Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora, Granite
and Serpentine and the weapons I gave to Orion, plus her name. But the
character itself remains Marvel's. Plot is mine though.
Silvervine: Thank you. I'm glad new reviewers keep popping up. (:
Sych 77: If you go through the first few chapters, you may notice that her arm is never actually on view. That arm is always hidden, may it be by glove (Chap 2) Or by blanket (Chap 6) Or even by duvet (Chap 9.) I apologize for that defensive reply. But I wanted to make sure my reviewers and readers understood. (: I came over all protective of my story. 0: Please do reply though Sych 77, tell me if my explanation helped!
Oh, and a small note. My enthusiasm is very slightly sinking. Please review more! It's a great boost when I read them. I don't want to give up on this. How do I know if people are reading if you don't review? ): Thankies.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 14
Bright sunlight cascaded through the large windows of the east side of the building, spilling through the glass to create a ripple of light over the floor then to climb up the wall where it stopped short of the ceiling. A shadow passed through, cutting the sunlight from the wall for a few seconds before onwards it moved.
Logan, with a cigar perched jauntily at the mouth stalked through the corridors of the school, which were eerily silent, but a background of buzzing was there as lessons were taking place within the school. He was now wearing a shirt after he had decided it was quite inappropriate to stroll round a school half naked.
Logan wasn't really sure why he was wandering around so. He had no clear idea of what he was planning on doing, but he was heading for Xavier's office. He let out a stream of smoke from his parted lips and allowed it to stroll upwards, curling into the atmosphere before he headed forward to large wooden doors. Through the doors he burst, shoving them open forcefully. Now he was wearing his boots, they clumped thickly on the wooden floors, though very quiet. He stalked over to Xavier's desk where the professor was now surveying him over a copy of the day's newspaper, "Whilst that smoking continues I shall keep my threat Logan." He gently said, closing the newspaper and dropping it upon the clean surface of his desk.
Logan stood there, his eyes looking vividly down upon the Professor. His hands were shoved to his hips and he looked expectant. The cigar remained being inhaled upon as Charles watched him.
Charles made no response to Logan's attitude, he merely leaned back in his chair and studied him from a wise gaze, "What is it you want to ask me Logan?"
Logan sniffed softly, looking round. He could tell the Professor already knew.
"Logan." Came his soothing voice, eyes on the cigar, "I told you - "
Logan leaned forward over the desk, his fists supporting his weight and he glowered at the professor, now almost at his level, "I don't respond to threats." He muttered sending a small stream of smoke into Charles's face.
Charles's, in response, just calmly moved his chair away from the smoke and joined Logan round his side of the desk, "Aurora." He began, straightening.
"Yeah, Aurora." Logan muttered, still smoking the cigar.
Charles's watched him; not flinching at smoke lunged through his nostrils.
Logan remained glaring down before he looked away uncomfortably, taking faint interest in a picture on the far wall. Anything to avoid the disapproving glare he got from Charles.
"You've come here to ask me why I didn't tell you about Aurora's past. About her arm, and about how she isn't controlled by Magneto."
Logan gave a firm nod; his eyes now back to Charles, ever attentive.
Charles moved over his chair, back behind the desk, "Quite simply because it is not my responsibility Logan. I cannot simply tell you another person's personal thoughts. It really is up to her whether she chooses to give this information to you."
"Yeah bu -."
"And even though I can pick up on her memories and thoughts." Charles interrupted firmly, "I refuse to spread it like gossip."
Logan chewed bitterly still on the cigar. He knew Charles's was right.
Logan dropped down heavily upon a leather armchair that was conveniently beside the desk, "What about the healing ability of hers. Did you know all about that?"
Charles gave a solemn nod.
Logan bristled gently, but knew it was wrong to get angry.
There was a pregnant pause in the atmosphere, which involved in Charles looking randomly towards the window then back to Logan, who was still chewing at his cigar, staring at the floor.
"What's her mutation?" Said Logan suddenly, turning his head to Charles, and fixing him a glare, curious.
Charles leant back in his chair, sending Logan firm glance, and gave him a calm shake of his head.
Logan muttered incoherently to himself grimly before he rose suddenly and turned to the door, striding across the office, "I'll ask her myself." He grunted aloud, lifting the cigar from his lips with a large hand.
Charles nodded to him, "That is the best way Logan."
Logan gave a nod, followed by a rough sigh.
"Oh, and Logan?" Came the Professors voice. Once Logan acknowledged the request he turned and nodded, "Yeah?"
"Give this to Aurora. It fell off last night." Charles outstretched palm passed Logan a gold necklace, in the morning sunlight the pendant dazzled majestically, it was a silhouette of a wolf's head.
Logan paused, gave a grunt of a reply and disappeared through the large oak doors.
^I can have you in a flowery dress by tomorrow, Logan.^ Came a smooth voice inside Logan's mind.
Logan in reply merely grumbled to himself and deposited the cigar. Shoving it firmly into a large plant pot that held a single geranium. Once the ashes smouldered he lifted his cigar and trod on through the corridor, eyes upon the necklace.
