Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them.
Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books
and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my
own.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Goth: "I got a question, if Logon and Aurora were both walking together, and Scott and Xavier were speaking to each other at the same time then how could Logon have beaten Aurora there to the point where she was worried?" It's quite simple; it's a different day! XD The day after! I should have noted that, but you'll find that in Chapter 4 Charles says Good Morning. So yes, you'll spot that it is a different day. And I have idea's developing every day for a new sequel! I dread the day when all this is going to end, because I enjoy it so much. Instead of developing a new plot completely I'm better off making more sequels because you'll all get to know my created characters won't you? And just give me a note when it's up (note it in a review or email me) and I'll check it out! (:
Damien: He'll come back into the story once we focus on the students some more. Now it's going to be about Logan and his plans, and the humans. Don't worry, in a few chapters the students will be coming back in.
Blix: *nods sadly* I don't want him to either! What to do! What to do! *panics* ;.;
L.Eagle: I know! I pretty mad at myself for writing that. But you gotta admit. Good storyline XD
Chapter 6
The sky heaved with sparkling stars that dotted the sheet of raging purple that shifted to black, then navy then purple. A rounded full moon shone heavily over the grounds and upon the silent figure stood alone out on the balcony from one of the rooms.
Logan sighed softly, his elbows supporting him on the railings as he watched the view with small interest as he inhaled upon his cigar. Smoke swirled into the atmosphere to slowly fade away. His free hand lifted and ran over his face gently as he groaned. He had been awakened by another nightmare. They just got worse and worse for as more was unveiled, more horrific sights were being displayed. And now they were focused around Aurora and her blood stained body as he watched her chained up whilst he ran for freedom.
His eyes closed and his head lowered, just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he was now feeling guilt for leaving her... all those years ago.
Leaving her in that godforsaken torture chamber. He just escaped.. and plainly left her to Stryker.
"Oh man.." Sighed Logan as he went over his dream some more. Another inhale was took upon his cigar. His lids lifted to watch the sky sadly. He then thought over the happenings of yesterday. Should he give himself in? If it would safe lives..
A yawn grew Logan's chest and he allowed his limbs a stretch as he exhaled the force of the air. Arms rose to the heavens and his back and shoulders clicked loudly in response to the negative tugging of their limbs.
He slumped back upon the railings, once more his free hand running over his weary features before his digits passed through this thick untidy mane of hair, it's position remaining, wild and rugged. His eyes ached from the lack of rest and his head felt fuzzy from sleep deprivation.
"God.. what do I do?" He muttered to himself, right now caring more about his and the mutants fate than the effects the cold temperature was having on his scantily clad form.
He was only in nightwear.. well, if you could call it that.. old jeans and a vest. Of course, add the unnecessary wrap of a chunky belt and that was true Wolverine style nightwear.
Frost still lingered in the night air and goose bumps grew and remained along his thick arms of muscle. His head lifted as developed ears caught the striking of the clock from the main entrance. Four in the morning. He groaned again, annoyed at himself for staying out here so late.
So, he took in another cigar inhale before he turned, dropping the smouldering end into a plant pot on the concrete balcony before he entered to the shelter of his bedroom.
He stretched again, several joints clicking nastily, "We'll see.." He muttered. Not a very secure decision on his fate. But with the lack of sleep and need for a beer.. he didn't care and dropped down onto his bed to try and grab some sleep before sunrise.
A floor above, two rooms to the right, Aurora was sat on the edge of her bed, comforting herself with a glass of water as she too had suffered from the revisit of horrific memories. This one had to be the worse yet she decided. For in her dream, Logan ran past her and he never helped her, just looked her way. His face had been full of fear and his eyes shone with terror. She could vaguely remember the relief on his face as sunlight shone over his features as the outside door was opened beside her cell. Her escape was so near.. but so hard to obtain. She had then believed she would never have freedom.
Something new had crept into the dream though. When Logan found her at Alkali Lake on that fateful day amongst the debris. Not only had it not been their first meeting, but it hadn't been their first exchange of conversation. In the back of her mind, somewhere she remembered a conversation with him.. with Wolverine. Of course, she didn't know his real name then.
He hadn't changed much.. of course, fear and terror were not shown, they were hidden away now.. even so.. if she looked hard enough, scars of horror marred his warm eyes. But.. Logan now kept it all inside. Unlike before, when she used to hear him cry in the night for help, for someone to get him out and away from the terrible life he had to put up with.
But in tonight's dream she faintly remembered a conversation.. they had been planning an escape together. She now frowned, downing her water. But that must have been before he had his memory erased.. because he promised he would get her if he ever managed escape his cell. So not only did Stryker erase his memory, but he erased her chance of freedom for a long time..
She placed the glass on the side table before flopping back against the covers with a sigh. All that they'd been through and now the Wolverine was going to give up and turn himself in? No way.. She thought. The Wolverine never gives up. And with that thought, her lids fell shut as she dropped back into sleep.
Free from his blood curdling cries of despair that escorted her to sleep.. all those years ago.
*** I think this is a good chapter. Reminiscing on their past is always interesting to write, good emotional description is needed and I love doing that. Plus it proves to us all how strong their relationship actually is. They've been together for a long time, dependant on each other then and dependant on each other now.
