Chapter Three: Resurrection
Across the mountain pass, Logan started, straightening from chopping wood. Or rather, from
shouting instructions to Merry on how to chop wood. She could barely hear him over the howling
of the wind. With his heightened hearing, he could hear a rabbit shitting in the next territory,
he mused, bending over to pick up the mutilated chopped wood. That's when he heard it.
Loooggaann.....
"Merry, get inside, no, no, nothing's wrong, just take the ax with you. I have to go, alright?"
he said urgently, taking her by the arms roughly.
"But, why?"Merry asked, uncertainty clear in her light brown eyes. "Is it Cici? Is something
wrong-"Logan quickly pulled her to him, gently stroking her long, straight brown hair. "Everything's
okay, okay,kiddo?"
Merry quickly nodded, her pretty face set in a frown of worry. "I want you to go inside
and tell Henry to watch after you. Give him this name, okay? Sabretooth- ya got that? Repeat it." He nodded, satisfied when
she clearly repeated him. After giving her another instruction, Logan ran to his skijet. He
tore across the terrain, his heart heavy, like a sunken weight. It had happened. Damn that
dog, he'd said everything was covered, that Sabretooth was confined, that his mind was gone.
Dammit, Jacob, I won't let them do this-I won't!
Logan frantically surveyed the crashed skijet. Her scent was there, heavy with blood and fear,
and so was that sick, sadistic sonovabitch's! Fifty feet from there, Logan lost their scent.
But he knew where they'd gone. Oh yes, he knew. He knew it would be impossible to get her back. His dark blue
eyes grew bright, the black pupils almost blocking out the color. Logan took a hike, the long
dead Wolverine took over, snarling fiercely. Blood, blood, blood...Wolverine craved it, and soon
he'd be dancing in Sabretooth's. Right after he ripped off that fucker's head, and shit down
his fucking neck!
Across the mountain pass, Logan started, straightening from chopping wood. Or rather, from
shouting instructions to Merry on how to chop wood. She could barely hear him over the howling
of the wind. With his heightened hearing, he could hear a rabbit shitting in the next territory,
he mused, bending over to pick up the mutilated chopped wood. That's when he heard it.
Loooggaann.....
"Merry, get inside, no, no, nothing's wrong, just take the ax with you. I have to go, alright?"
he said urgently, taking her by the arms roughly.
"But, why?"Merry asked, uncertainty clear in her light brown eyes. "Is it Cici? Is something
wrong-"Logan quickly pulled her to him, gently stroking her long, straight brown hair. "Everything's
okay, okay,kiddo?"
Merry quickly nodded, her pretty face set in a frown of worry. "I want you to go inside
and tell Henry to watch after you. Give him this name, okay? Sabretooth- ya got that? Repeat it." He nodded, satisfied when
she clearly repeated him. After giving her another instruction, Logan ran to his skijet. He
tore across the terrain, his heart heavy, like a sunken weight. It had happened. Damn that
dog, he'd said everything was covered, that Sabretooth was confined, that his mind was gone.
Dammit, Jacob, I won't let them do this-I won't!
Logan frantically surveyed the crashed skijet. Her scent was there, heavy with blood and fear,
and so was that sick, sadistic sonovabitch's! Fifty feet from there, Logan lost their scent.
But he knew where they'd gone. Oh yes, he knew. He knew it would be impossible to get her back. His dark blue
eyes grew bright, the black pupils almost blocking out the color. Logan took a hike, the long
dead Wolverine took over, snarling fiercely. Blood, blood, blood...Wolverine craved it, and soon
he'd be dancing in Sabretooth's. Right after he ripped off that fucker's head, and shit down
his fucking neck!