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Notes: This -*^*^* Represents a change in POV.
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Just as I was drifting to sleep I heard someone talking in my living room. Panic froze my blood and I lay as still as I could, the voice quieted and there was a little bit of movement then nothing. Sitting up, I tossed my legs over the edge of my bed and crept over to the door.
'Maybe it's the new guy and he accidentally thought this was his apartment?' I thought to myself, knowing that I had done the same when I first moved in but had caught myself before closing the door.
'You locked the door…' A little voice in my head whispered over the pounding of my heart.
Having nothing to take with me as a weapon but a glass that had been full of water, I slowly made my way into the hallway where I could just see the outline of a man.
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"Kurt! If this is your idea for some kind of joke I'm gonna…" The words died in my throat as I realized that the scent of brimstone and smoke wasn't in the air.
I sniffed the air again recognizing the scent almost immediately. I glanced around the room, a laugh escaped passed my lips, here I was standing in the middle of Ripley's living room without a clue as to how I got here. Suddenly I began to feel lightheaded, the feeling came and went pretty quick leaving me wondering what it was all about. Then I started to notice that all my senses had dulled…
"Who the Hell are you and why are you in my apartment!?" A voice shouted, I turned towards it out of reflexes and was hit in the head with something hard.
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"Who the Hell are you and why are you in my apartment!?" I screamed clutching the glass to my chest, the man turned towards me and I panicked throwing the glass and nailing him the head with it.
The glass shattered, the pieces falling with the man to the floor. He stood up again three knife like blades shot out the back of his left hand, gasping I fell back a step.
"Logan?"
He looked up at me, his claws retracting as he wiped away the blood on his face only succeeding in smearing it across his forehead.
I flipped on the light, my hands trembling, "It is you!"
"Who did ya think it was?" He growled wiping at the blood again.
"You scared the Hell outta me you jerk!" I snapped clenching my fists by my sides.
He shrugged holding a hand to the gash across his hand.
I stepped forward again and pulled his hand away from his head, "You're still bleeding." I whispered frowning.
"Ya got a heck of an arm there darlin'," He drawled, sarcasm lacing his voice, "Can you…?" He gestured towards his head with his free hand, which was also still bleeding from where his claws had come out.
"Oh yea, hold on," I ran into the bathroom pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink, then came back into the living room finding Logan seated on the couch, "Here." I kneeled in from of him opening the case and pulled out some bandages and a wrap.
He didn't say a word as he allowed me to clean and bandage the cut across his forehead and the wounds on his hands.
"How'd you get here?" I asked pulling myself onto the couch next to him.
"Light bulb." He grunted with a shrug.
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A/N: What'd ya'll think? Should I write both of their POV's like I've been doing or should I stick to one person's POV?
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