He hadn't been able to sleep that night. The nightmares were more vivid
this time; he had dreamt things he hadn't seen before. His hand clenched
recalling the horror of the dreams, the terror he recalled while dreaming
them, the panic and disorientation. He had gone to the common room and
found Jones doing his TV thing and then he had found Bobby in the kitchen.
He hadn't really talked to the kid yet and he wanted to find out more about
what the guy was like, especially since Marie was dating him. The kid was
ok; Logan could concede that, he had iced his soda and then they had got
talking, talking about Marie. He could still picture the expression in the
kids eyes, slightly pissed and accusatory as he had told Logan about how it
was difficult when you couldn't get close to someone even though you wanted
to. Logan had sensed that Ice-Cube had been talking about something else
besides Maries skin, he didn't want to think about the implications though,
to think that Bobby wanted to do those kind of things to Marie, so he had
silenced him with a look but the kids still had the nerve to mention
Jeannie and the way he looked at her. The kid wouldn't be talking to him
like that again soon, Logan thought grimly, not after he witnessed the
Wolverine in all his fury.
Logan couldn't remember parts of the attack. He had heard the muffled noises, and his senses, which had been dulled due to lack of sleep in the past few weeks had instantly sharpened as he had sensed the silent whirring of the helicopter blades, the soft swish of feet padding along the floor and he had gone to full predatory mode. He couldn't believe he had let his guard down so much but he had protected the kid in time and when the first guy had attacked the Wolverine was still in check, Logan hadn't wanted to kill him: until the man had removed a knife and cut him and then Logan had lost control, the Wolverine had taken over. Logan could recall the horror in Bobby's eyes as he had peered at him over the counter when it was over, the man slumped dead on the floor but he didn't care. He was furious with these bastards, attacking kids in their sleep. He knew he had taken a few out when he got to Jones, unconscious on the floor with a dart in his neck, his eyes still flickering and his rage had increased. He must have gone wild then, he couldn't remember anything for a while. Logan knew he must have gone berserk; the bodies in the mansions lobby in the aftermath were testimony to that. He vaguely remembered giving Jones to a huge Russian kid and telling him to take care of the kids. His next memory had been of Marie. It had been her scent that had bought him back, he could sense her fear and something that smelt like excitement in the lobby but he had dismissed that. He had realized that she was with Pyro and Bobby and that they were in trouble, that the men who were going to surround them were no longer holding stun guns; they were real guns with real bullets. When he had seen all the green lasers points aimed at Marie's chest he had gone berserker again but he hadn't let the Wolverine take over. He was determined to be ruthless and efficient this time, he couldn't let anything happen to her.
Like the time in Laughlin City in the cage, he had been aware of her the whole time. As he had dispatched with the bastards he had sensed her fascination - and her excitement. He had wondered at that and then he had realized that he could not sense fear anymore. With shock, he realized her hands were jerking at her side, mirroring the movements of his claws as he killed the men. The excitement he sensed was the excitement of the hunt that he experienced when the Wolverine took over. That realization had bought him crashing back to reality. He hadn't protected her like he had promised her; he had destroyed her innocence when she had imprinted him, absorbing the animal inside. He was disgusted with himself and yet she was not disgusted. She was fascinated and unlike the two boys beside her, unafraid and brave, he realized she understood him and the animal inside and he had recalled the compassion and understanding he had glimpsed in her eyes when he had last left.
Logan stiffened as he remembered his reaction when he had calmed down enough to see her, see her properly. The Wolverine in him had howled out as it saw her dressed in that scrap of material she considered a nightgown, a nightgown which meant he had seen Marie like he had never seen her before, all that creamy untouchable skin exposed to the world, the material skimming over her beautiful body, clinging to all her curves. The Wolverine had struggled, wanting to take over and claim his mate but Logan had suppressed him, crushed the feelings he was experiencing. This was Marie, for Christ sake, she was just a kid, a kid he had told himself repeatedly as she ran by his side down the halls of the mansion towards the secret passageway she was leading him towards. He was not going to allow himself to damage her even more than he had. When they had reached the passage door, he had told her to go and she had protested - he had loved her for that, for her bravery - but he had shut the door in her face and the shit had really hit the fan then.
Logan couldn't remember parts of the attack. He had heard the muffled noises, and his senses, which had been dulled due to lack of sleep in the past few weeks had instantly sharpened as he had sensed the silent whirring of the helicopter blades, the soft swish of feet padding along the floor and he had gone to full predatory mode. He couldn't believe he had let his guard down so much but he had protected the kid in time and when the first guy had attacked the Wolverine was still in check, Logan hadn't wanted to kill him: until the man had removed a knife and cut him and then Logan had lost control, the Wolverine had taken over. Logan could recall the horror in Bobby's eyes as he had peered at him over the counter when it was over, the man slumped dead on the floor but he didn't care. He was furious with these bastards, attacking kids in their sleep. He knew he had taken a few out when he got to Jones, unconscious on the floor with a dart in his neck, his eyes still flickering and his rage had increased. He must have gone wild then, he couldn't remember anything for a while. Logan knew he must have gone berserk; the bodies in the mansions lobby in the aftermath were testimony to that. He vaguely remembered giving Jones to a huge Russian kid and telling him to take care of the kids. His next memory had been of Marie. It had been her scent that had bought him back, he could sense her fear and something that smelt like excitement in the lobby but he had dismissed that. He had realized that she was with Pyro and Bobby and that they were in trouble, that the men who were going to surround them were no longer holding stun guns; they were real guns with real bullets. When he had seen all the green lasers points aimed at Marie's chest he had gone berserker again but he hadn't let the Wolverine take over. He was determined to be ruthless and efficient this time, he couldn't let anything happen to her.
Like the time in Laughlin City in the cage, he had been aware of her the whole time. As he had dispatched with the bastards he had sensed her fascination - and her excitement. He had wondered at that and then he had realized that he could not sense fear anymore. With shock, he realized her hands were jerking at her side, mirroring the movements of his claws as he killed the men. The excitement he sensed was the excitement of the hunt that he experienced when the Wolverine took over. That realization had bought him crashing back to reality. He hadn't protected her like he had promised her; he had destroyed her innocence when she had imprinted him, absorbing the animal inside. He was disgusted with himself and yet she was not disgusted. She was fascinated and unlike the two boys beside her, unafraid and brave, he realized she understood him and the animal inside and he had recalled the compassion and understanding he had glimpsed in her eyes when he had last left.
Logan stiffened as he remembered his reaction when he had calmed down enough to see her, see her properly. The Wolverine in him had howled out as it saw her dressed in that scrap of material she considered a nightgown, a nightgown which meant he had seen Marie like he had never seen her before, all that creamy untouchable skin exposed to the world, the material skimming over her beautiful body, clinging to all her curves. The Wolverine had struggled, wanting to take over and claim his mate but Logan had suppressed him, crushed the feelings he was experiencing. This was Marie, for Christ sake, she was just a kid, a kid he had told himself repeatedly as she ran by his side down the halls of the mansion towards the secret passageway she was leading him towards. He was not going to allow himself to damage her even more than he had. When they had reached the passage door, he had told her to go and she had protested - he had loved her for that, for her bravery - but he had shut the door in her face and the shit had really hit the fan then.