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
I'm so sorry for the daft spelling and grammar errors. I do check through, and they -are- ok, when I look.. but oh well. I try my best. *sigh*
Sorry. .
Chapter 35
It didn't take long for the X-Men to respond. But Storm was first there, the wheelchair being pushed along by her. She peered round the doorframe to see Logan blocking most of her view, but he stepped out of the way when he noticed her head creep in beside his arm. Storm raised a brow at the scene, for Scott was face first on the bed, grumbling about insolent creatures he had to put up with. Logan scowled, and grabbed Scott by the neck of his uniform and up righted him effortlessly. Scott heavily hit at Logan's grip, glowering at him from behind his visor.
"The Professor?" Asked Storm; still eyeing Scott dubiously as he fussed some more about his tolerance levels. Logan pulled back the door to show the Professor now sitting upright on the floor, adorned by royal blue pyjamas, a glaze to the eye and a bruise to the head.
Storm gave a gasp, flinging to her knee's beside Charles, placing a dark hand tenderly over the bruise that marked his bald head, "Who did this?!"
Logan thumbed Scott, who seemed to shrink away from the icy glare he was given by Storm.
"'E did." Said Logan gruffly, still jerking a thumb in his direction, smirking, "He's a right little - "
"Logan!" The Professor's voice suddenly silenced the room, "Less of the arguing, please." He scowled, shaking his head in empathy.
The light from the doorway was suddenly shadowed by a number of bodies, the remaining X-Men had peered in curiously upon the scene, waiting. Storm sighed, stepping over Charles to begin to help him into his chair that was now being placed in the doorway. She struggled a little, that was until Logan swiftly took her place, adamantium strength and naturally formed muscles completing the task.
Charles suddenly glanced up, now sat in his chair, a look of recognition crept into his blue eyes, which were now suddenly dominated by rare fear and concern, "The children!" He gasped abruptly.
"They've all gone!" Cried the anxious voice of Aurora, her high cheekbones pale and eyes glancing about nervously.
"Gone?" Questioned Logan, looking down to Charles, mutely demanding some sort of answer.
"I can't remember what happened." Said Charles softly, his head hanging in shame, "Whatever happened has messed up my telepathic senses with concussion."
"We need to get him to the infirmary, we need to see to Rogue too." Said Storm, wheeling the Professor out of his room and down the corridor; "We'll know nothing until the Professor is better." She continued, heels alerting them of her fading path. Glances were exchanged before the remaining X-Men followed, Scott still grumbling about something.
In the lab, Charles was now positioned in one of the beds, the X-Men surrounding the lit corner that bedded the two unwell mutants. Logan was stood out alone in the corridor, lips itching to have a cigar. He needed one at times like these he thought as he glanced around. The door beside him parted with a soft whirring noise, and Aurora came into view. She gave him a sheepish smile as he let out a gruff noise of greeting.
"You alright?" She asked softly, her pale face lighting up with the bulbs that lined the ceiling. Ashen eyes glancing up to him.
Logan straightened, looking down at the woman before him. She blinked, giving a small smile causing her eyes to perform a series of blinks, black lidded lashes closing to destroy the gaze she presented Logan with.
After a short while of silence, managing to answer, "Mm, I'm fine. Gagging for a cigar though." He said, giving a chuckle, eyes looking round randomly before back to her.
"You know.." Began Aurora, a finger from her gold arm scratching at a supple cheek, "Before all this happened.. I tried to tell you something. Something that I had worked out."
"Oh?" Commented Logan now eyeing her suspiciously.
"Yes.. You see, you know how we were.. We were both at Stryker's dam.."
"Mm hm." Said Logan, coldly now she had gone onto this sore subject.
"Well, I've realised what makes us so similar, what makes us who we are." She said, eyes now staring upon his, body was almost trembling with anticipation of telling him.
Logan straightened from his lean against the wall, causing his head to stop just a couple of inches above hers. His arms folded and he watched her with a scrutinizing, but soft expression.
"We -" She began.
