Title: The Untouchables
Chapter Author: Patch5129 (eli)
Chapter title: Chapter 2
Song ( for this chapter ) : None
// Logan…it is time to wake up. //
"Mmmmnnnnnnnrrrrrr" mumbled Logan from the covers, placing the pillow over his head. "Get outa' my head cueball.
// Logan, // sighed Professor Xavier mentally. // You requested that I wake you up at this time. //
"Right, thanks Chuck." Mumbled Logan, as he quietly got out of his bed, careful not to wake the others.
//Logan, // asked the Professor softly // must you keep avoiding all of the X-Men? They said they have all forgiven you for what happened. //
// It's going to take a lot of time to heal this wound, Chuck. And I think it would go by quicker if I weren't around them all the time. //
// You cannot avoid them forever. //
// Let me handle this my own way, Chuck. I don't tell you how to polish your shiny scalp, // thought Logan harshly.
Logan could hear the professor sigh and could picture him clamping down on his pipe in frustration. // Have a good day, Logan. // murmured Xavier, and with that he was out of Logan's mind.
Logan sighed himself and walked silently to his dresser as he took out his earplugs and placed them on the surface of the wooden dresser. Damn it Hank, you snore so loud, I would go deaf if I didn't have the plugs.
He opened the top drawer, and took out some clean clothes, and then walked out of his room, gently shutting the door behind him. He walked down the hall silently, catching a whiff of the girl's dormitory. He shook his head trying to clear his nostrils of scented candles, cheap makeup, old chocolate, and especially, Jean.
He walked to the Men's Locker room and began his morning shower, keeping it quick so he wouldn't run into anyone else. He knew that the only person that he would run into this early would be Scott. But he and Jean were out late last night so… Stop it! thought Logan to himself as he squeezed the soap hard in anger, breaking it in two. Stop torturing yourself over her. He sighed, turned the water off, and stepped out of the stalls, drying himself off.
After getting dressed, he walked towards the kitchen, his stomach growling a little. As he entered the kitchen, the smell of Lysol, dish soap, metal, and other smells assaulted his sense of smell. He brushed the back of his hand under his nose to block the smell. A little heavy on the Windex, 'Ro.
He opened the fridge and a whole new wave of smells went strait to his head. Damn it, who left the cheese fries in here?
Logan had to pause a bit and shake the smell from his nostrils before he could rummage through the fridge more. Salads, fruit, soda, sandwich meats, leftover stew, milk, leftover spaghetti…nothing decent to eat or drink, not even cheap beer.
Giving up Logan closed the fridge door and walked outside, and sniffed around, jerking his head suddenly towards the west side of the estate. Deer.
Logan then began striding over to the source of the scent, slightly hunched over, his hands just barley touching the grounds, staying downwind, and avoiding any dry twigs and leaves, stalking his prey. Just down the hill from the mansion, a fog settled in, this however did not make Logan's job harder, the scent of the deer was still strong. After awhile, Logan could see the deer's shape in the fog. However it was still prancing about, so Logan followed it more, further down the hill, away from the mansion. Finally the deer stopped, and rested to eat the grass near a trail. Finally, thought Logan as he bent his knees, bringing his body closer the ground, balancing himself with one hand, making a fist several times with his other hand, as if he was getting his claws ready, and slowly and quietly shifting his weight between his legs so they wouldn't cramp up when he was ready to pounce.
After a moment, a smile crept to Logan's face as he pushed his toes into the mud, as if to propel himself at the deer when the silence was broken by running shoes hitting the ground and uneven breathing. The deer jolted out of its graceful pose, and bound away, leaving nothing but tall grass moving back and forth to show he was been there. A small growl escaped Logan's throat as he stoop up and walked to the trail to see who had spoiled his breakfast. As the figure came forth from the fog, Logan could see it was Rogue. Dumb kid, running with her eyes closed thought Logan as he stepped right into her path, just to the right so he wouldn't 'bump into her' full on.
Sure enough, Rogue smacked right into Logan, landing hard into the mud. She opened her eyes, spat away the mud and looked up, and the color completely drained from her face. Logan sniffed her, and smelled sweat and fear…lots of fear. She stammered an apology and cowered away, never taking her eyes off Logan's hands. Logan just walked past her, leaving her in the mud, going further into the forest. // Good way to earn their trust, Logan, // echoed the Professors voice in Logan's head.
Logan didn't respond.