Interval One: Logan
Logan was an inward-seeking man.
Self-healing. Strong body, strong senses. Few explanations, few words in general. Someone who spent a great deal trying to understand his own mystery. An inward-seeking man.
Still, no one ever denied Logan had his animal side. Instinct was something the Wolverine had more of than most. Safe to say, whatever Logan paid attention to was worth paying attention to.
At the moment, there was nothing he could have pointed to. No sound, no scent, no swirl of air betrayed a reason for the unease that was building in the back of the Wolverine's mind. But the unease was growing. The animal instinct in Logan was saying something it had rarely said to him before: Run. Run, and hide.
Logan was a man before he was anything else, though, and Logan had never been a man inclined to run away. Instead, he paced through the grounds and halls of the mansion like a hunter on the prowl, graceful and fluid, senses extended to the utmost and body poised. Those he encountered gave him a wide berth, and curious looks.
As he paced through room after room, he cast his mind back into the scattered pieces of his memory. This was not the feeling of a battle coming; he remembered fighting and death in a field of mud, and the scent of the air before an attack had not been the same. It was not the feeling of an ambush either – the air had no tint of malice to it, no scent of stealth.
Confrontation – no. Argument – no. Hatred, anger, rage? No, no, no. There was no storm on the horizon, no earthquake or fire. No natural disaster at all (Logan remembered all these things, if not when or where they had occurred). This was not even the feel of wanting to move on, to wander away and find some new, strange place; Logan remembered that feeling many times, but not now, and not here.
Logan had found a place here; with the X-Men, the mansion, Xavier's school. Logan felt that he belonged here, for the first time in a long time. Logan had no intention of going anywhere.
Run, his instincts whispered at him. Run, and hide.
It was driving Logan crazy.
Logan was an inward-seeking man.
Self-healing. Strong body, strong senses. Few explanations, few words in general. Someone who spent a great deal trying to understand his own mystery. An inward-seeking man.
Still, no one ever denied Logan had his animal side. Instinct was something the Wolverine had more of than most. Safe to say, whatever Logan paid attention to was worth paying attention to.
At the moment, there was nothing he could have pointed to. No sound, no scent, no swirl of air betrayed a reason for the unease that was building in the back of the Wolverine's mind. But the unease was growing. The animal instinct in Logan was saying something it had rarely said to him before: Run. Run, and hide.
Logan was a man before he was anything else, though, and Logan had never been a man inclined to run away. Instead, he paced through the grounds and halls of the mansion like a hunter on the prowl, graceful and fluid, senses extended to the utmost and body poised. Those he encountered gave him a wide berth, and curious looks.
As he paced through room after room, he cast his mind back into the scattered pieces of his memory. This was not the feeling of a battle coming; he remembered fighting and death in a field of mud, and the scent of the air before an attack had not been the same. It was not the feeling of an ambush either – the air had no tint of malice to it, no scent of stealth.
Confrontation – no. Argument – no. Hatred, anger, rage? No, no, no. There was no storm on the horizon, no earthquake or fire. No natural disaster at all (Logan remembered all these things, if not when or where they had occurred). This was not even the feel of wanting to move on, to wander away and find some new, strange place; Logan remembered that feeling many times, but not now, and not here.
Logan had found a place here; with the X-Men, the mansion, Xavier's school. Logan felt that he belonged here, for the first time in a long time. Logan had no intention of going anywhere.
Run, his instincts whispered at him. Run, and hide.
It was driving Logan crazy.