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though. Especially Logan *drool*. I am a poor student living in Wales so
please don't sue.
This is my first ever fic so please be gentle. I would love lots of reviews telling me how I can make it better. Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase!!
Logan slowed the truck down as soon as he saw the girl awkwardly limping along the side of the road hefting a small duffle bag over her shoulder. He stopped the truck a small way in front of her and closely observed her as she limped towards him. She was wearing all black and a pair of combat boots. She was wearing sunglasses despite the fact that the sky was overcast and it had started snowing again. Her hair was dark brown, except for two distinct white stripes which framed her face. Strangely he felt an odd attraction to her, despite the fact that she looked barely twenty, as if something animalistic was calling him to her. She opened the door and hauled herself into the passenger seat, dumping her bag on the floor by her feet.
"Thanks. My name's Rogue."
"Wolverine."
"What kind of name is Wolverine?" A small smile played across her lips.
"What kinda name's Rogue?"
"The only one I know." The smile had vanished and was replaced with a look of resigned sadness.
"My name's Logan." He held out a hand to her and she took it. Logan noted with some surprise that she had three gashes in between the knuckles of her hand. He quickly stole a glance at her other hand rested in her lap and noticed the same wounds. When Rogue noticed him looking at her hands swiftly withdrew from his grip and placed her hands between her knees.
"What are you hiding kid?" Logan muttered to himself so only he could hear it, or so he thought. He missed the slight twitch of her ears as she picked up his almost silent question.
"You really want to know?" Rogue's voice shocked him. He was surprised that she heard him at all.
Rogue turned to him and slowly removed her dark glasses. Logan looked at her and almost gasped. Her eyes were amber and resembled a wolf's. She grinned at him and he noticed a sharp set of pearly white fangs. Rogue also swept back a lock of hair and he caught a glimpse of a pointed ear. "I can also absorb people's memories and life force by touch but thankfully I can control that now."
"Well.uh." but before he could say anything else, he heard the familiar 'snikt' sound. He looked at her again and almost lost control of the truck. Protruding from the backs of her hands were six metal claws identical to his. He quickly regained control of the truck but the look of absolute shock didn't leave his face.
"Sorry. I guess the claws would shock most people. I'm a freak so feel free to throw me out the truck anytime now." She retracted the claws, but Logan noticed that the wounds they created didn't close.
"No it's ok. Look." He popped his own claws and showed them to her. He then retracted them and felt the familiar sensation as the wounds closed when his healing factor kicked in.
"Holy shit! You're Weapon X. The Wolverine!" He looked sharply at her. That's when he noticed the metal tags round her neck, the same as the ones around his neck, only engraved with 'Rogue' and a different string of numbers.
"You were a legend in that hellhole. The scientists pride and joy. Their perfect Weapon X. The only one that escaped. You gave me hope that I would escape as well" Rogue had reverted to staring at her hands and as Logan glanced at her he noticed that the wounds on her hands from the claws still hadn't healed and were still bleeding.
"You don't have a healing factor." It was more stating a fact than a question but Rogue shook her head anyway, her shaggy hair falling into her eyes. "They still put the claws in when you don't heal?! The fucking bastards!" Logan was beyond angry now. He didn't know why but he felt very protective of this girl all of a sudden. "I knew I should have gutted those wankers when I had the chance."
"The wolf in me provides enough of a healing factor to prevent me from dying from most serious or fatal wounds and I probably heal slightly faster than normal people but that's about it." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and winced. It was then that Logan noticed the thick coppery scent of blood and cursed himself for not noticing it sooner.
"You're hurt." Surprisingly to Rogue there was concern in his voice even when saying those two small words.
"It's nothing. Just a scratch." Logan looked to her side and noticed a rip in her black shirt, underneath which was a large, deep gash that was bleeding profusely.
"Logan look out!" Logan looked up just in time to see something large land on the bonnet of the truck before he lost control and the vehicle careened off the road into a tree.
* * * * *
Logan awoke to a dull throbbing in his temples. He could feel the wound on his forehead closing up already. He looked over to Rogue and found her slumped against the shattered passenger window, unconscious with blood running down the side of her face. Logan sniffed the air and stumbled out of the wrecked truck, popping his claws as he did so. "Sabretooth! Where are you motherfucker?" The vicious mutant was too fast for Logan and he found himself flying through the air from a swipe of Sabretooth's claws. Logan lay sprawled on his back in the snow bleeding from claw marks on his chest while Sabretooth stood over him. He glanced back to the trashed vehicle looking for any sign of Rogue.
"You should have heard her screams when they sliced open her arms. She bled for days after they put the claws in!"
Logan felt sick at the obvious glee in Sabretooth's voice at Rogue's pain. "You twisted motherfucker!" Logan sliced his claws upwards catching Sabretooth in the chest. Sabretooth angrily batted him away, his claws slicing Logan across the abdomen and he found himself lying in the snow again. Sabretooth brought his hand up, ready to deal the killing blow. However, before Logan knew what was happening, a flash of brown fur barrelled into the huge mutant, knocking Sabretooth sideways into the snow. He got to his feet and a loud roar permeated the silence of the forest as a strange looking wolf pounced on him, slashing with claws and fangs. Logan saw a flash of metal as blades plunged into Sabretooth's chest. Sabretooth kicked with his feet, his steel capped boots catching the strange wolf in the torso. Bones snapped and the wolf was sent flying into a tree trunk, slumping unconscious into the snow. Then Logan watched, amazed, as the wolf's fur receded into human skin, the muzzle shrank, ears shifted onto the side of its head to be covered with brown hair, and tail disappeared, until soon, where the large wolf lay, Rogue lay in its place, her dark clothes soaked in blood.
