Okay. The whole not updating in months thing, I didn't think anyone really
wanted to read it. But, apparently, I was wrong. So, here is my attempt at
finishing "Finish the Unfinished." HAHA! Sorry. But it won't be good or
long because I'm working on a novel and school and looking for work so yea.
Legal Crap: To my dismay, I do not own X-Men. Nor do I own the incredibly gorgeous Logan! SOB BUT! I also own none of the other characters. pout life is cruel!
Here we go:
Marie awoke with a groan. Her head ached with a fierce passion, but when she tried to put her hand to the throbbing temple, she found she was paralyzed. No...not paralyzed...bound to a pole.
"What the..." Marie thrashed from side to side, but her attempts were all terribly futile. So with a huff she took a stab at rising to her feet. "Come on...just a little..." She was mumbling to herself.
"Having fun?"
The voice was filled with amusement. Grudgingly, Marie sighed and gave up on her attempt to stand. She searched the room and found that it was empty except for her. Well, what she could see of it was empty. Shadows as dark and thick as curtains covered the majority of the room.
"What do you think you're trying to do, Lance?"
"Do?" Lance seemed to be speaking from the wall. "What ever are you talking about?" His laugh was long and loud...but where...
That's when Marie found the answer. A speaker box was set up in a corner. It was almost invisible, except a red light that seemed to have been covered by something was dully coming through.
"Jerk!" His laughing suddenly died and silence loomed." You can't even face me yourself?" Marie began to stand again. "You have to bind me and speak from a room somewhere else and have me listen to a speaker box!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll face you. But it's not time...yet."
It hurt. The air was cold, bitter against his face. His side ached from lack of circulation. His chest convulsing from his deep breathes. What hurt was the fear in his heart. The fear that he may be too late. The fear that she was...no. He'd know, he'd feel it.
Logan was now cursing himself for being blind. He had been enraged when he left, leaving the bike behind. He was running. Her scent was weak, but it was there. The leather gloves he held in his hand was the only thing that that kept him going.
How could she have been with out them? She never removed her gloves. Yet, this had been carelessly thrown on the floor, the other only feet away from it. He had to find her and give her the gloves. She would want them.
Logan stopped running, his breath coming in heaves. There was a fork. Which way to go? Left...right...strait? He took a quick sniff of the air. Confused with what he found he did the same once more. All right then. Logan sprinted through the thick woods between the left and strait forks. He noticed he was on a make shift path. It was barely visible, but it was there.
I'll find you Marie. I promise I will. I'll find you, and kill whom ever have you. I love you Marie...Rogue.
Logan...Marie's head shot up quickly. Had she been dreaming? When had she fallen asleep? She had heard him, he had said her name. Both of them. It was as if he had been next to her. Promising her all the things she wanted and more. But, no, it had been a dream. She was bound and lost. How could it have been real?
Marie glances around the room. What in the hell? The walls were red and clean. She was lying in a bed, warm and soft, like silk. She sat up and put her feet on the soft plush carpet. Where was she? How had she...
All thought stopped. A hand, rough but sensitive, was stroking her arm from wrist to shoulder and back again. A face was nuzzled to the back of her neck and warm breath fluttered over her flesh.
"What's wrong lovely?" Logan!
Legal Crap: To my dismay, I do not own X-Men. Nor do I own the incredibly gorgeous Logan! SOB BUT! I also own none of the other characters. pout life is cruel!
Here we go:
Marie awoke with a groan. Her head ached with a fierce passion, but when she tried to put her hand to the throbbing temple, she found she was paralyzed. No...not paralyzed...bound to a pole.
"What the..." Marie thrashed from side to side, but her attempts were all terribly futile. So with a huff she took a stab at rising to her feet. "Come on...just a little..." She was mumbling to herself.
"Having fun?"
The voice was filled with amusement. Grudgingly, Marie sighed and gave up on her attempt to stand. She searched the room and found that it was empty except for her. Well, what she could see of it was empty. Shadows as dark and thick as curtains covered the majority of the room.
"What do you think you're trying to do, Lance?"
"Do?" Lance seemed to be speaking from the wall. "What ever are you talking about?" His laugh was long and loud...but where...
That's when Marie found the answer. A speaker box was set up in a corner. It was almost invisible, except a red light that seemed to have been covered by something was dully coming through.
"Jerk!" His laughing suddenly died and silence loomed." You can't even face me yourself?" Marie began to stand again. "You have to bind me and speak from a room somewhere else and have me listen to a speaker box!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll face you. But it's not time...yet."
It hurt. The air was cold, bitter against his face. His side ached from lack of circulation. His chest convulsing from his deep breathes. What hurt was the fear in his heart. The fear that he may be too late. The fear that she was...no. He'd know, he'd feel it.
Logan was now cursing himself for being blind. He had been enraged when he left, leaving the bike behind. He was running. Her scent was weak, but it was there. The leather gloves he held in his hand was the only thing that that kept him going.
How could she have been with out them? She never removed her gloves. Yet, this had been carelessly thrown on the floor, the other only feet away from it. He had to find her and give her the gloves. She would want them.
Logan stopped running, his breath coming in heaves. There was a fork. Which way to go? Left...right...strait? He took a quick sniff of the air. Confused with what he found he did the same once more. All right then. Logan sprinted through the thick woods between the left and strait forks. He noticed he was on a make shift path. It was barely visible, but it was there.
I'll find you Marie. I promise I will. I'll find you, and kill whom ever have you. I love you Marie...Rogue.
Logan...Marie's head shot up quickly. Had she been dreaming? When had she fallen asleep? She had heard him, he had said her name. Both of them. It was as if he had been next to her. Promising her all the things she wanted and more. But, no, it had been a dream. She was bound and lost. How could it have been real?
Marie glances around the room. What in the hell? The walls were red and clean. She was lying in a bed, warm and soft, like silk. She sat up and put her feet on the soft plush carpet. Where was she? How had she...
All thought stopped. A hand, rough but sensitive, was stroking her arm from wrist to shoulder and back again. A face was nuzzled to the back of her neck and warm breath fluttered over her flesh.
"What's wrong lovely?" Logan!