The Wolverine within the Logan: The Beast within the Beauty
Chapter 7: Not too Far
It had been a long year since Wolverine had been to Xavier's School, and they had done some remodeling. Specifically, they had moved the garage that held the countless, priceless cars that the X-men used on their missions, and. . . all of Cyke's bikes. He grinned, his eyes betraying his mischievous nature. His spirits lifted at the thought of the "good guy" waking up tomorrow and finding his precious bike gone.
Wolverine's sharp eyes took a quick look around, his head clear now that he wasn't overwhelmed with Jubilee's scent. He caught a whiff of motor oil, and without a second thought, he was running at full speed towards the smell. He was too dangerous; he could not stay here any longer.
The door to the garage was unlocked, after all there was no point in locking it, no one would try to steal one of Xavier's cars. Wolverine barged in, and screeched to a stop. He had always loved this part. He walked up and down the rows of gleaming, radiant motorcycles, and looked each one carefully over. He then spotted a strange shape covered in a gray, ratty blanket. Wolverine smiled with curiosity, and drew back the protective cover. He stood there and gazed at the perfect motorcycle that was right there in front of him in wonder. His new ride.
Her cold, metallic beauty almost took his breath away. She was black, but she glimmered blue in the harsh over lights. She was new; Wolverine could tell by a simple sniff she had never been ridden. Out of all these beautiful bikes, she was their queen. Wolverine spotted it right away, her arrogance. She knew she was a beaut.
He gently ran his hands over her handlebars, and he could feel her strength. This was one bike that he would love riding. He almost pitied that Cyke would never get to ride her, almost.
He looked around, and seeing no key, hefted his leg over the bike, and used a claw to get her started. She roared to life with a powerful rumble. His prediction was right; she throbbed with power.
He ran his hand softly over her trembling flank, and grinned in anticipation. He kicked the stand back, and deftly maneuvered her out of the garage through the small entrance.
He leaned back in his seat, and threw his head back, his eyes gently closed. He let himself feel the cool morning air and warmth of the rising sun. His joy of riding the winds let him forget the anguish of leaving Jubilee. He was free again.
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Jubilee was still sitting on the overstuffed couch, brushing away the tears that welled out from deep within her, a place of despair that she had not known existed. Now that the anger had passed, she was overwhelmed with a deep sense of loss. The promises she had made only minutes ago laid broken and forgotten deep within her shattered heart. She sobbed loud, heaving tears of sadness, the polite, disdainful tears of anger forgotten. She was unable to catch her breath through the cries that demanded to be let out from her. She choked on the tears, her face in a painful grimace. Even then she continued to cry, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach.
Through the veil of her sorrow, she heard the distant roar of a motorcycle. Jubilee's head snapped up, her chest heaving, her eyes filling with a delicate hope. Wolverine wasn't gone yet. She flew off of the couch, and ran blindingly towards the garage. If it was Wolverine on that motorcycle, then Jubilee would be able to catch him. After all, she had been riding for almost six months now, under the careful eyes of Cyclops.
Jubilee burst into the garage, more then out of breath. Her eyes were swollen with tears, and she was still more than half sobbing. She looked over at the corner where she knew her "surprise" birthday gift from Cyclops and Jean would be. It was gone. Wolverine.
She jumped on one of Cyke's motorcycles, and realized she didn't even have a key. She swore, a word she had heard Wolverine utter only once. She climbed back off of the bike, feeling hopeless. She did not know where any of the keys were, and even if she could find a key, by that time, Wolverine would be too far away. Then an absurd idea came into her head. She could hotwire it.
Jubilee kneeled next to the front of the bike. She pried off a cover, and looked with dismay, at the many little wires. It was so easy in the movies, red wire with black, blue with yellow, and so on. These weren't even color- coded. She groaned, knowing that Wolverine was now miles away from her.
Jubilee stood up, feeling hopeless and angry, her tears wiped away by her rage. She glared at the wires that were taunting her, the wires that were standing between her and Wolverine. She gritted her teeth, and with a scream, she threw out her anger towards the innocent motorcycle in the form of a PAFF. The motorcycle roared to life. She stood there for a minute her eyes wide in wonder, her jaw slack. Jubilee shook herself out of the trance, and with a satisfied grin, boarded the bike.
Jubilee skillfully guided the bike out of the small entrance that she had used to get into the garage. She then let her inhibitions go, and allowed herself to be lost in the joy of having the morning wind through her hair.
She went swiftly, knowing that Wolverine was not too far from her. After all, he had only had a five-minute head start, and Jubilee had a natural flare for riding. Nevertheless, she would have to catch up to him soon, or she would lose sight of him as soon as the only road into Xavier's school ended.
After long moments of hard riding, Jubilee saw a small, moving shape in the distance. She had him now.
