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"Descent of the Phoenix" By: Wicked-Wytch
Disclaimer: I was walking down the long hallway. There was someone behind me and I was frightened but then I saw him. Logan was standing there, arms outstretched, waiting for me. He would keep me safe. I ran to him as fast as my legs would carry me. And as I reached him, I felt a hand clutch my wrist. Someone behind me pulled me back and I screamed. I sat up then and looked around, realizing it had all been a dream. "Damn it," I said, "I don't own X-Men cartoons, movies, or comics...nothing." I sat in the dark, contemplating this until the sun rose.
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(The Lower East Side: Just outside the Sanctuary)
Bobby, Rogue, and Logan stood together outside of the club. There wasn't much of a line, but the blaring music and flashing lights that eminated from behind the heavy front doors made Logan uneasy. All he had wanted was a drink. He had a feeling that the place would offer much more than that.
Logan looked the two teens over, giving them both a dark look. "Don't do anything stupid. All I need is to get in trouble with the Professor."
"We'll be good," Rogue shot him an impish glance before reaching for Bobby's hand and running excitedly inside and leaving Logan by himself. He didn't mind it, of course. Solitude was something that he'd become accustomed to after time. As he pushed past the front doors (and two large, angry looking bouncers) Logan found his premonition to be right.
The Sanctuary was split into two sections. The first, and closest to the door, was a large bar area. There were a few scattered tables that looked as though they hadn't been used in years and a long counter that stretched across the whole section that was crowded with a mix of half drunken people.
The second section was a dance area, completely void of anything but human bodies. In this area, none could escape the deafening music which made even the floor vibrate. There were also flashing, bright lights in different colors, having the effect of blinding many of those who chose to dance in the space.
Logan preferred the former. He took a seat at the bar, grateful of the small barrier between the two sections that kept the music and lights to a minimum. Once a drink was in front of him, Logan couldn't help but wonder how the hell he had let himself be taken to such a place. His eyes focusing on the rim of his glass, he barely noticed when a female bartender slid next to him and looked him over once.
"Rough night?" She asked, causing Logan to look up in suprise.
~~~~~ Bobby flashed Rogue one of his sweet smiles before taking her gloved hand in his and pulling her to the back of the club. The girl giggled softly and followed him, letting him direct their way to the back.
He pulled her close as he found a spot that wasn't too crowded. As they began to sway with the music, Rogue leaned in and kissed the boy on his cheek, smiling at the frost on her lips. He twirled her once and then the music rose.
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Logan's brow rose at the woman's question. He wasn't all too interested in talking to anyone, so he responded with a quick, brusque, "Yea." Then, he averted his eyes back to the yellow tinged drink that he held between his stong hands.
The bartender grinned at this. She looked him over once, instantly attracted. There was something about his muscled frame and the way he lounged in the chair. His eyes seemed heavy with some kind of sadness and the bartender couldn't help but want to take away that sorrow from the man.
So when Logan finished off the last of his drink and began to rise from his seat, the woman stopped him by placing another glass in front of him. He stopped, looked up at her once and sat back down.
"It's on the house," the woman announced lightly, her eyes not leaving him.
"Oh..." Logan muttered softly. He looked up and their eyes met, "Thanks."
"You're lucky, you know."
"Why's that?" The man cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Usually, when a guy brushes me off, I don't give him a second chance." This statement caused Logan to give the woman a lopsided grin. His reluctance toward her was starting to dissolve.
"Really?"
"Yep. So you should feel pretty damn special right now."
"Maybe I do," he grinned.
"My name's Lita," the woman said, returning the gesture.
"Logan."
"So what brings a guy like you to a place like this?"
~~~~~
John reentered the club, this time with a murderous grin on his face. He wanted to embarrass those two women like they had embarrassed him. And he was going to make sure he'd have fun in the process.
Flicking a brand new lighter in his hand and shaking out his drying locks, he was filled with anticipation. It'd been a while since he'd had been able to enjoy himself. He spotted the girl who had held power over water near the bar. He'd make sure that this would be memorable.
~~~~~
(Canada) The snow crunched underneath her bare feet. She stumbled blindly, searching for some type of shelter. Her mind was still jumbled and she still was unsure of who and where she was. But she did know that shelter was something she needed.
Shivering, the red haired woman ran. She kept her eyes in front of her, forcing herself to scan the horizon for any buildings. Her heart sank as she realized that there was nothing around her but pine trees.
In the back of her head, she could hear the voice still calling. And she could see a face. It was of a man with a strong jaw and a gentle smile. His eyes, though, seemed to be hidden from her memory for some reason. It confused the woman, but he made her feel safe, so she kept his face in the back of her head, trying to memorize every feature she could.
