Title: Save Me
Author: Tasa-chan
Email: chibisoaphotmail.com
Disclaimer: I own... everyone but Logan yay! But I don't own Xmen :S
Feedback: Pretty please??
Rating: PG-13, may change later.
Warnings: language, descriptive (slightly) deaths...
Save Me 7
"So sleep tonight in idle dreams
The pain will drown your silent screams"
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"Good morning, Logan." He knew his name. Logan turned to look at his greeter and saw a group of curious teenagers, and a man in a wheelchair. How did he know? The bald man that had greeted him said something to the kids, and they packed their items and left. One girl ran back to grab her book, then proceeded to run through the door. The very thick, very closed door. What the hell?!
"Physics." Logan's mind raced with questions and exclamations and all the man had to say was 'physics'?!
"I'm Charles Xavier. Would you like some breakfast?" The man was offering him breakfast? Christ, where the hell was he, a hotel?
"Where am I?" Logan asked, keeping himself on high alert.
"Weschester, New York. You were attacked." Oh yeah, he remembered that. "My People brought you here for medical attention."
"I don't need medical attention." Logan growled. These people could have been the same people, they would have known that. The professor was nodding and saying something to him. A familiar scent caught his nose. That girl from the bar? Was she here too?
"Where's the girl?"
"Rogue? She's here. She's fine."
"Really." It was more of a statement than a question. The man just gazed into his eyes. The door behind him opened and Logan turned to see two people walking in.
Charles introduced them all to him with real names and some rediculous nicknames as well. The red haired doctor from before walked in, grabbing his attention. Charles went on, promoting this 'School for the Gifted.' and Logan finally had enough. He turned to leave, coming face to face with Cyclops. He was quickly assessed as not being a threat, so Logan grabbed him and made a small threat about him getting out of the way.
"Logan. It's been almost fifteen years, hasn't it?" Logan froze and let go of the wimp's shirt. "Living from day to day, moving from place to place with no memory of who, or hat you are."
A measly 'Shut up.' was all he could manage to say. How did he know all this?
"Give me a chance. I may be able to help you find some answers."
"How did you know?" Logan whispered, eyes darting around the room. 'you're not the only one with gifts' echoed in his mind. The voices he'd heard before chorused all around him.
Logan looked around, but saw no one saying them, and no one seemed to be hearing them but him. Xavier was staring at him. It dawned on him that he had been the one making those voices. He finally asked,
"What is this place?"
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"Do it." he urged quietly. Kaylee opened her bottle of water and sent blobs towards the video surveillance camera. Darren waved at the lady at the machine and she froze in spot. Kaylee's water blobs stilled in front of the camera lenses while Darren snuck up beside the lady and looked over her at the bank machine. He pushed a few buttons, grabbed the bills that emerged, touched the woman's shoulder and walked briskly away. Kaylee ran in the opposite direction, removing the water blobs with her.
They met up behind the small hotel at the edge of the town.
"How much did you get?" Kaylee questioned, leaning casually against the wall.
"Two-hundred and fifty." he answered. Kaylee nodded and looked into the woods.
"Do you think what we're doing is wrong?" she asked, looking back at him.
Darren gazed at her for a moment, seemingly in thought.
"Yeah," he paused, "do you?"
"Yeah." she agreed softly, the echo of one of her teacher's voice in her mind telling her; 'You can't do wrong for a good reason.' She frowned and shifted her stance.
The sun had set a while ago, leaving the air around them crisp and cool. Kaylee wrapped her arms around herself and looked over at Darren.
"I'm going inside."
Darren nodded and headed off to the office to pay for another night.
Inside, Kaylee leaned against the narrow wall of the shower stall in the cramped bathroom, hot water sliding down her skin in tiny streams. Her hair, now chin-length, was plastered to her head. She closed her eyes and thought about him, concentrated real hard on his features, which were now almost nothing in her memory. She sighed and opened her eyes, coming face-to-face with a water sculpture resembling him. Kaylee touched the face, sending it splashing to the ground, and she frowned.
"I'm coming for you Logan, I promise."
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She climbed into the single small bed tucked away in the corner of the room. It was the cheapest room in the building, so the furniture was sparse, and the room was tiny, but it was their home for now. Darren wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"G'night, Kaylee." he mumbled in her ear.
"Night." she replied.
They fell into a comfortable sleep, that didn't quite last into the morning.
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Logan rolled into the large, soft bed and sighed in appreciation. This was much better than the flimsy foam mattress in his camper.
Wiped from the extensive tour of the school and its grounds, it didn't take Logan long to fall into a fit full slumber. The images that Jean had resurfaced bubbled to life in his subconscious, awakening a chapter of his life he'd long ago locked away.
Scalpels, champagne, blood, chatter, metal... they were all confused in his mind, playing each in small fits and bursts. He was overwhelmed by a sense of drowning and fought to escape, the images escaped from his mind and he shot up, releasing his claws into the nearest body.