Chapter 7: Not too Far
It had been a long year since Wolverine had been to Xavier's School, and they had done some remodeling. Specifically, they had moved the garage that held the countless, priceless cars that the X-men used on their missions, and. . . all of Cyke's bikes. He grinned, his eyes betraying his mischievous nature. His spirits lifted at the thought of the "good guy" waking up tomorrow and finding his precious bike gone.
Wolverine's sharp eyes took a quick look around, his head clear now that he wasn't overwhelmed with Jubilee's scent. He caught a whiff of motor oil, and without a second thought, he was running at full speed towards the smell. He was too dangerous; he could not stay here any longer.
The door to the garage was unlocked, after all there was no point in locking it, no one would try to steal one of Xavier's cars. Wolverine barged in, and screeched to a stop. He had always loved this part. He walked up and down the rows of gleaming, radiant motorcycles, and looked each one carefully over. He then spotted a strange shape covered in a gray, ratty blanket. Wolverine smiled with curiosity, and drew back the protective cover. He stood there and gazed at the perfect motorcycle that was right there in front of him in wonder. His new ride.
Her cold, metallic beauty almost took his breath away. She was black, but she glimmered blue in the harsh over lights. She was new; Wolverine could tell by a simple sniff she had never been ridden. Out of all these beautiful bikes, she was their queen. Wolverine spotted it right away, her arrogance. She knew she was a beaut.
He gently ran his hands over her handlebars, and he could feel her strength. This was one bike that he would love riding. He almost pitied that Cyke would never get to ride her, almost.
He looked around, and seeing no key, hefted his leg over the bike, and used a claw to get her started. She roared to life with a powerful rumble. His prediction was right; she throbbed with power.
He ran his hand softly over her trembling flank, and grinned in anticipation. He kicked the stand back, and deftly maneuvered her out of the garage through the small entrance.
He leaned back in his seat, and threw his head back, his eyes gently closed. He let himself feel the cool morning air and warmth of the rising sun. His joy of riding the winds let him forget the anguish of leaving Jubilee. He was free again.
****
Jubilee was still sitting on the overstuffed couch, brushing away the tears that welled out from deep within her, a place of despair that she had not known existed. Now that the anger had passed, she was overwhelmed with a deep sense of loss. The promises she had made only minutes ago laid broken and forgotten deep within her shattered heart. She sobbed loud, heaving tears of sadness, the polite, disdainful tears of anger forgotten. She was unable to catch her breath through the cries that demanded to be let out from her. She choked on the tears, her face in a painful grimace. Even then she continued to cry, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach.
Through the veil of her sorrow, she heard the distant roar of a motorcycle. Jubilee's head snapped up, her chest heaving, her eyes filling with a delicate hope. Wolverine wasn't gone yet. She flew off of the couch, and ran blindingly towards the garage. If it was Wolverine on that motorcycle, then Jubilee would be able to catch him. After all, she had been riding for almost six months now, under the careful eyes of Cyclops.
Jubilee burst into the garage, more then out of breath. Her eyes were swollen with tears, and she was still more than half sobbing. She looked over at the corner where she knew her "surprise" birthday gift from Cyclops and Jean would be. It was gone. Wolverine.
She jumped on one of Cyke's motorcycles, and realized she didn't even have a key. She swore, a word she had heard Wolverine utter only once. She climbed back off of the bike, feeling hopeless. She did not know where any of the keys were, and even if she could find a key, by that time, Wolverine would be too far away. Then an absurd idea came into her head. She could hotwire it.
Jubilee kneeled next to the front of the bike. She pried off a cover, and looked with dismay, at the many little wires. It was so easy in the movies, red wire with black, blue with yellow, and so on. These weren't even color- coded. She groaned, knowing that Wolverine was now miles away from her.
Jubilee stood up, feeling hopeless and angry, her tears wiped away by her rage. She glared at the wires that were taunting her, the wires that were standing between her and Wolverine. She gritted her teeth, and with a scream, she threw out her anger towards the innocent motorcycle in the form of a PAFF. The motorcycle roared to life. She stood there for a minute her eyes wide in wonder, her jaw slack. Jubilee shook herself out of the trance, and with a satisfied grin, boarded the bike.
Jubilee skillfully guided the bike out of the small entrance that she had used to get into the garage. She then let her inhibitions go, and allowed herself to be lost in the joy of having the morning wind through her hair.
She went swiftly, knowing that Wolverine was not too far from her. After all, he had only had a five-minute head start, and Jubilee had a natural flare for riding. Nevertheless, she would have to catch up to him soon, or she would lose sight of him as soon as the only road into Xavier's school ended.
After long moments of hard riding, Jubilee saw a small, moving shape in the distance. She had him now.