Suddenly, Logan held up a hand to hush her, a smell had grabbed his nose, senses suddenly becoming active with a scent. It was an awful scent; it stank of blood and death. Logan didn't go far, he turned a corner from the lab and he didn't even have time to gasp as the sight met his eyes. Laid sprawled in the middle of the metallic hallway lay a body, bloodstained over back. The faint scent of the mutant was recognizable as Logan hurried over, flipping the body round to stare at the pale lifeless face of Lucius. Dull eyes that used to be a shimmering hazel stared back up to the ones that heaved with life, a soul purging from the chocolate lenses.
Logan turned the body back round, lifting the shirt from Lucius' back to witness a large bite mark upon his shoulder blade, the area stained heavily with black, the toxic smell sickened his senses and he turned his head away in disgust.
Aurora now hurried beside him, but it wasn't two legs that came to a halt by his gaze, but the four familiar paws of the wolfess. Aurora came round the side of the dead body, letting out a sorrowful whimper, dropping down into a laying position beside the head of Lucius, giving the forehead a tender lick as she whined, her head resting on her paws. Logan rose to his feet, looking round the corridor. He then strode off to the side, pulling out a clean linen sheet from a cupboard that sat in the metal wall. He draped it over the body in silence, then heaving the weight in his strong arms. He turned, walking on towards the lab. Aurora travelled at his waist until she silently devoured from fur to flesh and straightened beside, expression sad, but her eyes were fired with a rage. Logan couldn't help but watch as she gracefully changed, a familiar sensation gearing up inside his chest, causing his lungs to take in a sharp breath, crushing his heart with a dull ache of remembrance, recognition rising sharply to his temples.
Aurora appear to have noticed, for a slim hand of pale flesh rested on the shoulder of his X-Men uniform and her head leaned in, a new beam of light above catching her eyes, making them sparkle with a knowing glint, "We're the same you and I. Our blood is shared, our emotions alike."
They continued walking, Logan mesmerized as she finished softly, eyes resting upon the body before upon him, "You are me, and I am you."
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Can't you just feel it in the air!! ^.^
God, so many emotions in that time, poor x-men.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
I'm so sorry for the daft spelling and grammar errors. I do check through, and they -are- ok, when I look.. but oh well. I try my best. *sigh*
Sorry. .
Chapter 35
It didn't take long for the X-Men to respond. But Storm was first there, the wheelchair being pushed along by her. She peered round the doorframe to see Logan blocking most of her view, but he stepped out of the way when he noticed her head creep in beside his arm. Storm raised a brow at the scene, for Scott was face first on the bed, grumbling about insolent creatures he had to put up with. Logan scowled, and grabbed Scott by the neck of his uniform and up righted him effortlessly. Scott heavily hit at Logan's grip, glowering at him from behind his visor.
"The Professor?" Asked Storm; still eyeing Scott dubiously as he fussed some more about his tolerance levels. Logan pulled back the door to show the Professor now sitting upright on the floor, adorned by royal blue pyjamas, a glaze to the eye and a bruise to the head.
Storm gave a gasp, flinging to her knee's beside Charles, placing a dark hand tenderly over the bruise that marked his bald head, "Who did this?!"
Logan thumbed Scott, who seemed to shrink away from the icy glare he was given by Storm.
"'E did." Said Logan gruffly, still jerking a thumb in his direction, smirking, "He's a right little - "
"Logan!" The Professor's voice suddenly silenced the room, "Less of the arguing, please." He scowled, shaking his head in empathy.
The light from the doorway was suddenly shadowed by a number of bodies, the remaining X-Men had peered in curiously upon the scene, waiting. Storm sighed, stepping over Charles to begin to help him into his chair that was now being placed in the doorway. She struggled a little, that was until Logan swiftly took her place, adamantium strength and naturally formed muscles completing the task.
Charles suddenly glanced up, now sat in his chair, a look of recognition crept into his blue eyes, which were now suddenly dominated by rare fear and concern, "The children!" He gasped abruptly.
"They've all gone!" Cried the anxious voice of Aurora, her high cheekbones pale and eyes glancing about nervously.
"Gone?" Questioned Logan, looking down to Charles, mutely demanding some sort of answer.
