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
Jenny: Yeah, Psycho is great though. Lmao.. I love these lines: ""He's got hypnotising abilities.. dangerous of course. He accidentally hypnotised himself one day.. and has never been the same since." Sighed Elizabeth. Jayne continued almost sorrowfully, "He just turned up one day.. and never left.""
Hehehe.
And Beast.. *sigh*..I really want to use this character I created though.. What do you guys think? Want me to scrap him or keep him as my own?
Damien: I'm glad you're liking it ^^
The Wolf: Yeah.. shame. I had some good plans for this char.
Goth: You okay back there? Review 23 went all shy and reserved. o.o
Let's get writing then. (:
Chapter 25There was an hour or so for the guests in the manor to become refreshed before proceeding for a wonderful supper. Rooms had been offered to them all on the West corridor on the upper floor. And Logan was currently wandering through with Aurora, trying to pick out a room from the mass of wooden doors.
"We haven't got long.. I need a shower before I go down." Said Aurora softly as she travelled beside him.
Logan nodded, "Yeah.."
Aurora sighed, "Just go in one!" She turned him round, hands upon his shoulders and marched him forward through one of the doors, which he fell through with a mutter. He turned at her, opening his mouth to say something but she swiftly cut in, "Get yourself cleaned up, you're filthy!" And she was right.. his vest and jeans were marred by soot and dirt, blood still there.
Logan didn't even manage to protest as she shoved a towel into his arms from the radiator, "Go on! I'll find you some clothes." And the door was shut in his face.
Logan stared at the woodwork in front of him, arms still holding the towel. He muttered something incoherently before he turned, examining the room.
A large square room stretched from the doorway. Floor was a royal blue carpet, a dark wooden wardrobe, a king sized bed on the left wall, ahead was a large opened window, next to this, on the right wall, a chest of draws with a gold framed mirror, onwards he scanned the room before the door to the ensuite came into view upon the right wall.
Logan took a few steps forward, his dirtied feet luckily not making any mess on the carpet as all dirt had dried. He stooped to lightly drop the fluffy white towel on the cream bedspread, which crinkled lightly in defeat. Losing its embroided perfection. Logan moved over to the opened window. He leant upon the wooden window ledge, elbows touching the inserted walls whilst folded arms pressed upon the cool wooden surface. The lower half of the window had been pushed upwards to allow a large square of touchable air be free. His head leant ever so slightly out of the window, his eyes watching upon the stunning views of British countryside.
Miles of fields could be seen, the same singular grey road winding between some of them. Noises of the local farm life could be heard, the chugging of the tractor, the distant sound of running water. Mounds of dark forests lined the horizon where the emerald stretch of sweet grass met a startlingly fresh blue sky.
Logan inhaled deeply as the breeze passed by, carrying with in the tantalizing scent of flowers and grass, of rich foliage and the sweet stench of crops. He remained stood there a little longer, just watching the harmony outside. Just then, a knock was heard at the door.
Logan lifted his head and peered round his shoulder. He sniffed briefly. Aurora. He strode over to the door and pulled it upon to smile upon the woman who now held a small stack of clothing, "They don't really have many jeans here.. I asked Jayne.." She said, entering and dropping them on his bed, "But I found a black pair offered by Bandit, and a few shirts I think you'll like. Got a pair of boots too.. like your own actually."
Logan turned from the doorway as he watched her bustle with the clothing, separating a pile and proceeding to carry them out, "Got mine." She explained before she ducked under his arm on the doorframe and exited into the room beside his with a cheery call of, "See you later!"
Logan blinked and watched as the door of her room shut. He scratched at his neck hastily before turning to peer at the clothes she had brought. The jeans are alright. He lifted one of the shirts. Not a bad choice..
He sighed and turned, now moving over to the ensuite. In through the door he went, the room was pristine. White tiles over the floor and walls. Immaculate suite within. He quietly shut the door behind him before he moved over to the shower and inspected the controls. He turned one, suddenly jumping back as a powerful blast of cold water sprayed down upon the square collecting platform. He fiddled with the knobs some more, until the water changed to a soothingly warm temperature.
His hand outstretched to allow the droplets of the falling water to touch him. Smudges of soot and blood upon his hand slowly shivered before they formed into murky droplets and ran off his smooth palm. He shook his hand briefly dry, subsequently undressing to be cleansed after the lengthy and weary events over the past few days.