It was then that she heard the footsteps. The woman turned around wildly, prepared to attack the stranger if they meant her any harm. She stopped in her tracts when she saw him. He was a handsome man, taller than her by an inch with short brown hair and blue eyes. The man wore a leather jacket, black t-shirt with faded jeans, and black boots. He stretched his arms out to her, but she was hesitant to him. Something about him filled her with apprehension.
The red headed nameless woman looked down at herself and realized quite suddenly that she was without clothes. She wrapped her arms around herself in defense from his gaze and from the cold.
"My love..." the man cried. "I thought I had lost you." He took a step closer to her, taking off his coat and placing it over her shoulders.
"Who are you?" The woman questioned through chattering teeth.
"Why... don't you remember? My dear... " He looked at her with an innocent countenance.
"Who-?" A thought flashed across the woman's mind. Maybe this was the 'Scott' that the voice kept reminding her of.
"I'm Jason." The man responded softly. He seemed surprised and upset.
"Jason?" The name didn't ring a bell. The woman looked down, disappointed. But when he spoke again, she looked up sharply at the man.
"Your fiancee."
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O.O Who's the stranger, you ask? We'll have to wait a bit to find out about the new mystery man, Jason. And aren't you all excited that Pyro returned?- I know I am (yay!) ^_^).
*Big apologies* Sorry about being so slow to update. I wasn't really in the mood to write and then some stuff got in the way. But I'm back (you're excited, aren't you?). I'm going to try and write more faster. (A tip to all you authors out there- don't write too many fics at once, it kills ya). And sorry for the Bobby/Rogue dance scene being so crappy. I'll try not to let myself write something so dull again.
Reeeeeviewers: You guys are the best. Thank you all so much! The comments are much appreciated. *x-girl*- Well, you see, I think that Logan deserves better than her. He'd be happy with her ... for a lil while and then he'd realize that he can do SO much better. Thanks so much for the comment btw *JeanGrey6*- Thanks. I'm glad someone's digging the angst. *Ryne Elvenphoenix*- I'm trying to update asap. *Dead-Girls-Watch*- Thanks. Wierd name... not sure whether to think it's cool or be a lil frightened (hehe) ^_^ *Aolani* - Thank you so much.
Next chapter will be up faster (at least I'm trying for that).
Til then, ~Wicked
"Descent of the Phoenix" By: Wicked-Wytch
Disclaimer: I was walking down the long hallway. There was someone behind me and I was frightened but then I saw him. Logan was standing there, arms outstretched, waiting for me. He would keep me safe. I ran to him as fast as my legs would carry me. And as I reached him, I felt a hand clutch my wrist. Someone behind me pulled me back and I screamed. I sat up then and looked around, realizing it had all been a dream. "Damn it," I said, "I don't own X-Men cartoons, movies, or comics...nothing." I sat in the dark, contemplating this until the sun rose.
R/R(I luv feedback!) and Enjoy!
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(The Lower East Side: Just outside the Sanctuary)
Bobby, Rogue, and Logan stood together outside of the club. There wasn't much of a line, but the blaring music and flashing lights that eminated from behind the heavy front doors made Logan uneasy. All he had wanted was a drink. He had a feeling that the place would offer much more than that.
Logan looked the two teens over, giving them both a dark look. "Don't do anything stupid. All I need is to get in trouble with the Professor."
"We'll be good," Rogue shot him an impish glance before reaching for Bobby's hand and running excitedly inside and leaving Logan by himself. He didn't mind it, of course. Solitude was something that he'd become accustomed to after time. As he pushed past the front doors (and two large, angry looking bouncers) Logan found his premonition to be right.
The Sanctuary was split into two sections. The first, and closest to the door, was a large bar area. There were a few scattered tables that looked as though they hadn't been used in years and a long counter that stretched across the whole section that was crowded with a mix of half drunken people.
The second section was a dance area, completely void of anything but human bodies. In this area, none could escape the deafening music which made even the floor vibrate. There were also flashing, bright lights in different colors, having the effect of blinding many of those who chose to dance in the space.
Logan preferred the former. He took a seat at the bar, grateful of the small barrier between the two sections that kept the music and lights to a minimum. Once a drink was in front of him, Logan couldn't help but wonder how the hell he had let himself be taken to such a place. His eyes focusing on the rim of his glass, he barely noticed when a female bartender slid next to him and looked him over once.
"Rough night?" She asked, causing Logan to look up in suprise.
~~~~~ Bobby flashed Rogue one of his sweet smiles before taking her gloved hand in his and pulling her to the back of the club. The girl giggled softly and followed him, letting him direct their way to the back.
