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
Goth13: I'm not going to turn it all lovey dovey. o.o but some romance is bound to creep in somewhere, but not largely. I'm not saying what. But come on.. it'll be alright. o.o Thanks for your review!
Blix Howlett: And you will be getting more! (: Thank you for the review.
Chapter 20
The sun was now positioned above the surrounding landscape and it gave a warm glow upon the snow-covered scene. A white patio was adorned by a few tables and chairs, all covered thickly by the perfectly placed snow. On the railings surrounding the raised patio leant Logan. The time was late morning and many mutants were still tucked under warm covers. Lights were on around the mansion and signs of life were slowly becoming active.
Logan slowly exhaled on cigar smoke, watching it drift into the freezing atmosphere. Thoughts of the early morning were upon his mind, the suspicion he felt so much before he noticed whom it was. It unnerved him to feel that way. And when he faced Aurora. She looked different, at first. He shook his head gently at his mental discussion, "Perhaps I'm going mad." He spoke up dryly inhaling on the cigar bitterly.
"Well, talking to yourself is the first sign." Came a voice from behind Logan.
Logan abruptly turned and his expression was one of a frown when he noticed Xavier sat in the open doorway to the patio. Guessing he had been joined because of his smoking he straightened and let out a grunt of thought from his chest, "I'm outside y'know. I can still smoke outside I'm sure."
Charles nodded gently, "Outside is acceptable."
Logan peered across to him, "Then why you here?" He asked roughly, turning back round and leaning on the railings once more.
"You have something on your mind."
"Well done." Came the sarcastic reply.
There was a pause in which the sound of activity murmured in the background. Charles's visage turned to one of calm concentration.
"That's a first ain't it? Can't work out what it is I'm thinking about?" Said Logan, expression satisfied.
"You have so much on your mind that even I cannot work out what is worrying you."
Logan shrugged, "So, don't matter." He muttered, inhaling on his cigar before watching smoke float from his parted lips.
"Can you work it out?" Asked Charles quietly, watching Logan with his ever- confident expression.
"Not yet. No."
"The mind can't handle so much worry. I feel you're too tense. Perhaps you should come to the party tonight? Relax a little?"
"No." Came the firm reply.
"So you're going to sit alone and mull over these thoughts?"
Logan flicked some ash calmly to the snow were it sizzled gently, "Yep." He answered.
"Logan, I'm only trying to he - "
Logan gave a loud and firmly disapproving growl and cut him off.
"Logan."
"I know you try to help others, and really, I appreciate it, y'know? But sometimes, I need to work things out for myself." He muttered, noting the time when Charles had begun to mention similar things, "Alone."
Logan stalked away from the patio, boots lightly crunching the snow. He passed Charles, obligingly rubbing the burning ash on the wall painted by ice, which burnt gently before it fell away, to reveal the brickwork unscarred.
"Merry Christmas, Logan." Said Charles as Logan entered the mansion,
"Yeah, whatever." Logan murmured, stalking down the corridor to seek privacy.
***
To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Goth13: I'm not going to turn it all lovey dovey. o.o but some romance is bound to creep in somewhere, but not largely. I'm not saying what. But come on.. it'll be alright. o.o Thanks for your review!
Blix Howlett: And you will be getting more! (: Thank you for the review.
Chapter 20
The sun was now positioned above the surrounding landscape and it gave a warm glow upon the snow-covered scene. A white patio was adorned by a few tables and chairs, all covered thickly by the perfectly placed snow. On the railings surrounding the raised patio leant Logan. The time was late morning and many mutants were still tucked under warm covers. Lights were on around the mansion and signs of life were slowly becoming active.
Logan slowly exhaled on cigar smoke, watching it drift into the freezing atmosphere. Thoughts of the early morning were upon his mind, the suspicion he felt so much before he noticed whom it was. It unnerved him to feel that way. And when he faced Aurora. She looked different, at first. He shook his head gently at his mental discussion, "Perhaps I'm going mad." He spoke up dryly inhaling on the cigar bitterly.
"Well, talking to yourself is the first sign." Came a voice from behind Logan.
Logan abruptly turned and his expression was one of a frown when he noticed Xavier sat in the open doorway to the patio. Guessing he had been joined because of his smoking he straightened and let out a grunt of thought from his chest, "I'm outside y'know. I can still smoke outside I'm sure."
Charles nodded gently, "Outside is acceptable."
Logan peered across to him, "Then why you here?" He asked roughly, turning back round and leaning on the railings once more.
"You have something on your mind."
"Well done." Came the sarcastic reply.
There was a pause in which the sound of activity murmured in the background. Charles's visage turned to one of calm concentration.
"That's a first ain't it? Can't work out what it is I'm thinking about?" Said Logan, expression satisfied.
"You have so much on your mind that even I cannot work out what is worrying you."
Logan shrugged, "So, don't matter." He muttered, inhaling on his cigar before watching smoke float from his parted lips.
"Can you work it out?" Asked Charles quietly, watching Logan with his ever- confident expression.
"Not yet. No."
"The mind can't handle so much worry. I feel you're too tense. Perhaps you should come to the party tonight? Relax a little?"
"No." Came the firm reply.
"So you're going to sit alone and mull over these thoughts?"
Logan flicked some ash calmly to the snow were it sizzled gently, "Yep." He answered.
"Logan, I'm only trying to he - "
Logan gave a loud and firmly disapproving growl and cut him off.
"Logan."
"I know you try to help others, and really, I appreciate it, y'know? But sometimes, I need to work things out for myself." He muttered, noting the time when Charles had begun to mention similar things, "Alone."
Logan stalked away from the patio, boots lightly crunching the snow. He passed Charles, obligingly rubbing the burning ash on the wall painted by ice, which burnt gently before it fell away, to reveal the brickwork unscarred.
"Merry Christmas, Logan." Said Charles as Logan entered the mansion,
"Yeah, whatever." Logan murmured, stalking down the corridor to seek privacy.
***
To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
