Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, have barely enough money to
afford my new tattoo, so I obviously don't own characters that would bring
me lots of lovely money. Although I would like to own Wolverine, just to
get him into my bed, hehehe!
Beast Like Me – Chapter 3
Darkness
Pain
White light that was too bright. Burning her eyes.
Voices. People stood towering over her. Strapping her body to the table. Drawing designs on her arms.
More pain. Worse than she's ever felt before. Her arms being sliced open. Cold metal placed inside her forearms and hands.
A doctor with red hair stood over her laughing.
Shooting back to consciousness, Rogue leapt off the medical bed in the Blackbird with a howl and released her claws, shifting into her towering wolf form and stalking towards the one with the red hair that was causing her pain.
Jean stepped quickly backwards as she saw the advancing werewolf bare her fangs and let out a deep growl. She could see the fire burning in Rogue's feral yellow eyes. Luckily Logan had noticed Rogue's rapid awakening and had leapt out of his seat to try and calm the now raging animal.
"Rogue. Listen to me. Remember me, Logan? You saved me from Sabretooth. We're trying to help you." Logan took a few more steps towards her while he was speaking, his hands out in front of him in a non-threatening gesture.
Rogue sniffed the air a few times, and seemingly recognising Logan's scent, relaxed visibly. Her three metal claws retracted back into her hand-like paws, the skin of her muzzle settled back over her fangs and she let out a low growl that sounded to Logan more like a purr.
Meanwhile Jean had stepped closer and started talking to Rogue while picking up a syringe full of clear liquid lying on the nearby stand.
"We're not going to hurt you Rogue. I just want to take care of your wounds. You're losing a lot of blood." Jean, while talking, was moving closer to Rogue with the needle and Rogue was getting more agitated.
The red haired doctor injecting her with some kind of fluid.
More pain as metal was bonded to her forearms.
The red haired doctor speaking to someone.
"She's taking it better than I hoped. The werewolf bite must have strengthened her."
Another needle held in red's hand. Injected into her arm.
"Take her back to her cell. Have Sabretooth watch her. He'll enjoy that."
More sadistic laughing, then nothingness.
Wolverine noticed that as Jean came closer to Rogue, the young feral mutant held fear in her wolf yellow eyes.
"Jean! Put that fucking needle down and back the fuck off. She's scared shitless of ya."
"Well how exactly am I supposed to treat her then?"
"Let Hank do it. She told me she don't die from most fatal wounds. I can bandage her. Just go sit down Red."
Jean returned to her seat behind her fiancée Scott and Logan moved closer to the werewolf who was now crouched in a defensive position on the jet's floor.
"Rogue. C'mon darlin'. You gotta change back now. I need to wrap your wounds."
Rogue stared at him for a couple of seconds until the transformation kicked in and she returned to her human form, her dark brown fur receding to leave blood soaked clothes. Logan moved closer to her then helped her up onto the bed. He then proceeded to gently clean her wounds with a damp cloth and then tenderly wrap her back, side and head wounds in gauze bandages.
When he had finished, he took one of her smaller hands in her own, and observed the blood that still sluggishly oozed out of the three wounds between her knuckles left by the claws.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazing over through pain. "Thank you Logan." Then she succumbed once again to unconsciousness.
A/N: Very sorry if this chapter is shit. Please tell me how you think I can make my writing better. I'm finding these chapters really hard to write. I'm not very good at the speech and after these next few chapters are over it will go back to action mostly. I've got exams soon so wish me luck!!! crosses fingers and prays to anything and everything
Beast Like Me – Chapter 3
Darkness
Pain
White light that was too bright. Burning her eyes.
Voices. People stood towering over her. Strapping her body to the table. Drawing designs on her arms.
More pain. Worse than she's ever felt before. Her arms being sliced open. Cold metal placed inside her forearms and hands.
A doctor with red hair stood over her laughing.
Shooting back to consciousness, Rogue leapt off the medical bed in the Blackbird with a howl and released her claws, shifting into her towering wolf form and stalking towards the one with the red hair that was causing her pain.
Jean stepped quickly backwards as she saw the advancing werewolf bare her fangs and let out a deep growl. She could see the fire burning in Rogue's feral yellow eyes. Luckily Logan had noticed Rogue's rapid awakening and had leapt out of his seat to try and calm the now raging animal.
"Rogue. Listen to me. Remember me, Logan? You saved me from Sabretooth. We're trying to help you." Logan took a few more steps towards her while he was speaking, his hands out in front of him in a non-threatening gesture.
Rogue sniffed the air a few times, and seemingly recognising Logan's scent, relaxed visibly. Her three metal claws retracted back into her hand-like paws, the skin of her muzzle settled back over her fangs and she let out a low growl that sounded to Logan more like a purr.
Meanwhile Jean had stepped closer and started talking to Rogue while picking up a syringe full of clear liquid lying on the nearby stand.
"We're not going to hurt you Rogue. I just want to take care of your wounds. You're losing a lot of blood." Jean, while talking, was moving closer to Rogue with the needle and Rogue was getting more agitated.
The red haired doctor injecting her with some kind of fluid.
More pain as metal was bonded to her forearms.
The red haired doctor speaking to someone.
"She's taking it better than I hoped. The werewolf bite must have strengthened her."
Another needle held in red's hand. Injected into her arm.
"Take her back to her cell. Have Sabretooth watch her. He'll enjoy that."
More sadistic laughing, then nothingness.
Wolverine noticed that as Jean came closer to Rogue, the young feral mutant held fear in her wolf yellow eyes.
"Jean! Put that fucking needle down and back the fuck off. She's scared shitless of ya."
"Well how exactly am I supposed to treat her then?"
"Let Hank do it. She told me she don't die from most fatal wounds. I can bandage her. Just go sit down Red."
Jean returned to her seat behind her fiancée Scott and Logan moved closer to the werewolf who was now crouched in a defensive position on the jet's floor.
"Rogue. C'mon darlin'. You gotta change back now. I need to wrap your wounds."
Rogue stared at him for a couple of seconds until the transformation kicked in and she returned to her human form, her dark brown fur receding to leave blood soaked clothes. Logan moved closer to her then helped her up onto the bed. He then proceeded to gently clean her wounds with a damp cloth and then tenderly wrap her back, side and head wounds in gauze bandages.
When he had finished, he took one of her smaller hands in her own, and observed the blood that still sluggishly oozed out of the three wounds between her knuckles left by the claws.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazing over through pain. "Thank you Logan." Then she succumbed once again to unconsciousness.
A/N: Very sorry if this chapter is shit. Please tell me how you think I can make my writing better. I'm finding these chapters really hard to write. I'm not very good at the speech and after these next few chapters are over it will go back to action mostly. I've got exams soon so wish me luck!!! crosses fingers and prays to anything and everything