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: That virus is terrible though isn't it? It takes control of their mutation, and with Rogue's being so unusual, it was killing her really easily. And you know what Logan's like, he whips off his gloves and saves her! XD ! And ..Hm.. I like your suggestion.. but she's not likely to slap Logan after he's been through all that. o.o He exhausted x.x
Ironic: It was a scary chapter, cos we don't want to lose our Logan! ^^ And I love knowing my story is appreciated! It works on two levels! (: I'm glad they seem real. I always try to make them all distinctively different so they all have a chance to shine.
TheWolf: Yup ^^ *drags back into the group hug*
Blix: Just be glad the others saved him. x.x He would have surely died, since it disabled his healing. .
Chapter 31
Logan had a lopsided grin on his face as he watched Aurora.. but it faded when she suddenly let go of him and stood silently. Aurora watched him a moment but she sighed and outstretched a hand to help him come slowly to his feet.
He staggered gently, giving a small groan, "God.. Rogue sure knows how to knock you down.." He muttered, stretching at his limbs, just proving to himself he had regained control.
Aurora nodded mutely, watching him with a sad expression.
Logan however, did not apparently notice her expression or her negative vibes.. nor did he realise what opportune moment he had missed that he had been yearning for. Logan looked around their silent corridor, "I really do need that drink.." He muttered again.
Aurora now nodded slowly.. turning away, "Alright.. I'll let you go then.." She turned and speedily left the corridor.. and in her wake left Logan staring after her, nonplussed about what had just happened…
Logan, still feeling tired - but now in certain need of a beer – came upon the main entrance a short while later. He rested his hand on the doorknob of the grand doorway to the wondrous outdoors. But just as he touched it he heard a shout behind him.
It was Storm, who was now running on down the steps towards him, blazing ivory hair fanning out behind her, "Hey! Logan! Where're you going?"
Logan shrugged gently, "I just wanna take a walk.. I don't wanna be cooped up.."
Storm now came to halt in front of him, "Well.. Don't go any further than the village.. we don't know how wanted you are over here.."
Logan paused for a thoughtful moment, "Yes.. " He then smirked a little, "I'll be alright.."
Storm nodded slowly, "Take it easy.. I heard what you did for Rogue." She smiled softly, "You're very brave."
Logan gave a awkward grin at her, "Yeah.. but I couldn't let anythin' happen to her.."
"Of course not."
"How is she now?"
"She's in her room, getting some rest. The virus has a large impact on your system.. I know.. " Said Storm softly, glancing down a moment, recollecting on her experience.
Logan nodded, "Yeah.. but Aurora and me will be off to London soon.. we could be lucky."
"Charles doesn't trust luck,"
"What does Charles know about luck?" Said Logan, a sly smirk on lips, stubbly chin tightening as his teeth bared.
The hallway fell ever so silent for a second before a shuffle of feet alerted them..
"Psycho hear what Wolverine did." A voice suddenly drifted behind them. It was a callous tone, but uncomfortable and unstable.
Storm turned to view the man stood at the foot of the stairs, a good distance from them, "Oh.." She said, glancing to Logan then to the appropriately named Psycho.
Psycho had the horrible smirk on his lips, his wild eyes watching them closely, deeply. He had on a dark outfit.. a grey shirt with his usual black trousers.. and over this a large black leather coat that drifted to his very ankles and swayed slowly over steel plated boots.
Logan folded his arms slowly, frowning at the man, "Can we help you?"
Psycho gave a gibberish sort of chuckle, "Nobody helps Psycho.. Psycho hides away." As he spoke his eyes still glinted.. the pupils seemed to swirl uneasily.. Logan felt himself being drawn in.. being beckoned.
Psycho stared at them still, a maniac expression.. his smirk was to an extreme. His stare was unblinking.. he was completely calm in their presence.. save for the hiccup of a random noise. Psycho then lifted his red taped walking stick, which never actually touched the floor, he just held it provocatively as he travelled, slapping it against objects and whooping excitedly to the noise.
He waved this walking stick at them, "You are not to go wandering. Boss say so."
Logan snorted lowly, "I do what I like."
Psycho suddenly moved forward.. his move was so precise you would have never noticed his run, he almost slithered through the air. Crazily acute and sly.. accurately done.
He suddenly straightened in front of Logan, their noses no more than an inch apart. Logan's head slowly jerked back a little, his nostrils quickly repulsing the tainted scent of Psycho. Psycho giggled quietly, pressing his head forward. Now his eyes were terribly close.. his eyes of shocking red.
Psycho made a horribly gurgled grunt, wide eyes staring vividly into Logan's, who was now pressed firmly against the door, the doorknobs rammed into his back.
