A/N: Ending #2! Have fun and never ever forget to review!!!
Scott watched as Magneto began the process of making Logan scream again. It was interesting, yet there was a nagging little doubt.
He shook his head. He should be enjoying this. Yet, he couldn't make it go away, especially since he still did, in fact, feel for Logan.
After a time, Magneto decided that was enough. The X-Men continued cursing them. Funny, wasn't it?
He helped Logan back to the X-Men's room, took care of him.
"Scott. . ." Logan whispered feebly.
Scott said nothing, but listened.
"You don't have to do this. Please, let us help you."
"You tried. You failed."
"I know we fucked up, kid, but people change."
"Not you, Logan. Never you."
"Give us the chance to. Give me the chance to."
"Why? So I can get hurt again? I've been there, done that. I've been nothing but hurt since day one."
"We can fix that, just let us try." Logan reached out subtly for the knife Scott sometimes kept with him. He only prayed he wasn't going to have to use it.
"No. I'm done with you." He stood, turned, started to walk away.
"Forgive me," Logan whispered as he leaped at the boy.
Scott twisted, and so wasn't stabbed. He was, however, knocked over. He stood, ran for it. All the others were on the other side of the building. He couldn't get there. His only choice was to head outside.
Logan followed, hot on Scott's heels. If he got to Magneto. . .
But he didn't. He went out. Good.
Logan made a desperate gamble and threw himself forward, landing right on top of Scott. They struggled. Logan won.
"I'm so sorry, Scott," Logan said, raising the knife.
The knife came down.
It began to rain.
Using cunning, Logan was able to free the X-Men. He explained what he'd had to do. They understood. None of them was unaffected.
They all missed him.
His absence was noticeable.
His brother hated them for the rest of his life, and ended up joining Magneto. That was a loss to the X-Men.
Fighting followed them wherever they went. They fought and ran their whole lives, until they couldn't anymore.
Then was silence.
Scott watched as Magneto began the process of making Logan scream again. It was interesting, yet there was a nagging little doubt.
He shook his head. He should be enjoying this. Yet, he couldn't make it go away, especially since he still did, in fact, feel for Logan.
After a time, Magneto decided that was enough. The X-Men continued cursing them. Funny, wasn't it?
He helped Logan back to the X-Men's room, took care of him.
"Scott. . ." Logan whispered feebly.
Scott said nothing, but listened.
"You don't have to do this. Please, let us help you."
"You tried. You failed."
"I know we fucked up, kid, but people change."
"Not you, Logan. Never you."
"Give us the chance to. Give me the chance to."
"Why? So I can get hurt again? I've been there, done that. I've been nothing but hurt since day one."
"We can fix that, just let us try." Logan reached out subtly for the knife Scott sometimes kept with him. He only prayed he wasn't going to have to use it.
"No. I'm done with you." He stood, turned, started to walk away.
"Forgive me," Logan whispered as he leaped at the boy.
Scott twisted, and so wasn't stabbed. He was, however, knocked over. He stood, ran for it. All the others were on the other side of the building. He couldn't get there. His only choice was to head outside.
Logan followed, hot on Scott's heels. If he got to Magneto. . .
But he didn't. He went out. Good.
Logan made a desperate gamble and threw himself forward, landing right on top of Scott. They struggled. Logan won.
"I'm so sorry, Scott," Logan said, raising the knife.
The knife came down.
It began to rain.
Using cunning, Logan was able to free the X-Men. He explained what he'd had to do. They understood. None of them was unaffected.
They all missed him.
His absence was noticeable.
His brother hated them for the rest of his life, and ended up joining Magneto. That was a loss to the X-Men.
Fighting followed them wherever they went. They fought and ran their whole lives, until they couldn't anymore.
Then was silence.