Parameters for chapter 2.

Wolverine goes ballistic and kills somebody(your choosing.)

logan

He snarled and snapped, pulling every last organ out of the rib cage in front of him and shredding it. Every nerve in his body demanded it. Protection demanded it. Love demanded it. Caring demanded it.

Logan

The throat was already gone, but he started working on splitting the head open. It was hard going, but he kept trying, hands flailing, claws spasmodically sinking deeper and deeper.

LOGAN!

His mind finally seized on the voice. It was…it was…Chuck? Why was Chuck screaming at him?

For that matter, why was there a lot of screaming?

He slowly came back to himself. He had…heard something. He was in the hallway between the men's and women's dorm, and he heard something from the women's side. A half-hushed cry.

He stealthily slipped in and checked things out. Kitty was fine. Jubilee was out. Storm's room was up top. His distress increased. He knew what it had to be, but he made sure the others were okay first.

He entered her room and a growling voice met him. "Logan. Come for sloppy seconds?"

He knew it. It had to be Jean. He lost it. He pulled Creed off her and had it out with him, right there, right then. He lost every conscious thought in the red rage consuming him.

Now he saw he was still in Jean's room. She had been taken out (good, she was bleeding, he bled her), but Kitty, Rogue, Jubilee, and strangely enough, Scott, all were there watching him.

He tried to calm his breathing, calm his mind. Bits of Creed were scattered all over the floor. It was very wet and messy. He cleared his throat. "Shouldn't you be with her?" He retracted his claws, remaining kneeling on the floor in Creed's blood.

Scott knelt down and looked into his eyes, red visor gleaming in the light from the hallway. "Are you in there now?"

"Yeah. Why aren't you with her?" He would not give in to the rage again. He closed his eyes. "Go see her, Summers. She needs you. I don't."

Scott stayed where he was. "I needed to see it. I wanted to help. God help me, I wanted to help. I needed to tell you that this time, I think you were right. I'm glad you killed him." The man's hand gripped his shoulder. It was so uncharacteristic of old One-Eye that he let it happen. Scott thanking him for killing someone? What crazy world was he in now?

Scott left. The girls did, too, after he told them to get out. He took what was left of the body and went out into the woods surrounding the mansion. After burning what remained of the flesh, he buried the bones, muscles aching as he cut into the ground.

A familiar smell reached him. Of course. She had to come, didn't she?

"Logan." She walked into the small clearing, yellow eyes watching him closely.

"Ain't no keepin' a secret around here, is there?" He watched Mystique approach, blue skin shining a little in the dying firelight.

"Not from me." She sat next to him. He pushed the last of the dirt over the adamantium corpse and frowned at her.

"Why are you here, Raven?"

She paused. "Your Jean and I share something."

He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Need me to dig him back up so you can be sure he's dead?"

She laughed. "No. I am certain you are more than capable of disposing of anyone. I have seen you in action."

"Yeah." He leaned back. She curled up by his side and rested her head on his chest. "Dawn's comin' soon. You might get caught if you stay."

He couldn't see her, but he was sure she was smiling. "I am certain you can put off any pursuit, Logan, as can my dear son."

He put his arm over her. "Demanding dame, aren't ya?"

"I am not Danish."

"Hm." He started gently nibbling her fingers. "Let's find out."