Heading towards the mansions steps he started towards the second
floor hearing someone come up behind him. Inhaling their scent he figured
it was Pyro.
"Hey." He managed to greet Logan without care, only to stare further at the tired tiger that lay in Logan's arms.
"Stay away from her." Logan snarled. He didn't want paparazzi at the moment and knew the Pyro was more than just interested in her. "Can't you see she's been through enough?" He entered his room as John followed, slamming the door in his face.
Quietly he placed the battered girl on his bed. He had finally taken the fight out of her and she slept soundly once again. She had been tortured for too long and she could bear no more. She wasn't crazy, but soon she would snap and do more damage than making him slit her own throat.
Logan looked her over carefully; blood stains covered her now tattered clothes from her adamantium claws. Dirt and mud were slapped onto her arms and her hair was knotted in several places. He almost felt sorry enough to place her out of her misery now, but he wasn't giving up. Not now, he was reaching her and no one was going to stop him. But through the blood and dirt he saw her true beauty. Retracting a claw he moved her hair aside and slid the cool metal along her cheek. Bringing it back into his arm again he felt the side of her cheek with is hand. Slightly warm, not enough for a fever but her healing factor still wasn't what it should be.
Slowly he closed the large wooden door behind her. Cringing he snarled as he felt the wolf inside him work it's way to the surface. How could anyone do such a terrible thing? He knew he had better treatment than this girl... Stryker got sloppy... too confident of himself when he figured out how his "experiments" could survive. Their healing factor. Creed supplied that, along with her bad ass attitude. Yuriko supplied the looks of course, her fighting ability. Magneto perhaps fathered her telepathy somehow, the energy forces defiantly came from his DNA. Creed was the biggest factor, his feline DNA enabling her to morph into a tiger, her physical features... the claws, tail, ears and the length of her hair.
One thing he noticed about her as he walked down the now empty halls. However her mood changed made her either emotionally stable or fucking nuts. He knew what it was like to be driven off the edge. Sitting and staring at his claws until he reached back and decapitated someone for fucking with him. She was the same way and it was no reason why. Her eyes would change to a fiery red, its pupil straightening into a tiny sliver. Calm emotions made her limp and timid. Suddenly a sharp image played within his mind. Logan stopped, grabbing his head in pain. Pictures of pain and torture played throughout his mind like a slideshow. A girl lay cold in a dark cell in shackles... another of her being forced onto an operating table and being operated on when awake. More images revealed the life she led... a dark past. He knew where these images came from... she was having a nightmare. It was true, his sensitive hearing picked up the faint whimpering and tears of the girl struggling in his bed.
"Hey." He managed to greet Logan without care, only to stare further at the tired tiger that lay in Logan's arms.
"Stay away from her." Logan snarled. He didn't want paparazzi at the moment and knew the Pyro was more than just interested in her. "Can't you see she's been through enough?" He entered his room as John followed, slamming the door in his face.
Quietly he placed the battered girl on his bed. He had finally taken the fight out of her and she slept soundly once again. She had been tortured for too long and she could bear no more. She wasn't crazy, but soon she would snap and do more damage than making him slit her own throat.
Logan looked her over carefully; blood stains covered her now tattered clothes from her adamantium claws. Dirt and mud were slapped onto her arms and her hair was knotted in several places. He almost felt sorry enough to place her out of her misery now, but he wasn't giving up. Not now, he was reaching her and no one was going to stop him. But through the blood and dirt he saw her true beauty. Retracting a claw he moved her hair aside and slid the cool metal along her cheek. Bringing it back into his arm again he felt the side of her cheek with is hand. Slightly warm, not enough for a fever but her healing factor still wasn't what it should be.
Slowly he closed the large wooden door behind her. Cringing he snarled as he felt the wolf inside him work it's way to the surface. How could anyone do such a terrible thing? He knew he had better treatment than this girl... Stryker got sloppy... too confident of himself when he figured out how his "experiments" could survive. Their healing factor. Creed supplied that, along with her bad ass attitude. Yuriko supplied the looks of course, her fighting ability. Magneto perhaps fathered her telepathy somehow, the energy forces defiantly came from his DNA. Creed was the biggest factor, his feline DNA enabling her to morph into a tiger, her physical features... the claws, tail, ears and the length of her hair.
One thing he noticed about her as he walked down the now empty halls. However her mood changed made her either emotionally stable or fucking nuts. He knew what it was like to be driven off the edge. Sitting and staring at his claws until he reached back and decapitated someone for fucking with him. She was the same way and it was no reason why. Her eyes would change to a fiery red, its pupil straightening into a tiny sliver. Calm emotions made her limp and timid. Suddenly a sharp image played within his mind. Logan stopped, grabbing his head in pain. Pictures of pain and torture played throughout his mind like a slideshow. A girl lay cold in a dark cell in shackles... another of her being forced onto an operating table and being operated on when awake. More images revealed the life she led... a dark past. He knew where these images came from... she was having a nightmare. It was true, his sensitive hearing picked up the faint whimpering and tears of the girl struggling in his bed.