Disclaimer:Wolverine is mine.
Rated: PG-13 for language
Authors note:Some reviews,please? ;) Maybe it will be romantic story one day...
2nd Disclaimer:I lied. I don't own nothing. But one day...buahahaha!!!!
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It was autumn. The soft breeze was caring the unspoken stories of the past summer. The trees were painted in the colors of the life- red, yellow and full orange. Day was soft, quiet and full of pure peace. There were no birds- they've all gone to the Africa- the only place were they could feel absolutely free.
She was sitting on the roof. She felt like she could touch the heaven and turn it around. And then she begun to fall. Right into the madness of the hell.
Who am I to be who I am? Who am I to think what I think,to feel what I feel?
I am nothing.
However I feel that I should be someone special.
Sometimes I hate them.For what they did to me. For what they didn't.
I am keep telling myself:"I am more than them. When I see them-I know. I can do so many things. I can talk to Mother Nature.I can feel it with myself.I feel Her hearth,Her spirit,Her soul.Yes, I can talk to Her.I can ask her questions and She will always answer. Because I am Her child. I can't control Her,no, nobody can. But I am the only one she listens to. And only I can request.
And they can only kill Her, hurt Her...And they should pay.
The wind was playing in her white, long hair. It was whispering to her lulling her. Like a sister.
But that's not true. It isn't their fault. It's just me. I'm not a goddess. It is not my time. But I am so alone. Why are you talking to me? Why are you asking me for things I can't do? And they are looking at me with those cold eyes.Like if they would like me to be dead. It is sometimes hard to live. What are you expecting of me?I'm not your goddess.And I won't be.I won't be.
You gave me life.
You made me free.
You gave me heart.
Is it the way I should feel?
I want rain-you're crying.
I want blood-you're dying.
I want life-you're saving.
I want hope-you're praying.
Forgive me for what I am.
Earth.
Forgive me.
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I'm a fucking coward. I shouldn't be here, with all those people. With people who care for each other, who are best friends, who can always depend on somebody. Who sometimes need to depend on somebody.'Cause they cannot depend on me. And yes, I'm nothin' more than a coward.I'm not able to finish it all. Sometimes it's like I shouldn't say "Win some, loose some". It should be "Kill some,loose some". Let's just face it- I'm an animal. Everybody thinks that. I think that. 'Cause, hell, it is true.
Everyday I'm trying to be careful, but I'm always faling. I'm always hurting somebody.Always. Maybe that's just nature. Maybe I am here to do my job and die. To kill. That's why I was the perfect weapon. Not because of my healing factor and strenght. Because I'm a perfect hunter. Perfect killer. And maybe Stryker was right. I should do what I'm supposed to do.
Do I like killing?
The smell of blood.
Hell, sometimes I do...
When I'm fighting with Creed or soldiers...That's why I'm loosing it.That's why they can't help me.
'Cause I like it.
'Cause I like it?
No.That can't be true.No.No,no,no...That's not the way things are...
I'm not like him...
I'm not like Creed...
I'm not fuckin' Creed!!!
And the smell of blood.
So disarming.
So sweet.
So good...
No!!! That's not true. Not true. That's not the way I feel!
Please...
I'm not...
Let me go...
After those years, let me go..
I killed them.
I had to.
They made me.
Those hundreds of people.They killed them.They,not me!
But I have got the rage.
And I have got the dreams.
Of blood.
Sweet.
Blackness.
I shouldn't be here.
Help me.
Somebody.
Please.
Help me.
Please...
please...
please...
It was autumn. The clouds were lazily sailing in the sky. Souls were broken. And birds were in Africa.
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Like it? Hate it? Tell me if I should continue. I love reviews:)) They are better than...than...then Everything.Please. Feed the madman.
Rated: PG-13 for language
Authors note:Some reviews,please? ;) Maybe it will be romantic story one day...
2nd Disclaimer:I lied. I don't own nothing. But one day...buahahaha!!!!
___________________________________________________________________
It was autumn. The soft breeze was caring the unspoken stories of the past summer. The trees were painted in the colors of the life- red, yellow and full orange. Day was soft, quiet and full of pure peace. There were no birds- they've all gone to the Africa- the only place were they could feel absolutely free.
She was sitting on the roof. She felt like she could touch the heaven and turn it around. And then she begun to fall. Right into the madness of the hell.
Who am I to be who I am? Who am I to think what I think,to feel what I feel?
I am nothing.
However I feel that I should be someone special.
Sometimes I hate them.For what they did to me. For what they didn't.
I am keep telling myself:"I am more than them. When I see them-I know. I can do so many things. I can talk to Mother Nature.I can feel it with myself.I feel Her hearth,Her spirit,Her soul.Yes, I can talk to Her.I can ask her questions and She will always answer. Because I am Her child. I can't control Her,no, nobody can. But I am the only one she listens to. And only I can request.
And they can only kill Her, hurt Her...And they should pay.
The wind was playing in her white, long hair. It was whispering to her lulling her. Like a sister.
But that's not true. It isn't their fault. It's just me. I'm not a goddess. It is not my time. But I am so alone. Why are you talking to me? Why are you asking me for things I can't do? And they are looking at me with those cold eyes.Like if they would like me to be dead. It is sometimes hard to live. What are you expecting of me?I'm not your goddess.And I won't be.I won't be.
You gave me life.
You made me free.
You gave me heart.
Is it the way I should feel?
I want rain-you're crying.
I want blood-you're dying.
I want life-you're saving.
I want hope-you're praying.
Forgive me for what I am.
Earth.
Forgive me.
~*~*~*~*
I'm a fucking coward. I shouldn't be here, with all those people. With people who care for each other, who are best friends, who can always depend on somebody. Who sometimes need to depend on somebody.'Cause they cannot depend on me. And yes, I'm nothin' more than a coward.I'm not able to finish it all. Sometimes it's like I shouldn't say "Win some, loose some". It should be "Kill some,loose some". Let's just face it- I'm an animal. Everybody thinks that. I think that. 'Cause, hell, it is true.
Everyday I'm trying to be careful, but I'm always faling. I'm always hurting somebody.Always. Maybe that's just nature. Maybe I am here to do my job and die. To kill. That's why I was the perfect weapon. Not because of my healing factor and strenght. Because I'm a perfect hunter. Perfect killer. And maybe Stryker was right. I should do what I'm supposed to do.
Do I like killing?
The smell of blood.
Hell, sometimes I do...
When I'm fighting with Creed or soldiers...That's why I'm loosing it.That's why they can't help me.
'Cause I like it.
'Cause I like it?
No.That can't be true.No.No,no,no...That's not the way things are...
I'm not like him...
I'm not like Creed...
I'm not fuckin' Creed!!!
And the smell of blood.
So disarming.
So sweet.
So good...
No!!! That's not true. Not true. That's not the way I feel!
Please...
I'm not...
Let me go...
After those years, let me go..
I killed them.
I had to.
They made me.
Those hundreds of people.They killed them.They,not me!
But I have got the rage.
And I have got the dreams.
Of blood.
Sweet.
Blackness.
I shouldn't be here.
Help me.
Somebody.
Please.
Help me.
Please...
please...
please...
It was autumn. The clouds were lazily sailing in the sky. Souls were broken. And birds were in Africa.
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Like it? Hate it? Tell me if I should continue. I love reviews:)) They are better than...than...then Everything.Please. Feed the madman.