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Goth: "I got a question, if Logon and Aurora were both walking together, and Scott and Xavier were speaking to each other at the same time then how could Logon have beaten Aurora there to the point where she was worried?" It's quite simple; it's a different day! XD The day after! I should have noted that, but you'll find that in Chapter 4 Charles says Good Morning. So yes, you'll spot that it is a different day. And I have idea's developing every day for a new sequel! I dread the day when all this is going to end, because I enjoy it so much. Instead of developing a new plot completely I'm better off making more sequels because you'll all get to know my created characters won't you? And just give me a note when it's up (note it in a review or email me) and I'll check it out! (:
Damien: He'll come back into the story once we focus on the students some more. Now it's going to be about Logan and his plans, and the humans. Don't worry, in a few chapters the students will be coming back in.
Blix: *nods sadly* I don't want him to either! What to do! What to do! *panics* ;.;
L.Eagle: I know! I pretty mad at myself for writing that. But you gotta admit. Good storyline XD
Chapter 6
The sky heaved with sparkling stars that dotted the sheet of raging purple that shifted to black, then navy then purple. A rounded full moon shone heavily over the grounds and upon the silent figure stood alone out on the balcony from one of the rooms.
Logan sighed softly, his elbows supporting him on the railings as he watched the view with small interest as he inhaled upon his cigar. Smoke swirled into the atmosphere to slowly fade away. His free hand lifted and ran over his face gently as he groaned. He had been awakened by another nightmare. They just got worse and worse for as more was unveiled, more horrific sights were being displayed. And now they were focused around Aurora and her blood stained body as he watched her chained up whilst he ran for freedom.
His eyes closed and his head lowered, just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he was now feeling guilt for leaving her... all those years ago.
Leaving her in that godforsaken torture chamber. He just escaped.. and plainly left her to Stryker.
"Oh man.." Sighed Logan as he went over his dream some more. Another inhale was took upon his cigar. His lids lifted to watch the sky sadly. He then thought over the happenings of yesterday. Should he give himself in? If it would safe lives..
A yawn grew Logan's chest and he allowed his limbs a stretch as he exhaled the force of the air. Arms rose to the heavens and his back and shoulders clicked loudly in response to the negative tugging of their limbs.
He slumped back upon the railings, once more his free hand running over his weary features before his digits passed through this thick untidy mane of hair, it's position remaining, wild and rugged. His eyes ached from the lack of rest and his head felt fuzzy from sleep deprivation.
"God.. what do I do?" He muttered to himself, right now caring more about his and the mutants fate than the effects the cold temperature was having on his scantily clad form.
He was only in nightwear.. well, if you could call it that.. old jeans and a vest. Of course, add the unnecessary wrap of a chunky belt and that was true Wolverine style nightwear.
Frost still lingered in the night air and goose bumps grew and remained along his thick arms of muscle. His head lifted as developed ears caught the striking of the clock from the main entrance. Four in the morning. He groaned again, annoyed at himself for staying out here so late.
So, he took in another cigar inhale before he turned, dropping the smouldering end into a plant pot on the concrete balcony before he entered to the shelter of his bedroom.
He stretched again, several joints clicking nastily, "We'll see.." He muttered. Not a very secure decision on his fate. But with the lack of sleep and need for a beer.. he didn't care and dropped down onto his bed to try and grab some sleep before sunrise.
A floor above, two rooms to the right, Aurora was sat on the edge of her bed, comforting herself with a glass of water as she too had suffered from the revisit of horrific memories. This one had to be the worse yet she decided. For in her dream, Logan ran past her and he never helped her, just looked her way. His face had been full of fear and his eyes shone with terror. She could vaguely remember the relief on his face as sunlight shone over his features as the outside door was opened beside her cell. Her escape was so near.. but so hard to obtain. She had then believed she would never have freedom.
Something new had crept into the dream though. When Logan found her at Alkali Lake on that fateful day amongst the debris. Not only had it not been their first meeting, but it hadn't been their first exchange of conversation. In the back of her mind, somewhere she remembered a conversation with him.. with Wolverine. Of course, she didn't know his real name then.
He hadn't changed much.. of course, fear and terror were not shown, they were hidden away now.. even so.. if she looked hard enough, scars of horror marred his warm eyes. But.. Logan now kept it all inside. Unlike before, when she used to hear him cry in the night for help, for someone to get him out and away from the terrible life he had to put up with.
But in tonight's dream she faintly remembered a conversation.. they had been planning an escape together. She now frowned, downing her water. But that must have been before he had his memory erased.. because he promised he would get her if he ever managed escape his cell. So not only did Stryker erase his memory, but he erased her chance of freedom for a long time..
She placed the glass on the side table before flopping back against the covers with a sigh. All that they'd been through and now the Wolverine was going to give up and turn himself in? No way.. She thought. The Wolverine never gives up. And with that thought, her lids fell shut as she dropped back into sleep.
Free from his blood curdling cries of despair that escorted her to sleep.. all those years ago.
*** I think this is a good chapter. Reminiscing on their past is always interesting to write, good emotional description is needed and I love doing that. Plus it proves to us all how strong their relationship actually is. They've been together for a long time, dependant on each other then and dependant on each other now.
(www.freewebs.com/xwotw)