He pulled her close as he found a spot that wasn't too crowded. As they began to sway with the music, Rogue leaned in and kissed the boy on his cheek, smiling at the frost on her lips. He twirled her once and then the music rose.
~~~~~
Logan's brow rose at the woman's question. He wasn't all too interested in talking to anyone, so he responded with a quick, brusque, "Yea." Then, he averted his eyes back to the yellow tinged drink that he held between his stong hands.
The bartender grinned at this. She looked him over once, instantly attracted. There was something about his muscled frame and the way he lounged in the chair. His eyes seemed heavy with some kind of sadness and the bartender couldn't help but want to take away that sorrow from the man.
So when Logan finished off the last of his drink and began to rise from his seat, the woman stopped him by placing another glass in front of him. He stopped, looked up at her once and sat back down.
"It's on the house," the woman announced lightly, her eyes not leaving him.
"Oh..." Logan muttered softly. He looked up and their eyes met, "Thanks."
"You're lucky, you know."
"Why's that?" The man cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Usually, when a guy brushes me off, I don't give him a second chance." This statement caused Logan to give the woman a lopsided grin. His reluctance toward her was starting to dissolve.
"Really?"
"Yep. So you should feel pretty damn special right now."
"Maybe I do," he grinned.
"My name's Lita," the woman said, returning the gesture.
"Logan."
"So what brings a guy like you to a place like this?"
~~~~~
John reentered the club, this time with a murderous grin on his face. He wanted to embarrass those two women like they had embarrassed him. And he was going to make sure he'd have fun in the process.
Flicking a brand new lighter in his hand and shaking out his drying locks, he was filled with anticipation. It'd been a while since he'd had been able to enjoy himself. He spotted the girl who had held power over water near the bar. He'd make sure that this would be memorable.
~~~~~
(Canada) The snow crunched underneath her bare feet. She stumbled blindly, searching for some type of shelter. Her mind was still jumbled and she still was unsure of who and where she was. But she did know that shelter was something she needed.
Shivering, the red haired woman ran. She kept her eyes in front of her, forcing herself to scan the horizon for any buildings. Her heart sank as she realized that there was nothing around her but pine trees.
In the back of her head, she could hear the voice still calling. And she could see a face. It was of a man with a strong jaw and a gentle smile. His eyes, though, seemed to be hidden from her memory for some reason. It confused the woman, but he made her feel safe, so she kept his face in the back of her head, trying to memorize every feature she could.
It was then that she heard the footsteps. The woman turned around wildly, prepared to attack the stranger if they meant her any harm. She stopped in her tracts when she saw him. He was a handsome man, taller than her by an inch with short brown hair and blue eyes. The man wore a leather jacket, black t-shirt with faded jeans, and black boots. He stretched his arms out to her, but she was hesitant to him. Something about him filled her with apprehension.
The red headed nameless woman looked down at herself and realized quite suddenly that she was without clothes. She wrapped her arms around herself in defense from his gaze and from the cold.
"My love..." the man cried. "I thought I had lost you." He took a step closer to her, taking off his coat and placing it over her shoulders.
"Who are you?" The woman questioned through chattering teeth.
"Why... don't you remember? My dear... " He looked at her with an innocent countenance.
"Who-?" A thought flashed across the woman's mind. Maybe this was the 'Scott' that the voice kept reminding her of.
"I'm Jason." The man responded softly. He seemed surprised and upset.
"Jason?" The name didn't ring a bell. The woman looked down, disappointed. But when he spoke again, she looked up sharply at the man.
"Your fiancee."
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O.O Who's the stranger, you ask? We'll have to wait a bit to find out about the new mystery man, Jason. And aren't you all excited that Pyro returned?- I know I am (yay!) ^_^).
*Big apologies* Sorry about being so slow to update. I wasn't really in the mood to write and then some stuff got in the way. But I'm back (you're excited, aren't you?). I'm going to try and write more faster. (A tip to all you authors out there- don't write too many fics at once, it kills ya). And sorry for the Bobby/Rogue dance scene being so crappy. I'll try not to let myself write something so dull again.
Reeeeeviewers: You guys are the best. Thank you all so much! The comments are much appreciated. *x-girl*- Well, you see, I think that Logan deserves better than her. He'd be happy with her ... for a lil while and then he'd realize that he can do SO much better. Thanks so much for the comment btw *JeanGrey6*- Thanks. I'm glad someone's digging the angst. *Ryne Elvenphoenix*- I'm trying to update asap. *Dead-Girls-Watch*- Thanks. Wierd name... not sure whether to think it's cool or be a lil frightened (hehe) ^_^ *Aolani* - Thank you so much.
Next chapter will be up faster (at least I'm trying for that).
Til then, ~Wicked