"I can't remember what happened." Said Charles softly, his head hanging in shame, "Whatever happened has messed up my telepathic senses with concussion."
"We need to get him to the infirmary, we need to see to Rogue too." Said Storm, wheeling the Professor out of his room and down the corridor; "We'll know nothing until the Professor is better." She continued, heels alerting them of her fading path. Glances were exchanged before the remaining X-Men followed, Scott still grumbling about something.
In the lab, Charles was now positioned in one of the beds, the X-Men surrounding the lit corner that bedded the two unwell mutants. Logan was stood out alone in the corridor, lips itching to have a cigar. He needed one at times like these he thought as he glanced around. The door beside him parted with a soft whirring noise, and Aurora came into view. She gave him a sheepish smile as he let out a gruff noise of greeting.
"You alright?" She asked softly, her pale face lighting up with the bulbs that lined the ceiling. Ashen eyes glancing up to him.
Logan straightened, looking down at the woman before him. She blinked, giving a small smile causing her eyes to perform a series of blinks, black lidded lashes closing to destroy the gaze she presented Logan with.
After a short while of silence, managing to answer, "Mm, I'm fine. Gagging for a cigar though." He said, giving a chuckle, eyes looking round randomly before back to her.
"You know.." Began Aurora, a finger from her gold arm scratching at a supple cheek, "Before all this happened.. I tried to tell you something. Something that I had worked out."
"Oh?" Commented Logan now eyeing her suspiciously.
"Yes.. You see, you know how we were.. We were both at Stryker's dam.."
"Mm hm." Said Logan, coldly now she had gone onto this sore subject.
"Well, I've realised what makes us so similar, what makes us who we are." She said, eyes now staring upon his, body was almost trembling with anticipation of telling him.
Logan straightened from his lean against the wall, causing his head to stop just a couple of inches above hers. His arms folded and he watched her with a scrutinizing, but soft expression.
"We -" She began.
Suddenly, Logan held up a hand to hush her, a smell had grabbed his nose, senses suddenly becoming active with a scent. It was an awful scent; it stank of blood and death. Logan didn't go far, he turned a corner from the lab and he didn't even have time to gasp as the sight met his eyes. Laid sprawled in the middle of the metallic hallway lay a body, bloodstained over back. The faint scent of the mutant was recognizable as Logan hurried over, flipping the body round to stare at the pale lifeless face of Lucius. Dull eyes that used to be a shimmering hazel stared back up to the ones that heaved with life, a soul purging from the chocolate lenses.
Logan turned the body back round, lifting the shirt from Lucius' back to witness a large bite mark upon his shoulder blade, the area stained heavily with black, the toxic smell sickened his senses and he turned his head away in disgust.
Aurora now hurried beside him, but it wasn't two legs that came to a halt by his gaze, but the four familiar paws of the wolfess. Aurora came round the side of the dead body, letting out a sorrowful whimper, dropping down into a laying position beside the head of Lucius, giving the forehead a tender lick as she whined, her head resting on her paws. Logan rose to his feet, looking round the corridor. He then strode off to the side, pulling out a clean linen sheet from a cupboard that sat in the metal wall. He draped it over the body in silence, then heaving the weight in his strong arms. He turned, walking on towards the lab. Aurora travelled at his waist until she silently devoured from fur to flesh and straightened beside, expression sad, but her eyes were fired with a rage. Logan couldn't help but watch as she gracefully changed, a familiar sensation gearing up inside his chest, causing his lungs to take in a sharp breath, crushing his heart with a dull ache of remembrance, recognition rising sharply to his temples.
Aurora appear to have noticed, for a slim hand of pale flesh rested on the shoulder of his X-Men uniform and her head leaned in, a new beam of light above catching her eyes, making them sparkle with a knowing glint, "We're the same you and I. Our blood is shared, our emotions alike."
They continued walking, Logan mesmerized as she finished softly, eyes resting upon the body before upon him, "You are me, and I am you."
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Can't you just feel it in the air!! ^.^
God, so many emotions in that time, poor x-men.