When there weren't any shouts, his vision revealed a young girl gasping for breath, perched on his adamantium claws. Logan stared, shocked, while she coughed and gasped for air. He retracted the claws, making her choke even more. He reached out to hold her and paused.
"Help me..." he weakly stuttered, his body trembling. "Somebody HELP!" He managed to roar, as the girl stumbled forward and slowly reached out to his face.
The pain was incredible. Memories whipped through his mind, and his energy depleted viciously fast. His lungs squeezed empty and he groaned, he barely registered the lights turning on and the people rushing into the room.
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He could smell it again. That smell. Silently he stalked through the forest, following the smell wafting in the air.
It was a scent he hadn't smelt before, but it somehow seemed familiar. He caught up to his prey, and caught sight of it. It was standing on two legs, somewhat like he was, only not hunched over. The thing looked in his general direction and backed away slowly.
"Logan?" it called timidly. The sound flipped a switch on in his head, but he didn't know why.
He inched closer, preparing to pounce when his target broke into a run in the opposite direction. His heart rate sped up, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The chase was on.
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She ran for all she was worth, ducking under branches and leaping over obstacles. She didn't dare yell, in case the wrong person heard, and found her. Something inside of her cried out happily, urging her to veer right. She followed her instincts and came upon a stream. The feeling inside grew, and she ran alongside the stream, unconsciously dragging a a growing wave of water along with her.
She reached a lake, and hesitated, she glanced back and heard the rush of something moving through the bushes. She ran out onto the water, without even realizing what she was doing. When it dawned on her, she turned and looked back at the beach, seeing a figure hunched over there. She squinted and stepped closer. Kaylee shielded her eyes and gasped in surprise.
It was Logan.
Her concentration shattered, and the water underneath her gave way. She felt like she was being stabbed by knives all over her body, the lake was still freezing cold. She fought to get a current of water to lift her out, but she couldn't concentrate, and began to panic. Her lungs burned, and her limbs were beginning to feel numb. Slowly, her breath escaped from her lips, sending bubbles towards the surface. Instinctively, she breathed in.... and felt normal, like breathing air. Taking a few deep breaths, she collected her thoughts and
managed to make a current of water to push her body back to shore.
She rolled up onto sand a few moments later, completely numb, and feeling really exhausted. She closed her eyes, and drifted into blackness.
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Lyrical Quote: "Psychopomp" The Tea Party
I'm sorry everybody for it being so long, But I've been so busy.. and lazy... and I find that writing a little bit every day before bed is really getting me far .... so I hope to update again soon!
Author: Tasa-chan
Email: chibisoaphotmail.com
Disclaimer: I own... everyone but Logan yay! But I don't own Xmen :S
Feedback: Pretty please??
Rating: PG-13, may change later.
Warnings: language, descriptive (slightly) deaths...
Save Me 7
"So sleep tonight in idle dreams
The pain will drown your silent screams"
-----------------------
"Good morning, Logan." He knew his name. Logan turned to look at his greeter and saw a group of curious teenagers, and a man in a wheelchair. How did he know? The bald man that had greeted him said something to the kids, and they packed their items and left. One girl ran back to grab her book, then proceeded to run through the door. The very thick, very closed door. What the hell?!
"Physics." Logan's mind raced with questions and exclamations and all the man had to say was 'physics'?!
"I'm Charles Xavier. Would you like some breakfast?" The man was offering him breakfast? Christ, where the hell was he, a hotel?
"Where am I?" Logan asked, keeping himself on high alert.
"Weschester, New York. You were attacked." Oh yeah, he remembered that. "My People brought you here for medical attention."
"I don't need medical attention." Logan growled. These people could have been the same people, they would have known that. The professor was nodding and saying something to him. A familiar scent caught his nose. That girl from the bar? Was she here too?
"Where's the girl?"
"Rogue? She's here. She's fine."
"Really." It was more of a statement than a question. The man just gazed into his eyes. The door behind him opened and Logan turned to see two people walking in.
Charles introduced them all to him with real names and some rediculous nicknames as well. The red haired doctor from before walked in, grabbing his attention. Charles went on, promoting this 'School for the Gifted.' and Logan finally had enough. He turned to leave, coming face to face with Cyclops. He was quickly assessed as not being a threat, so Logan grabbed him and made a small threat about him getting out of the way.
"Logan. It's been almost fifteen years, hasn't it?" Logan froze and let go of the wimp's shirt. "Living from day to day, moving from place to place with no memory of who, or hat you are."
A measly 'Shut up.' was all he could manage to say. How did he know all this?
"Give me a chance. I may be able to help you find some answers."
"How did you know?" Logan whispered, eyes darting around the room. 'you're not the only one with gifts' echoed in his mind. The voices he'd heard before chorused all around him.
Logan looked around, but saw no one saying them, and no one seemed to be hearing them but him. Xavier was staring at him. It dawned on him that he had been the one making those voices. He finally asked,
"What is this place?"
