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.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 19
It was early morning at Westchester. Fresh rays spilled over the sparkling white lawns and enlightened the glass windows that were frosted up with misty condensation. The mansion was eerily silent, and empty of life. All the mutants were fast asleep, dreaming of pleasures and niceties.
A footstep broke through the rays and continued on. Thick in a jumper and jeans Logan prowled the corridors. The sun had only just risen, and so had he, thanks to a recollection of memories formed into a twisted nightmare. Logan was just wandering. Shifting through the corridors, on guard, alert senses picking up every sound and locating its source with deadly accuracy.
A footstep hit the floor, alien to him. There was something different about it. It was soft. Padded. His mind raced at a furious speed, one matched by the animal kingdom only. It seemed too strange, small feet. No mutant here had footsteps like that, and Logan knew, for he heard them all and automatically stored them to know who was a friend or foe. They had stopped.. they were shuffling. Logan's head lifted and he sniffed the air, he could smell something... Something familiar... familiar to his nature, but also.
His eyes narrowed and his thoughts sank away as the shuffling came closer. Speeding he stalked across the corridor, dashing through the rays of light that refused to fall apart once he left their presence.
He stopped. He could hear breathing.
The familiarity of this other being was so strong he could feel Deja Vu stabbing at his brain. But where, when.. And, most importantly, what?
Eyes stared through the dim light of the North corridor, rimmed exotically by fairy lights, which lightened his destined corner every now and then. It was there. Just round the corner.
The silence was shattered abruptly by a crash of adamanitum as they ripped through his skin. Since the halls were so quiet the sound had rebounded off the walls and echoed eerily. A faint growl left Logan's throat and in a flash he wheeled his body to face the enemy. Adamantium claws raised and ready to kill his foe.
"Aagh!"
A shrill gasp of a scream slid into his ears, his eyes stared viciously at the foe.
"Aurora!" He breathed, straightening, claws instantly sliding back into his flesh, their thirst for a bloodied kill outlived. He peered across to her rather suspiciously, her skin appeared white, not pale, but white, like the fresh snow that currently fell.
Aurora stared across to him, regaining her position of calm, "Why so edgy?" She muttered, not happy about the shock.
Logan shrugged, slightly embarrassed by his actions, "Something felt wrong.. I don't know." He muttered, "Sorry." He sidestepped her and passed on down the corridor, his form being watched by Aurora.
Logan paused and called back to her without turning, "Christmas thing starts at 7." He then carried on, boots silently making their way across the dim corridor.
"You goin'?"
"No." He answered abruptly, followed by a snort.
"Oh.."
Logan let out another snort of scorn, he'd never prance about at some Christmas junk. No. Not him. He'd be staying far from that.
As he left the North corridor, his minds was still reeling on the effects he could have on a Christmas party, to not notice the wet foot prints across the wooden floor..
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
What's with the lack of reviews guys! I feel so alone.. *sniffs* ;.;
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 19
It was early morning at Westchester. Fresh rays spilled over the sparkling white lawns and enlightened the glass windows that were frosted up with misty condensation. The mansion was eerily silent, and empty of life. All the mutants were fast asleep, dreaming of pleasures and niceties.
A footstep broke through the rays and continued on. Thick in a jumper and jeans Logan prowled the corridors. The sun had only just risen, and so had he, thanks to a recollection of memories formed into a twisted nightmare. Logan was just wandering. Shifting through the corridors, on guard, alert senses picking up every sound and locating its source with deadly accuracy.
A footstep hit the floor, alien to him. There was something different about it. It was soft. Padded. His mind raced at a furious speed, one matched by the animal kingdom only. It seemed too strange, small feet. No mutant here had footsteps like that, and Logan knew, for he heard them all and automatically stored them to know who was a friend or foe. They had stopped.. they were shuffling. Logan's head lifted and he sniffed the air, he could smell something... Something familiar... familiar to his nature, but also.
His eyes narrowed and his thoughts sank away as the shuffling came closer. Speeding he stalked across the corridor, dashing through the rays of light that refused to fall apart once he left their presence.
He stopped. He could hear breathing.
The familiarity of this other being was so strong he could feel Deja Vu stabbing at his brain. But where, when.. And, most importantly, what?
Eyes stared through the dim light of the North corridor, rimmed exotically by fairy lights, which lightened his destined corner every now and then. It was there. Just round the corner.
The silence was shattered abruptly by a crash of adamanitum as they ripped through his skin. Since the halls were so quiet the sound had rebounded off the walls and echoed eerily. A faint growl left Logan's throat and in a flash he wheeled his body to face the enemy. Adamantium claws raised and ready to kill his foe.
"Aagh!"
A shrill gasp of a scream slid into his ears, his eyes stared viciously at the foe.
"Aurora!" He breathed, straightening, claws instantly sliding back into his flesh, their thirst for a bloodied kill outlived. He peered across to her rather suspiciously, her skin appeared white, not pale, but white, like the fresh snow that currently fell.
Aurora stared across to him, regaining her position of calm, "Why so edgy?" She muttered, not happy about the shock.
Logan shrugged, slightly embarrassed by his actions, "Something felt wrong.. I don't know." He muttered, "Sorry." He sidestepped her and passed on down the corridor, his form being watched by Aurora.
Logan paused and called back to her without turning, "Christmas thing starts at 7." He then carried on, boots silently making their way across the dim corridor.
"You goin'?"
"No." He answered abruptly, followed by a snort.
"Oh.."
Logan let out another snort of scorn, he'd never prance about at some Christmas junk. No. Not him. He'd be staying far from that.
As he left the North corridor, his minds was still reeling on the effects he could have on a Christmas party, to not notice the wet foot prints across the wooden floor..
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
What's with the lack of reviews guys! I feel so alone.. *sniffs* ;.;
