Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Araceil: Oh my! Er.. you can't exactly reach me, so Mwahahahhahahahahahaha! (anyway, shush, be nice to me o.o)

Omala Moola: Not completely invincible! I think that too many injuries would overload him, basically and his mutation can't keep up with all the wounds and therefore there's too much blood loss.

Blix: Well technically, he can't try harder, there's no mental link, which means Charles is getting no electrical signal from Logan's brain.

Angelica: It appeared logical for Scott to be negative about the pressure, as it were for Siren and Gambit to feel strongly about loyalty. I'm glad you liked my work there! Here is the next chapter!

Chapter 37

The helicopters descended upon the great Mount Rundle. Their blades whirred loudly across the silent landscape, the orange machines standing out against the swirling white backdrop. The avalanche had now collapsed upon the wrecked remains of the base, the building completely out of sight under the monstrous collection of crushed snow and blocks of ice. The two bodies, which still lay at the mountain base, remained unmoving. The gathering snow gently placed innocent snowflakes upon the ghastly scene, specks of white decorating the crimson of the ground.

The helicopters slowly lowered their skids to the damp grass, the doors sliding open and the uniformed medics within leaping out hurriedly. A small group of people ran through a small area of woodland towards the mountain base.

"Two casualties," announced one as he ran ahead of the others. He held a more determined grimace, a certain leader. The three medics ran softly towards the silent scene, their boots crushing sickeningly into the watery ground. All of them paused respectfully one moment as the came upon the bodies, they shared cautious glances with one another before treading forward towards the two casualties.

"Carefully, carefully.." warned the leader as his troop lowered towards them. Two went for the female, the leader to the male. Roxanne was appearance wise in a much more distressed state, her limbs had lost all correctness, skin paled completely.

"Rob," said one of the medics beside Roxanne, "One casualty with bullet wound to neck."

"Police backup required," the leader confirmed, as he crouched down to Logan, "The area needs to be secured." The man turned away as he spoke into the helmet's microphone, "Patch me to Papa Hotel 811.," he ordered, pausing before speaking again as the transmitter connected to the above police, "One casualty with bullet wound to neck. Police assistance required at scene, please descend," his head drifted back as he stared skyward to see the police helicopter slowly circling, the pilot within waved his confirmation before the helicopter moved out of view slightly as it began to lower down to the ground.

The leader, Rob, turned to his team, "Let's be sharpish with this one. The media will be all over this one like a rash. Damn government. Who the hell uses mountains for work bases?" he sighed irritatedly before he turned his eyes back upon the silent Logan, his hands gently ran over the man's body, inspecting bloodied areas and noting all inflicted wounds, "No bullets wounds upon casualty. Normal routine," he confirmed to his team as he began to check Logan's neck for a pulse.

The group were working quietly as they checked and monitored the bodies, time passed speedily and soon the police were running over from their landed helicopter, "Which one has been shot?" one asked hurriedly, before descending upon Roxanne as she was gestured to, "Scan the area! Is helicopter 439 going to the avanlanche scene? We need aerial photographs. Is it nearly here?" the Police chief fired the questions to his scattering police team. Shouts replied him before the police disappeared to search the area for any clues.

"Sir!" called one of the medics to Rob, "Casualty One deceased,"

"What?!" he cried, spinning round, "How long for?!"

"Before we arrived Sir, death on impact."

A sigh came from Rob as his eyes closed a moment, "Alright, leave her to the police, this ones still alive. Let's get him out of here, he's in a coma."

Unsteadily the darkness that surrounded Logan's view came apparent, his brain registered the lack of light. In a drowsy murmur he tried to solve the problem, firstly by aimlessly wandering his hands before his eyes finally choose to peer open. He instantly regretted his brain's decision to return to the living, for a sudden impact of pain, light, coldness and sound all blasted at him, enough to probably scurry him back into the safe dark realm of unconsciousness!

He made a weakened groan at the effects, trying to move away and hide himself from the tirade of senses. But he felt his body being grabbed urgently, he vaguely came to attention peering up into the face of a sympathetic looking individual, "It's alright, we've got you." the man said quietly, "You don't need to move, we'll get a stretcher for you. What's your name?"

"No.." moaned Logan instantly, fighting the man's arms away.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Logan," he moaned quietly, continuing to force the man away from him as he pushed himself up slowly, staggering a few steps as he did so. Many of his joints clicked violently, correcting themselves after the heavy impact to the earth. A few groans came in disgust at the horrible sound; a few spinning their heads in alarm as it had sounded like the man had just broken very bone in the process of standing up! Once stood, Logan glanced around the area, the events slowly coming back into his mind in order of their occurrence. Many of the people were still staring at him with dumbstruck expression and alarmed eyes. The man had just stood up after falling off a mountain! Though not all was perfect, Logan tried to walk and his leg instantly gave way as he stumble incredibly before his latched his grip upon a nearby tree, "Shit.." he complained.

