The elevator door swished open and faint thrashing sounds were being
directed from the infirmary. Running down the long corridor Logan punched
the code in for the door, allowing it to swing open. Inside, Brooke was
covered in a slick glaze of cold sweat as she cornered Scott, adamantium
claws pointed straight out.
"Whoa darlin'! Easy there..." He rushed to her, grasping her fragile arms as she struggled, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Angerly he turned to Scott Summers who held a vial in his right hand, ready to plunge to liquid into the terrified girl. Logan gently let her go, turning to the younger man he walked towards him growling low. "Just what the hell do you think your doing?"
"Sedating her, I want to run some more tests on her. Besides, she's clearly a danger, I walked in here and she wanted to slice me up. She's nuts and doesn't belong here." Scott glared at the timid girl once more.
"Get out... NOW." Logan snarled as Scott turned on his heel and quickly left.
"Stop cryin." Two words were spoken from his mouth as he approached Brooke. She panted trying to back up as he grasped her sides, holding her close to him. Tears now dried upon her rosy cheeks. Moving a strand of hair from her face she collapsed onto his chest.
"I'm so scared." She now clutched to thin muscle shirt covering his chest. Her long hair fell down her back to waist length and her tail twitched nervously. Two perfectly sharpened incisors gleamed from her jaws and her pointed ears were alert to all sounds.
"Why'r you scared?" Logan spoke softy, wondering why he'd gone soft for her.
"I'm nothing more than an experiment. They said I'm supposed to kill... nothing else. Most of my days I was locked in a dark cell so I couldn't see anything of the outside world." Her eyes now narrowed as her forehead pressed against Logan's rising chest. "I don't remember anything before... before..."
"Before what?" Logan stared deep into her brightly colored green eyes. Backing up slowly, Brooke flexed. The sheer sheet that covered her body now shredded into a thousand pieces. Adamantium scythes shot from her spine, more shot out of her shoulder blades. Two came from her Achilles tendons. Three shot from each wrist and three more pierced her knuckles. She whimpered at the stinging pain. Standing still adamantium nails surfaced from the tips of her fingers. A bright yellow sheen glowed around her as she formed into a full grown Siberian tiger.
"I'm not human." She tearfully cried before the blades retracted back into her skeleton at once and she collapsed, returning to her normal form. Logan sighed, clearly grieved by the image he saw.
"Just... get changed. Try not to kill anyone." He turned, opening the metal doors once more and heading to the main floor.
"C'mon Rogue, is it true? Is there like, a clone of Wolvie here?" Jubilee danced around her friend hoping to pry some information out of her.
"Ah'm not talkin Jubes. You wanna know, you ask Logan yerself." The southern girl leaned against her bed and sighed.
"No way, he'll shred me or somethin." Jubilee sighed, collapsing onto her bed as well. Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open. Bobby ran in, clearly out of breath.
"You gotta see this!"
All three ran downstairs, hiding behind a wall they looked into a small office. Rogue narrowed her eyes. Inside Wolverine sat, boots propped upon the desk in front of him. Quietly he wept; tear after tear streaming down his face as he faced the sunshine from the window. Rogue's heart raced, she had never seen Logan cry before, let alone mourn about anything.
"What's his deal?" Jubilee whispered as Bobby and Rogue turned to walk back down the long hall.
"Ah don't know... is he sick?"
"Logan never gets sick remember?" Bobby corrected the two. A commotion downstairs caused the three to stop and listen.
"John!" Kitty squealed from the recreational room.
"Pyros' back?" Bobby was now confused on why he had returned from Magneto.
"Oh no..." Marie's mind went a thousand miles an hour as she saw Brooke pass. She was dressed in the baggy sweatpants and little tank top she'd given her. Her hair was pulled up high with a few strands hanging down around her rose-colored cheeks. "Come on!" She grabbed Bobby as they headed down to greet the boy who had returned.
"Whoa darlin'! Easy there..." He rushed to her, grasping her fragile arms as she struggled, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Angerly he turned to Scott Summers who held a vial in his right hand, ready to plunge to liquid into the terrified girl. Logan gently let her go, turning to the younger man he walked towards him growling low. "Just what the hell do you think your doing?"
"Sedating her, I want to run some more tests on her. Besides, she's clearly a danger, I walked in here and she wanted to slice me up. She's nuts and doesn't belong here." Scott glared at the timid girl once more.
"Get out... NOW." Logan snarled as Scott turned on his heel and quickly left.
"Stop cryin." Two words were spoken from his mouth as he approached Brooke. She panted trying to back up as he grasped her sides, holding her close to him. Tears now dried upon her rosy cheeks. Moving a strand of hair from her face she collapsed onto his chest.
"I'm so scared." She now clutched to thin muscle shirt covering his chest. Her long hair fell down her back to waist length and her tail twitched nervously. Two perfectly sharpened incisors gleamed from her jaws and her pointed ears were alert to all sounds.
"Why'r you scared?" Logan spoke softy, wondering why he'd gone soft for her.
"I'm nothing more than an experiment. They said I'm supposed to kill... nothing else. Most of my days I was locked in a dark cell so I couldn't see anything of the outside world." Her eyes now narrowed as her forehead pressed against Logan's rising chest. "I don't remember anything before... before..."
"Before what?" Logan stared deep into her brightly colored green eyes. Backing up slowly, Brooke flexed. The sheer sheet that covered her body now shredded into a thousand pieces. Adamantium scythes shot from her spine, more shot out of her shoulder blades. Two came from her Achilles tendons. Three shot from each wrist and three more pierced her knuckles. She whimpered at the stinging pain. Standing still adamantium nails surfaced from the tips of her fingers. A bright yellow sheen glowed around her as she formed into a full grown Siberian tiger.
"I'm not human." She tearfully cried before the blades retracted back into her skeleton at once and she collapsed, returning to her normal form. Logan sighed, clearly grieved by the image he saw.
"Just... get changed. Try not to kill anyone." He turned, opening the metal doors once more and heading to the main floor.
"C'mon Rogue, is it true? Is there like, a clone of Wolvie here?" Jubilee danced around her friend hoping to pry some information out of her.
"Ah'm not talkin Jubes. You wanna know, you ask Logan yerself." The southern girl leaned against her bed and sighed.
"No way, he'll shred me or somethin." Jubilee sighed, collapsing onto her bed as well. Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open. Bobby ran in, clearly out of breath.
"You gotta see this!"
All three ran downstairs, hiding behind a wall they looked into a small office. Rogue narrowed her eyes. Inside Wolverine sat, boots propped upon the desk in front of him. Quietly he wept; tear after tear streaming down his face as he faced the sunshine from the window. Rogue's heart raced, she had never seen Logan cry before, let alone mourn about anything.
"What's his deal?" Jubilee whispered as Bobby and Rogue turned to walk back down the long hall.
"Ah don't know... is he sick?"
"Logan never gets sick remember?" Bobby corrected the two. A commotion downstairs caused the three to stop and listen.
"John!" Kitty squealed from the recreational room.
"Pyros' back?" Bobby was now confused on why he had returned from Magneto.
"Oh no..." Marie's mind went a thousand miles an hour as she saw Brooke pass. She was dressed in the baggy sweatpants and little tank top she'd given her. Her hair was pulled up high with a few strands hanging down around her rose-colored cheeks. "Come on!" She grabbed Bobby as they headed down to greet the boy who had returned.