*** NEWS: I've created a site for people who want to view the characters that I have created. It has pictures and full profiles: www.freewebs.com/xwotw
Silvervine: Thank you. I'm glad new reviewers keep popping up. (:
Sych 77: If you go through the first few chapters, you may notice that her arm is never actually on view. That arm is always hidden, may it be by glove (Chap 2) Or by blanket (Chap 6) Or even by duvet (Chap 9.) I apologize for that defensive reply. But I wanted to make sure my reviewers and readers understood. (: I came over all protective of my story. 0: Please do reply though Sych 77, tell me if my explanation helped!
Oh, and a small note. My enthusiasm is very slightly sinking. Please review more! It's a great boost when I read them. I don't want to give up on this. How do I know if people are reading if you don't review? ): Thankies.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 14
Bright sunlight cascaded through the large windows of the east side of the building, spilling through the glass to create a ripple of light over the floor then to climb up the wall where it stopped short of the ceiling. A shadow passed through, cutting the sunlight from the wall for a few seconds before onwards it moved.
Logan, with a cigar perched jauntily at the mouth stalked through the corridors of the school, which were eerily silent, but a background of buzzing was there as lessons were taking place within the school. He was now wearing a shirt after he had decided it was quite inappropriate to stroll round a school half naked.
Logan wasn't really sure why he was wandering around so. He had no clear idea of what he was planning on doing, but he was heading for Xavier's office. He let out a stream of smoke from his parted lips and allowed it to stroll upwards, curling into the atmosphere before he headed forward to large wooden doors. Through the doors he burst, shoving them open forcefully. Now he was wearing his boots, they clumped thickly on the wooden floors, though very quiet. He stalked over to Xavier's desk where the professor was now surveying him over a copy of the day's newspaper, "Whilst that smoking continues I shall keep my threat Logan." He gently said, closing the newspaper and dropping it upon the clean surface of his desk.
Logan stood there, his eyes looking vividly down upon the Professor. His hands were shoved to his hips and he looked expectant. The cigar remained being inhaled upon as Charles watched him.
Charles made no response to Logan's attitude, he merely leaned back in his chair and studied him from a wise gaze, "What is it you want to ask me Logan?"
Logan sniffed softly, looking round. He could tell the Professor already knew.
"Logan." Came his soothing voice, eyes on the cigar, "I told you - "
Logan leaned forward over the desk, his fists supporting his weight and he glowered at the professor, now almost at his level, "I don't respond to threats." He muttered sending a small stream of smoke into Charles's face.
Charles's, in response, just calmly moved his chair away from the smoke and joined Logan round his side of the desk, "Aurora." He began, straightening.
"Yeah, Aurora." Logan muttered, still smoking the cigar.
Charles's watched him; not flinching at smoke lunged through his nostrils.
Logan remained glaring down before he looked away uncomfortably, taking faint interest in a picture on the far wall. Anything to avoid the disapproving glare he got from Charles.
"You've come here to ask me why I didn't tell you about Aurora's past. About her arm, and about how she isn't controlled by Magneto."
Logan gave a firm nod; his eyes now back to Charles, ever attentive.
Charles moved over his chair, back behind the desk, "Quite simply because it is not my responsibility Logan. I cannot simply tell you another person's personal thoughts. It really is up to her whether she chooses to give this information to you."
"Yeah bu -."
"And even though I can pick up on her memories and thoughts." Charles interrupted firmly, "I refuse to spread it like gossip."
Logan chewed bitterly still on the cigar. He knew Charles's was right.
Logan dropped down heavily upon a leather armchair that was conveniently beside the desk, "What about the healing ability of hers. Did you know all about that?"
Charles gave a solemn nod.
Logan bristled gently, but knew it was wrong to get angry.
There was a pregnant pause in the atmosphere, which involved in Charles looking randomly towards the window then back to Logan, who was still chewing at his cigar, staring at the floor.
"What's her mutation?" Said Logan suddenly, turning his head to Charles, and fixing him a glare, curious.
Charles leant back in his chair, sending Logan firm glance, and gave him a calm shake of his head.
Logan muttered incoherently to himself grimly before he rose suddenly and turned to the door, striding across the office, "I'll ask her myself." He grunted aloud, lifting the cigar from his lips with a large hand.
Charles nodded to him, "That is the best way Logan."
Logan gave a nod, followed by a rough sigh.
"Oh, and Logan?" Came the Professors voice. Once Logan acknowledged the request he turned and nodded, "Yeah?"
"Give this to Aurora. It fell off last night." Charles outstretched palm passed Logan a gold necklace, in the morning sunlight the pendant dazzled majestically, it was a silhouette of a wolf's head.
Logan paused, gave a grunt of a reply and disappeared through the large oak doors.
^I can have you in a flowery dress by tomorrow, Logan.^ Came a smooth voice inside Logan's mind.
Logan in reply merely grumbled to himself and deposited the cigar. Shoving it firmly into a large plant pot that held a single geranium. Once the ashes smouldered he lifted his cigar and trod on through the corridor, eyes upon the necklace.
*** NEWS: I've created a site for people who want to view the characters that I have created. It has pictures and full profiles: www.freewebs.com/xwotw