This is my first ever fic so please be gentle. I would love lots of reviews telling me how I can make it better. Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase!!
Logan slowed the truck down as soon as he saw the girl awkwardly limping along the side of the road hefting a small duffle bag over her shoulder. He stopped the truck a small way in front of her and closely observed her as she limped towards him. She was wearing all black and a pair of combat boots. She was wearing sunglasses despite the fact that the sky was overcast and it had started snowing again. Her hair was dark brown, except for two distinct white stripes which framed her face. Strangely he felt an odd attraction to her, despite the fact that she looked barely twenty, as if something animalistic was calling him to her. She opened the door and hauled herself into the passenger seat, dumping her bag on the floor by her feet.
"Thanks. My name's Rogue."
"Wolverine."
"What kind of name is Wolverine?" A small smile played across her lips.
"What kinda name's Rogue?"
"The only one I know." The smile had vanished and was replaced with a look of resigned sadness.
"My name's Logan." He held out a hand to her and she took it. Logan noted with some surprise that she had three gashes in between the knuckles of her hand. He quickly stole a glance at her other hand rested in her lap and noticed the same wounds. When Rogue noticed him looking at her hands swiftly withdrew from his grip and placed her hands between her knees.
"What are you hiding kid?" Logan muttered to himself so only he could hear it, or so he thought. He missed the slight twitch of her ears as she picked up his almost silent question.
"You really want to know?" Rogue's voice shocked him. He was surprised that she heard him at all.
Rogue turned to him and slowly removed her dark glasses. Logan looked at her and almost gasped. Her eyes were amber and resembled a wolf's. She grinned at him and he noticed a sharp set of pearly white fangs. Rogue also swept back a lock of hair and he caught a glimpse of a pointed ear. "I can also absorb people's memories and life force by touch but thankfully I can control that now."
"Well.uh." but before he could say anything else, he heard the familiar 'snikt' sound. He looked at her again and almost lost control of the truck. Protruding from the backs of her hands were six metal claws identical to his. He quickly regained control of the truck but the look of absolute shock didn't leave his face.
"Sorry. I guess the claws would shock most people. I'm a freak so feel free to throw me out the truck anytime now." She retracted the claws, but Logan noticed that the wounds they created didn't close.
"No it's ok. Look." He popped his own claws and showed them to her. He then retracted them and felt the familiar sensation as the wounds closed when his healing factor kicked in.
"Holy shit! You're Weapon X. The Wolverine!" He looked sharply at her. That's when he noticed the metal tags round her neck, the same as the ones around his neck, only engraved with 'Rogue' and a different string of numbers.
"You were a legend in that hellhole. The scientists pride and joy. Their perfect Weapon X. The only one that escaped. You gave me hope that I would escape as well" Rogue had reverted to staring at her hands and as Logan glanced at her he noticed that the wounds on her hands from the claws still hadn't healed and were still bleeding.
"You don't have a healing factor." It was more stating a fact than a question but Rogue shook her head anyway, her shaggy hair falling into her eyes. "They still put the claws in when you don't heal?! The fucking bastards!" Logan was beyond angry now. He didn't know why but he felt very protective of this girl all of a sudden. "I knew I should have gutted those wankers when I had the chance."
"The wolf in me provides enough of a healing factor to prevent me from dying from most serious or fatal wounds and I probably heal slightly faster than normal people but that's about it." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and winced. It was then that Logan noticed the thick coppery scent of blood and cursed himself for not noticing it sooner.
"You're hurt." Surprisingly to Rogue there was concern in his voice even when saying those two small words.
"It's nothing. Just a scratch." Logan looked to her side and noticed a rip in her black shirt, underneath which was a large, deep gash that was bleeding profusely.
"Logan look out!" Logan looked up just in time to see something large land on the bonnet of the truck before he lost control and the vehicle careened off the road into a tree.
* * * * *
Logan awoke to a dull throbbing in his temples. He could feel the wound on his forehead closing up already. He looked over to Rogue and found her slumped against the shattered passenger window, unconscious with blood running down the side of her face. Logan sniffed the air and stumbled out of the wrecked truck, popping his claws as he did so. "Sabretooth! Where are you motherfucker?" The vicious mutant was too fast for Logan and he found himself flying through the air from a swipe of Sabretooth's claws. Logan lay sprawled on his back in the snow bleeding from claw marks on his chest while Sabretooth stood over him. He glanced back to the trashed vehicle looking for any sign of Rogue.
"You should have heard her screams when they sliced open her arms. She bled for days after they put the claws in!"
Logan felt sick at the obvious glee in Sabretooth's voice at Rogue's pain. "You twisted motherfucker!" Logan sliced his claws upwards catching Sabretooth in the chest. Sabretooth angrily batted him away, his claws slicing Logan across the abdomen and he found himself lying in the snow again. Sabretooth brought his hand up, ready to deal the killing blow. However, before Logan knew what was happening, a flash of brown fur barrelled into the huge mutant, knocking Sabretooth sideways into the snow. He got to his feet and a loud roar permeated the silence of the forest as a strange looking wolf pounced on him, slashing with claws and fangs. Logan saw a flash of metal as blades plunged into Sabretooth's chest. Sabretooth kicked with his feet, his steel capped boots catching the strange wolf in the torso. Bones snapped and the wolf was sent flying into a tree trunk, slumping unconscious into the snow. Then Logan watched, amazed, as the wolf's fur receded into human skin, the muzzle shrank, ears shifted onto the side of its head to be covered with brown hair, and tail disappeared, until soon, where the large wolf lay, Rogue lay in its place, her dark clothes soaked in blood.