Oh, I'm sorry..." Ororo quickly changed the channel.
Cadaver half smiled. "It's ok. I trust Logan will find the one responcible soon."
The others just nodded and returned to some movie on the tv, hoping he was right. Such crimes should not go without punishment, especially such a brutal murder.
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Jean was back in the med lab, pacing back and forth nervously. She wondered if Logan had found the murderer, or if he had already done something about it. 'What if something went wrong? What if he was hurt? Why am I worrying so much? Logan can take care of himself.'
Jean considered calling Logan's communicator, hoping he took it with him, and asking how things were going with his little 'investigation'. She dismissed that, figuring if might do more trouble than good, and left the med lab to find something else to busy herself with.
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The man held fear in his eyes as Logan kept him pinned to the wall. He finally allowed the bastard to drop to the ground, whining like a little baby.
"Oh man, oh man, p-please man, c'mon, don't KILL me!" He bellowed.
Logan unsheathed his claws, shaking his head in disgust. "I won't...maybe. Jus' tell me bub, why'd ya do it?!" He had to keep himself from growling, and tearing the man's head off.
The guy brushed off his already dirty clothes and shakily got to his feet. "The kid, they're kid, I s-saw her. Sh-she's a filthy mutie!"
Smart man that guy was. He just blatantly stated himself as a mutant hater infront of a guy who was a mutant himself, and could literally tear him limb from limb. Logan spat at the other man's feet. He squinted in the dimness of a street light and stared at the killer. "Who are you anyway?"
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Jean found herself keeping busy, just sitting outside the mansion's grounds, sitting on a bench to overlook the basketball court. Thoughts of Logan still ran through her mind; what he was doing, if he was safe, if he'd found the murderer, if he'd done anything about it himself.
"Uh, Jean?"
She turned around, hearing a soft familiar voice behind her. It was Rogue. Jean smiled at the girl as she walked toward her, sitting down on the bench. "Hello Rogue."
The girl bit her lip and stared at her feet.
Jean furrowed her eyebrows and gently put a hand on Rogue's shoulder. "Rogue? Is something wrong? Have you heard from Logan?"
Rogue could sense Jean's feelings towards Logan. She knew the concern she felt for him, the love...but was it the long lasting, forever type of love? Or was it just a family, or close friend sort of love. She needed to know. It wasn't because of her crush on Logan, that was pretty much over with. It was because Logan was Rogue's friend, someone she cared for very deeply, someone who protected her, and she didn't want Jean to hurt him.
Rogue looked up at Jean with a smile to ease her concerns. "No. It's nothing like that, nothing's wrong. I was just-...I was just wondering...do you-? I mean-...are you and Scott-?"
Jean nodded, almost with a frown. She knew, even without prying, what Rogue had been trying to say. She scratched the back of her neck absently and looked into Rogue's eyes. "I...love Scott Rogue...but I care for Logan. He...he does mean a lot to me, almost in the same way he means alot to you." Jean paused, looking for the right words.
Rogue nodded. "I see the way he looks at you, when you're with Scott. He looks...hurt." Her eyes sadened and she looked at Jean, needing truth, reassurance. "I don't want him tah hurt Jean."
"I know, neither do I." Jean knew she had to make a decision, Scott or Logan. It wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Scott was away for a few days, taking some of the students to Washington D.C. for an educational field trip. He didn't even know about Rosie or Cadaver, or even the murders yet. Did he really need to be there to witness his girlfriend's concerns for Logan?
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Vengeance
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When Logan stepped out into the alley, the man he was following stopped and began lighting up another cigarette. Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the old brick building. "So, why'd ya do it?" He asked casually.
The man spun around nervously, but tried to hide it. He furrowed his brows and glared at Logan. "Do what?" He spat, recognizing him from the bar.
Logan shrugged, stepping away from the wall slightly. "Why'd ya kill those folks?"
The dirty man's eyes widened and he stepped toward Logan, pulling a switchblade from his pocket and sticking it to his chest. "Look Mac, you jus' keep yore fuckin' mouth shut, y'here me boy?!"
Logan just laughed. 'This is amusing, you think *you* can threaten me?'
"You jus' keep laughin' buddy. We'll see how funny it is when yore guts are decoratin' the sidewalk!" As if to emphasize his words, maybe as a scare tactic, the man slashed the knife across Logan's chest, drawing a fair amount of blood.