Aurora wandered round her room slowly, inspecting the beautiful furniture and detailed bedspread. It really was a pretty room. Design similar to Logan's, only the carpet was red. A towel sat at her neck to stop droplets from her hair to fall upon her now dried body. She turned towards the clothes she had got herself, lifting them.
A few minutes later she was dressed in an outfit Elizabeth would be proud of. A knee length black skirt, hem embroided by petite designs of rose coloured petals entwined by leaves. A pale pink shirt was now on upper torso, sleeves to elbows.
She watched her reflection in the mirror, her left arm of gold being stared at morosely. She lifted a black glove from the dresser and pulled it over the hand. At least now it blended into her outfit.
A knock upon her door made her turn with a startled gasp. She had been so lost in thoughts she forgot her surroundings, "H-hello?"
The door promptly swung open in a smooth fashion, Logan then peered in, "Hey.. you ready?" He then stepped in, stretching, now dressed, "I can smell the cooking! Ah.. I'm starving."
Aurora smiled a little, nodded, "Alright.." She grabbed for a brush that was laid upon the dresser and dragged it through her now almost dry locks. Her slim fingers twisted hair round and up tightly, a narrow elasticated band was then slipped over her hair, holding it tied back, high. Her hair hung down to her neck, curls loose and wavy, "Ready."
Logan smirked subtly and stepped out of her path as she exited the room, closing the door after they had left. He had taken heed on her words, the black jeans being worn with a grey shirt. However, in true Wolverine style, he left a few of the upper buttons undone to reveal small signs of his chest hair.
Yup, true Wolverine style.
The generous waftings of freshly cooked food summoned them to the great dining hall that was present behind the large door between the two main staircases. The pair pushed themselves through the magnificent door.
A spectacular long room greeted them, a large table boasted rows of cooking and bottles of drink. The other X-Men had already arrived, including the British mutants.
Elizabeth stood to her feet from the foot of the table, "At last! Logan and Louisa! Come and join us!"
The two didn't object, they quickly situated themselves beside the X-Men and began to tuck into the food that the table was groaning under.
The supper was well under way. No serious talk had begun yet and time was spent eating and talking about lighter issues. An interruption came when Destiny suddenly began scream heartedly, tears flowing loose from her bright eyes. Her short arms clung to Sora as she cried hysterically and looked upwards at the ceiling. The conversation at the table fell quite as eyes dawned upon the terrified premonition child.
Suddenly an almighty crash shuddered from above and a horrific wail echoed. A mournful drone of unhappiness shivered their very inner. Another thud of a heavy object, a wail, a crash, continued sorrowful tones. Elizabeth spoke up in a short period of silence., "That's Phantom.." She said gently, "She spends her time in the attic.."
Expressions were exchanged and eyes soon flitted back to the ceiling.. expecting more.. but the female in the attic had fell silent..
A few more minutes passed before conversation slowly aroused back into the group.
Logan glanced to his right upon Storm and then rest of the X-Men. Storm was in conversation with Bandit who sat opposite her, and appeared interested in her words, more interested in her was more likely, since his eyes never left her face. Logan continued to scan the table.. the three Xavier's were in conversation.. making comments on Destiny who sat beside Sora, chatting happily.. Scott and Kurt spoke together.. the British mutants exchanged comments.. and then there was Beast who slowly ate his food, paying little or no attention to the conversations going on. He had a continued grimace on his face, as if there was always someone or something annoying and frustrating him. And then, the last figure on the left of the table was Ghost who sat on the table itself, her legs crossed and arms folded. She watched them morosely.
Logan blinked, pondering why she appeared so down. But as he watched her.. he found himself staring at the doorway through her neck. It dawned upon him. He frowned a little, feeling pity for the female who stared at the food wistfully.
His eyes then travelled some more and fell upon Aurora beside him who was lightly chewing upon some food she had just placed into her mouth. He smiled a little, unknowingly to her. His eyes lingered for longer than a glance.. for so long that Aurora was beginning to notice.. and her cheeks were lightly flushing from the growing time of the stare.
Logan didn't appear to notice, his watched her idly as his left hand went to pierce some food with a fork, missing several times. Whilst his eyes watched her, his attention was drawn to the several chains round her neck. They were normally covered. There was the gold wolf's head.. her silver tag.. and another silver tag. In the ligh.t from the surrounding bulbs he saw his name imprinted.. and his code.
His fork slipped across the plate as he jerked with shock, the piercing shriek of the metal on the plate nothing compared to the sharp gasp of disbelief.
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Mild cliffhanger.. la-di-daaa. *innocent* :D
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