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"Do it." he urged quietly. Kaylee opened her bottle of water and sent blobs towards the video surveillance camera. Darren waved at the lady at the machine and she froze in spot. Kaylee's water blobs stilled in front of the camera lenses while Darren snuck up beside the lady and looked over her at the bank machine. He pushed a few buttons, grabbed the bills that emerged, touched the woman's shoulder and walked briskly away. Kaylee ran in the opposite direction, removing the water blobs with her.
They met up behind the small hotel at the edge of the town.
"How much did you get?" Kaylee questioned, leaning casually against the wall.
"Two-hundred and fifty." he answered. Kaylee nodded and looked into the woods.
"Do you think what we're doing is wrong?" she asked, looking back at him.
Darren gazed at her for a moment, seemingly in thought.
"Yeah," he paused, "do you?"
"Yeah." she agreed softly, the echo of one of her teacher's voice in her mind telling her; 'You can't do wrong for a good reason.' She frowned and shifted her stance.
The sun had set a while ago, leaving the air around them crisp and cool. Kaylee wrapped her arms around herself and looked over at Darren.
"I'm going inside."
Darren nodded and headed off to the office to pay for another night.
Inside, Kaylee leaned against the narrow wall of the shower stall in the cramped bathroom, hot water sliding down her skin in tiny streams. Her hair, now chin-length, was plastered to her head. She closed her eyes and thought about him, concentrated real hard on his features, which were now almost nothing in her memory. She sighed and opened her eyes, coming face-to-face with a water sculpture resembling him. Kaylee touched the face, sending it splashing to the ground, and she frowned.
"I'm coming for you Logan, I promise."
----------
She climbed into the single small bed tucked away in the corner of the room. It was the cheapest room in the building, so the furniture was sparse, and the room was tiny, but it was their home for now. Darren wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"G'night, Kaylee." he mumbled in her ear.
"Night." she replied.
They fell into a comfortable sleep, that didn't quite last into the morning.
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Logan rolled into the large, soft bed and sighed in appreciation. This was much better than the flimsy foam mattress in his camper.
Wiped from the extensive tour of the school and its grounds, it didn't take Logan long to fall into a fit full slumber. The images that Jean had resurfaced bubbled to life in his subconscious, awakening a chapter of his life he'd long ago locked away.
Scalpels, champagne, blood, chatter, metal... they were all confused in his mind, playing each in small fits and bursts. He was overwhelmed by a sense of drowning and fought to escape, the images escaped from his mind and he shot up, releasing his claws into the nearest body.
When there weren't any shouts, his vision revealed a young girl gasping for breath, perched on his adamantium claws. Logan stared, shocked, while she coughed and gasped for air. He retracted the claws, making her choke even more. He reached out to hold her and paused.
"Help me..." he weakly stuttered, his body trembling. "Somebody HELP!" He managed to roar, as the girl stumbled forward and slowly reached out to his face.
The pain was incredible. Memories whipped through his mind, and his energy depleted viciously fast. His lungs squeezed empty and he groaned, he barely registered the lights turning on and the people rushing into the room.
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He could smell it again. That smell. Silently he stalked through the forest, following the smell wafting in the air.
It was a scent he hadn't smelt before, but it somehow seemed familiar. He caught up to his prey, and caught sight of it. It was standing on two legs, somewhat like he was, only not hunched over. The thing looked in his general direction and backed away slowly.
"Logan?" it called timidly. The sound flipped a switch on in his head, but he didn't know why.
He inched closer, preparing to pounce when his target broke into a run in the opposite direction. His heart rate sped up, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The chase was on.
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She ran for all she was worth, ducking under branches and leaping over obstacles. She didn't dare yell, in case the wrong person heard, and found her. Something inside of her cried out happily, urging her to veer right. She followed her instincts and came upon a stream. The feeling inside grew, and she ran alongside the stream, unconsciously dragging a a growing wave of water along with her.
She reached a lake, and hesitated, she glanced back and heard the rush of something moving through the bushes. She ran out onto the water, without even realizing what she was doing. When it dawned on her, she turned and looked back at the beach, seeing a figure hunched over there. She squinted and stepped closer. Kaylee shielded her eyes and gasped in surprise.
It was Logan.
Her concentration shattered, and the water underneath her gave way. She felt like she was being stabbed by knives all over her body, the lake was still freezing cold. She fought to get a current of water to lift her out, but she couldn't concentrate, and began to panic. Her lungs burned, and her limbs were beginning to feel numb. Slowly, her breath escaped from her lips, sending bubbles towards the surface. Instinctively, she breathed in.... and felt normal, like breathing air. Taking a few deep breaths, she collected her thoughts and
managed to make a current of water to push her body back to shore.
She rolled up onto sand a few moments later, completely numb, and feeling really exhausted. She closed her eyes, and drifted into blackness.
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Lyrical Quote: "Psychopomp" The Tea Party
I'm sorry everybody for it being so long, But I've been so busy.. and lazy... and I find that writing a little bit every day before bed is really getting me far .... so I hope to update again soon!