Logan didn't even flinch. He growled, the terror obvious in the other man's eyes as the wound healed itself. He smacked the knife out of the bastard's hand, then pinned him up against the wall with his hand on the man's throat. Logan unsheathed his claws, pressing the backs of them up against the guy's face. "Wanna see how funny it is ta have *your* guts splattered across the sidewalk bub?!?!"
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Back at the mansion, Cadaver, Storm, and Rogue sat in the rec room watching tv. Rogue had put Rosie down for another nap before joining the other two.
"Did she go right to sleep Rogue?" Cadaver asked the girl as she sat down on the opposite chair.
She nodded. "Yeah, I guess she was pretty tired. Me and Bobby had her bouncin' all around earlier." Rogue smiled.
"What happened with John, Rogue? I thought he was with you two." Storm asked, flipping to the news channel. Suddenly she noticed the reporter on the news was talking about the murder. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth and looked at Cadaver's saddened expression. "Oh, I'm sorry..." Ororo quickly changed the channel.
Cadaver half smiled. "It's ok. I trust Logan will find the one responcible soon."
The others just nodded and returned to some movie on the tv, hoping he was right. Such crimes should not go without punishment, especially such a brutal murder.
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Jean was back in the med lab, pacing back and forth nervously. She wondered if Logan had found the murderer, or if he had already done something about it. 'What if something went wrong? What if he was hurt? Why am I worrying so much? Logan can take care of himself.'
Jean considered calling Logan's communicator, hoping he took it with him, and asking how things were going with his little 'investigation'. She dismissed that, figuring if might do more trouble than good, and left the med lab to find something else to busy herself with.
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The man held fear in his eyes as Logan kept him pinned to the wall. He finally allowed the bastard to drop to the ground, whining like a little baby.
"Oh man, oh man, p-please man, c'mon, don't KILL me!" He bellowed.
Logan unsheathed his claws, shaking his head in disgust. "I won't...maybe. Jus' tell me bub, why'd ya do it?!" He had to keep himself from growling, and tearing the man's head off.
The guy brushed off his already dirty clothes and shakily got to his feet. "The kid, they're kid, I s-saw her. Sh-she's a filthy mutie!"
Smart man that guy was. He just blatantly stated himself as a mutant hater infront of a guy who was a mutant himself, and could literally tear him limb from limb. Logan spat at the other man's feet. He squinted in the dimness of a street light and stared at the killer. "Who are you anyway?"
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Jean found herself keeping busy, just sitting outside the mansion's grounds, sitting on a bench to overlook the basketball court. Thoughts of Logan still ran through her mind; what he was doing, if he was safe, if he'd found the murderer, if he'd done anything about it himself.
"Uh, Jean?"
She turned around, hearing a soft familiar voice behind her. It was Rogue. Jean smiled at the girl as she walked toward her, sitting down on the bench. "Hello Rogue."
The girl bit her lip and stared at her feet.
Jean furrowed her eyebrows and gently put a hand on Rogue's shoulder. "Rogue? Is something wrong? Have you heard from Logan?"
Rogue could sense Jean's feelings towards Logan. She knew the concern she felt for him, the love...but was it the long lasting, forever type of love? Or was it just a family, or close friend sort of love. She needed to know. It wasn't because of her crush on Logan, that was pretty much over with. It was because Logan was Rogue's friend, someone she cared for very deeply, someone who protected her, and she didn't want Jean to hurt him.
Rogue looked up at Jean with a smile to ease her concerns. "No. It's nothing like that, nothing's wrong. I was just-...I was just wondering...do you-? I mean-...are you and Scott-?"
Jean nodded, almost with a frown. She knew, even without prying, what Rogue had been trying to say. She scratched the back of her neck absently and looked into Rogue's eyes. "I...love Scott Rogue...but I care for Logan. He...he does mean a lot to me, almost in the same way he means alot to you." Jean paused, looking for the right words.
Rogue nodded. "I see the way he looks at you, when you're with Scott. He looks...hurt." Her eyes sadened and she looked at Jean, needing truth, reassurance. "I don't want him tah hurt Jean."
"I know, neither do I." Jean knew she had to make a decision, Scott or Logan. It wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Scott was away for a few days, taking some of the students to Washington D.C. for an educational field trip. He didn't even know about Rosie or Cadaver, or even the murders yet. Did he really need to be there to witness his girlfriend's concerns for Logan?
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