Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.
Xcoolcomic: Yes, I like Gambit's persona. And don't forget, Logan is unaware of Aurora and Remy's friendship.
Angelica: I thought it was pretty cool for Logan to be able to lift the jeep himself XD not something any old guy can do, is it? I checked out a picture of a Cadillac Escalade, and it is. I now have the picture on my site for anyone who wants to look. It's a real beauty. I'll still call it jeep though, just to make life easier. I can't put Cadillac Escalade every time! x.x
As great to read as my stories? How can that be? The comics are the foundations, the comic is the king of all this, of the movies, of all X-Men franchise. But for you to compare it to them is a wonderful compliment, and I thank you.
Blix: They are! They're hurrying! But Logan's already close..
Chapter 26
The rain died away the further Logan got to Canada. Soon those frost-covered roads were becoming icier and more dangerous. But the thick sturdy wheels of the jeep gripped well to the roads and drove along securely. The forests had changed a little, becoming denser and generally more elegant. For robust pines and slim firs stretched out either side of the road amongst tall grasses. Slowly, the forest to his left was no more as lake water spread out from a drop in the terrain. The water surface owned a sheen of a wonderful blue, reflecting the amorous sky above. The sun shone passionately across from its position, gentle clouds lazily moved along at a slow pace. The steady and rather fast travels of the vehicle were slowed gently and Logan stopped to look out of the glassless window to his left, looking out at the stunning view.
Plush dark green grass draped across the lake water like ribbons and pine trees were stood tall in scattered places, like soldiers to attention. After a small and narrow stretch of gentle water came more land, this time it was large and carried onto into a distant deep forest. Then further on, a meadow of tall and dense grass swayed in the breeze, elegant flowers of magenta gracefully waving to the sunshine. Above ravens caught Logan's attention as they squawked and flew gently in the breeze. Then, Logan's eyes lifted slowly with an awe filled silence as an ominous figure stretched skyward in the centre of the view. Dark in shade, capped by optic whites of snow; clouds floated by it's peak, the very tip stretching to the sun. Behind it, brothers and sisters gathered in the same alluring manner, stretching their mysterious forms out of the earth and up to the heavens. Just then, he saw a lone helicopter come from the distance and disappear into the clouds to land behind the mountain. Logan's brow furrowed, He'd found the base.
Turning his attention back to the road, he quickly began to head on forth, engine growling back to life as its wheels roared across the scattered ice. With the tremendous speed it didn't take him long to drive further along the lakeside and reach the dark forest at the foot of the mountain. He swiftly turned to roll gently into the shadows the trees provided, pulling up with a slow and satisfied rumble before the engine died away. Logan jumped free of the vehicle and began to walk forth through the frost tipped grass of wildflowers. He snuck round the foreboding and tall trees, knocking early snow from their spruces. The end of the Canadian summer had arrived, within the next few days the place would be turned into a harrowingly cold stretch of snow and winds. Logan's run was silent, for he was at his best in such a natural habitat. Once he had froze in his tracks to hear the distant baying of an Elk herd before he continued ahead. Then, pushing away a large branch of firs his eyes were faced with a rock surface. His head tilted skyward to see the growing slope of the first-seen mountain. Mount Rundle. The slope would decidedly easy to scale, for crevasses and jutted points came often. The height was incredibly astonishing, 9,335ft of it, but Logan just wanted to climb up a little then round to the other side, it was pointless to drive round then begin climbing. Plus, he wanted to enter from above.. not below and be shot instantly. So, with a determined snarl his claws unleashed from his gloved knuckles, and he made his first jab into a uplift of rock and began to scale. With his animal sense, it was easier than expected, and amidst his grunts and pants, he was climbing steadily.
After an hour, he had made good progress, he was a large number of feet up, and the weather conditions proved that. The air was suddenly colder, and misty, and snowflakes were beginning to dance along in the breeze. His breaths were harsh, chest heaving and gulping in the bitter air. His hair swept wildly by the growing wind speeds, once sleek dark brown was now ruffled and dotted by snow. Logan chanced a peek down to the distance he had climbed, but the bottom of the mountainside had been lost in a swarm of mist. His head spun back upright, giving a gasp as the air stung inside his throat. He lifted his hands from their current positions on the rock before continued on up, then latching his grip onto a small ledge which he hoisted himself up upon with a grunt, dropping down to rest. His back rested upon the remaining rock face, legs sprawled out on the small ledge. Whilst he paused to regain a sensible breathing rate, he allowed himself to look over the view. Faint wisps of scattered cloud floated by, but the scenery was still visible. Distant mountains stood tall, ground carpet by the green of forest, the blue of the sparkling lake water. The colours of wildflowers that vastly spread the meadows still waved up to him.
Logan closed his eyes temporarily, reopening to look back over the earth. It really was beautiful; he'd never seen Canada from such an angle. His head turned from the fleeting snowflakes and he lifted from the spot to continue his climb, now ascending to the left in other to get round the mountain front. His boots were firmly pressed upon the rock, his hands grabbing in desperation to the mountain face. Logan continued to climb quickly, once in motion his moves were like clockwork, left leg, right arm, right leg, left arm, on and on, climbing up the sloping surface.
A strained groan echoed around the mountain and Logan pressed himself around a large piece of rock, staggering slightly for his footing. But his eyes then caught what he was looking for, and the ice cold air in his lungs froze unaided. A large building was built on the mountainside, upon a large crevasse of almost 50 feet wide. The helicopters he had battled with earlier were parked in their designated spots at the edge of the stone, after that a drop into a seemingly endless mist. Logan straightened, one foot on the ledge, other knee bent as his foot balanced on a rock slope. His hands grasped gently at each other, stinging and sore from the climb, but pain numbed by the freezing cold air. His mouth exhaled a smog of condensation that steadily flowed outwards before the strong gale wiped it from existence. He was still breathing heavily from the work of the climb, and his body yearned for rest, but he wasn't able to. Not yet. He had to find Roxanne.
The drop to reach the building wasn't all that high, around 20 feet. Logan edged forth to the ledge and dropped off silently. Hurtling down through the blustering snow-dotted air to land upon crispy snow. The only sound of his arrival was the crunch of his boots again the said snow. With a soft pant, his drove his fingers through his windswept hair. Logan's eyes hardened on his destination and he began to run quietly towards what looked like a back door. Logan was still a good few feet away when it opened, and to his surprise, Roxanne came out a few steps before shutting it behind her. So much for worrying about her clothes, she'd made it up here fine it seemed, and she's now got a new attire. But Logan frowned, the outfit she wore was a tight leather suit, similar to those of the X-Men. A high opened collar sat round her neck, material then remaining open to a 'V' point at her bosom. Logan's eyes narrowed, "Roxanne?" he asked softly.
She didn't reply, but remained positioned a few feet in front of him, hands on hips, clasping the leather of her suit. "I wondered how long it would take you to follow me," came a rather ungrateful reply. Her eyes were impassively fixed upon him, narrowed, eyebrows slanting south in a derisive manner. Her hair battled mightily with the blowing gusts of snow filled air, those tremendous locks of silver waving and swooping joyously behind her slim form.
"Roxanne, I've come to take you back to the mansion," said Logan, voice raised to be heard of the wind. His eyes travelled around the area, "What is this place?"
Roxanne didn't reply instantly, a hand just dropped to her hip to pull a secluded gun from its hoister, "I'm not going back to the mansion. And neither are you."
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(I have uploaded pictures of Logan's jeep and where the base for Canada is - and a new picture of Roxanne!)