These incredible eyes of abnormal colour still seemed to swirl.. Logan could feel himself being lured in.. his mind losing grasp of his body. Subconsciously, Logan could feel his hands trying to push away the body pressing him back. He wanted to shut his eyes and tear himself away, but they were locked upon Psycho's, he couldn't blink or move his sight.. he was trapped!
He still fumbled with the shoulders of Psycho trying to thrust him away. He could feel a sharp pain in his neck every time he shoved at Psycho, not realising that Psycho had an incredible grip on him with the hooked end of his walking stick that was held round the back of Logan's neck that held him firmly still.
"You being mean to Psycho?" The red-eyed mutant said in a dangerously low voice.
Logan couldn't reply optionally, he wanted to roar, yell, attack. But as he felt himself lose slip of his mind he felt his inner crumbling and weakening to the urges of the man, "No.. I'm not.. being mean." Said Logan in a straight forward voice, monotone.
Somewhere in the distance he could hear Storm's cries.. he tried to hold onto her voice mentally.. trying to use her tone to pull himself out of the crazy unfocused state.
"Psycho!" A voice suddenly snapped through the current noise. That and the deterred attention of Psycho caused Logan to be thrown suddenly to the real realm. He felt the cruel weapon of reality whipped at his senses harshly and bring him abruptly to full attention.
Confused and dazed, Logan stared around. His eyes felt unfocused and he could see blurred images travelling in front of him. He blinked a few times and saw the distorted images straighten in their rightful place and become clear.
Jayne was now stood beside Psycho, glaring at him. she looked absolutely livid. Her smooth cheeks with tightened as she allowed her words to let rip. Her eyes were in a horrific narrow state, rouged lips moving at a quick speed, "How dare you! After all these years! Logan's just gone through a very traumatic hour and you place your powers over him! You know how dangerous they are! I am absolutely FURIOUS!!" Her locks of startling red hair had now come loose from her bun and were dancing vibrantly round her reddening cheeks, "We don't want any more deaths Psycho!"
Psycho was glaring back at her, holding his walking stick tightly, keeping her from advancing. From the commotion several other mutants had slipped downstairs to view the horrific disturbance.
Logan glanced to Storm, muttered something incoherent before slipping out of the door.. the waft of the afternoon air smacked at his cheeks pleasantly, and he set off down the winding driveway.
Rogue was still asleep in her room, the virus had indeed weakened her system and her mutation had taken away her strength. With her rest and Logan's mutation temporarily inside her.. she was slowly regaining health. Her dark hair fanned out on the crisp white pillow.. the white streaks standing out vividly from the smooth mass. Her head was lightly canted, closed eyes and lightly parted lips signalled her sleeping state.
One of the windows was opened and allowed a soothing breeze to enter and refresh the cool air within. The thin curtains either side of the window lightly swayed and fanned as the breeze trespassed indoors.. The boots of the Wolverine lightly crunched down the driveway outside, but that mere disturbance did not shudder her from the peaceful slumber.
Bobby had left the room recently, going to fetch her a fresh glass of water. So now she was alone.. her and silence..
Bobby had not yet noticed the vocal commotion downstairs; he just wandered through the corridors to the bathroom, clutching Rogue's empty glass in a hand. With the silence.. the new sound behind him was unmissable. Bobby spun round suddenly, staring at the empty corridor behind him.
No one was there.
Bobby frowned, looking around, motioning in a circle.. he felt extremely uneasy. Suddenly, a snap of fingers and Sprite materialised in front of him with a satisfied smirk.
Bobby frowned, stepping away in order to try and pass, "Not now Sprite.."
Sprite raised a brow, his fingers snapped again as he teleported. He appeared bang in front of Bobby's path, "Ah ah ah.. it's rude to walk away Iceman."
Bobby sneered lowly and sidestepped once more.
Sprite however watched him, a smirk upon his narrow face, "Never knew you were a nurse Iceyboy.."
Bobby stopped in his tracks, frowning at the corridor in front of him, not yet turning to the mutant behind him.
Sprite chuckled, "Gee.. you're running round after Rogue like some puppy."
"She's unwell." Said Bobby through gritted teeth, gripping the glass tightly.
"Oh.. so you gonna do your best for her, and all that? Look after her?"
Bobby slowly nodded.. but not looking his way.
Sprite snapped his fingers.. the glass in Bobby's hand filled up with water automatically.
Bobby stared at the glass, surprised..
But Sprite still had a vicious glint in his eyes, "Yeah.. you don't wanna lose her do you?" He said in a dangerously soft voice, "Don't want her dying do we?"
Bobby turned slowly now.. his eyes glaring at Sprite. The anger was slowly running through his mind, causing his chest to tighten and eyes to narrow,
"What?"
"Keep your eyes on her.. or you'll kill her the same way you killed Pyro." Announced Sprite, his final words deadly soft, almost a whisper.. but they cut through Bobby like a knife and it lodge inside him furiously, replaying mentally as he lunged himself at Sprite, the glass falling out of his hands and smashing abruptly on the wooden floor.
Bobby roared his anger, his arm lifting and pulling back, readying..
Sprite snapped his fingers and faded from the spot, causing Bobby to punch through the wooden wall and splinter the surface. Bobby stopped.. he staggered. He stared at the all before he looked around. Sprite was nowhere to be seen.. Bobby softly growled, rubbing at his fist from the impact on the wood. He looked to the mark he had left and quickly dragged a tall vase over to cover the spot. He sighed softly, rubbing over his knuckle some more.. he froze the broken glass o the floor before allowing it to melt into vapour.. devoured.
He glared at the distance, hurt and anger roaring behind his eyes.. he should have punched that wall harder.. The rage came out with an echoing cry, Bobby screaming at the surrounding corridor, fists balled.
Had his ignorance killed Pyro?
Logan had his hands shoved idly into his jean pockets as he walked down the narrow country lane.. the only vehicle trail going by the mansion and the village. The only surroundings were miles of green that went into the farthest speck of distance when the first dot of a city began. The afternoon sun was very strong, and the rays pounded down from a cloudless sky, causing the groups of fields that were of a fantastic yellow to reflect their bright colours.
Logan inhaled the air peacefully as he travelled.. it was a very calming area. He could hear the distant chugging of a tractor, and the low drone of cows and their calves. Logan glanced down at the stone wall to his right, watching how the blackberry bush had crawled round it naturally, wondering how it did it.. only the silence and peace was momentarily broken as a tractor came trundling down the road, pulling with it a large cart of manure. Logan watched it pass with a disgruntled expression.. but the farmer at the seat of the tractor gave Logan a wave and a hearty cheer of, "Good afternoon mate!"
Logan stared at the tractor.. the accent alien.. the mutants at the mansion didn't have such a strong Yorkshire accent. But that man was actually pleasant.. and he had never met him before..
Logan had a lot to get used to.. moving to a calmer country..
Logan wandered back on down the small concrete road, sometimes drifting upon the grass verge and around some dainty flowers. The peace quickly honed back upon the surroundings. And just when Logan thought the harmony had returned, an alarming noise almost made him fall over into the thorny blackberry bush.
"Baaa!"
What the hell?
"Baaa!"
"Baa!"
Logan looked over the dry-stone wall and glared at a white sheep staring curiously up at the Wolverine. A little lamb beside the sheep suddenly darted off across the lush field of grass, making shrill noises of excitement.
Logan rubbed at his chin thoughtfully as he travelled on.. He then blinked.. the village was there. He stepped off the grass edge and onto a concrete road. Houses were close together; wooden doors nestled into dark stoned houses, brass doorknockers shining brightly at the sunshine. A large window on the corner broadcasted small items for sale, a sign above the window indicating that it was 'Heathstead Village Post Office'. Logan paused outside this shop window, glancing down in momentarily, a little interested by the differences. He stepped on slightly, looking round the road at the row of houses on the opposite side. He was paying no attention to his direction, so he walked straight into an elderly woman coming out of the Post Office, she made a small noise of surprise, her shopping spilling out on the grey dusty road.
Logan's head snapped down at her, glaring as though she had walked into him. The woman made a small sigh, her walking stick gently tapping the floor and she hobbled over to her spilt groceries. Logan suddenly felt ashamed by his actions and scooped down to the roadside and lifted her shopping back into her bag, "Sorry.." He muttered softly, straightening and handing her the bag.
"Oh.. thank you lad.. should be more around like y'self." She said softly, smiling pleasantly at him before she crossed over the road.
Logan raised a brow slowly, more Wolverines running round..? Doubt that'd suit most people.
Logan found a grin upon his face as he saw a large building across the road. A sign outside announced 'Fresh beer and a selection of wines and spirits.' He hurried on across the road after a small van had passed. Running up across the gravelled entrance and he slithered up the steps and in through the door sharply.. at last he would get his beer..
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Wow.. this chapter was LONG o.o
By the way, fi you didn't understand any of the Yorkshire phrases, just tell me which in your next review and I'll explain them in my next update (:
I'm trying to go by what LoneEagle said! Longer chapters! Yay! But I'm worried I stuffed to much info in this.. hmm.. well, it was either that or adding a cliffhanger ;)
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