"Dude, you weren't gonna get outta this one clean.. what did you expect?" said Rob loudly as he watched Logan try to walk ahead, "Come here, we'll get you to the helicopter and off to the hospital."

"I don't need the hospital," muttered Logan as he limped alongside Rob, being guided there anyway.

"Of course you don't.." Rob murmured sympathetically, the injured man was in denial, no wonder.

When they reached the helicopter, Rob pointed to the seats within, "Sit down Logan, we need to treat the worst injuries before you go to the hospital, and before you go gallivanting off any more mountains."

Logan provided the man with a small glare, "I didn't gallivant off anything. I fell." Rob then pursued to try and clean at a large gash across Logan's forehead but Logan irritatedly pushed the man's limbs away, "Get off me!" he snarled.

"Dude!" exclaimed Rob, "You can't leave these injuries, the blood loss is critical!"

"Don't touch me," growled Logan again as he leant back upon the metallic wall. He did feel rather unstable; and his head had adopted an odd sensation as though it were floating around merrily. Logan closed his eyes gently as he sighed quietly, "Piece of shit," he murmured at Rob.

Rob squinted at Logan disapprovingly, "You're well enough to fire insults at me. But I still need to stitch these up.

"They'll heal soon," said Logan dismissively, keeping his eyes blissfully closed.

"I'm afraid Logan, these types of wounds will last a lot longer. Possibly a month for some, you'll need frequent visits to the hospital to get the bandages changed." He then quietened, staring at Logan, "Logan, you can't close your eyes, I need to keep you conscious."

Logan moaned quietly in defeat, opening an eye to venomously glare at Rob, "What's your name?"

"My name is Robert," he answered, trying to clean at a chest wound whilst Logan was occupied with questions.

Logan snorted suddenly, snapping his arm out to push the man's aid away, "Robert, you're an asshole," he announced sternly as though he had planned the reply all along. Though when Robert tried again to wipe at the wounds, Logan couldn't find it in him to fight back. He stared dazedly out into the snowy area, watching the snowflakes drift lazily by whilst Rob tried to quietly clean the worst of the wounds and ultimately stitch and cover them. Only did Logan's attention abruptly shoot up was when he saw two men walk by, each of them holding either end of a stretcher, upon it a black body bag, "What the.." he murmured before shoving Robert out of his way and leaping out of the helicopter. His eyes widened when he realised who it was that was missing.

"Logan!" cried Rob as he fell backwards onto the other seats.

"Roxanne! No!" he ran towards the men carrying the body bag, pushing them away, and commanding them to put it down.

"Sir, no!" cried one. But Logan had collapsed to his knees in the thin layer of snow beside the body bag. It hadn't been completely zipped up, a few locks of silver hair were visible through a small unzipped hole.

"No.." he moaned suddenly, his eyes widening in fright and jaw clenching in sadness, "No.." he repeated in a whisper, leaning forward to press his hands were her head was beneath the material. His shaking hands grasped the zip, yanking it down despite the yells from the growing crowd of emergency workers. But Logan ignored them; he just stared down at her lifeless face in shocked silence. Her smooth skin was horribly pale, even her light hair seemed bright and deep in contrast. Logan's eyes stared frozenly upon her cold features. His eyes captured her unmoving stare to the heavens, her eyes hauntingly glassy and distant.

No matter how bloody her death should have been, her face was clear of any major stains, only a few delicate specks of sheer red had splashed her neck, but other than that, her face was in perfect condition. Logan lowered himself closer to the body, finding it incredibly difficult to not give in to the burning sensation in his eyes, or the continuous stinging in his throat. His arms clasped around her, dragging her limp form out of the bag and into a tight embrace in his arms. The workers around the pair were silent, but the leaders were now ordering them away from the poignant scene.

"Why did you have to go?" whispered Logan as he held upon her, "I wanted you to come back home with me.." The inevitable tears crept from his eyes, trickling down his darkened features and splashing gently onto her shoulder. His kept her in his embrace and he continued to hold her close, rocking ever so slightly as he sobbed quietly into the crook of her neck. "One day.." he whispered softly as he trailed his fingers across her face, wishing it felt warm, "I will have my revenge.. There's somebody who's done this, they took me away from you, and now they've took you away from me.. And.. I.. T-there's someone somewhere who began all this.. beyond the Strykers.. and I will track them down.." his head leant to her ear, so the nearby workers wouldn't hear his remaining croaky threat, "And I will kill them all."

With tears still drifting from his tired eyes Logan pulled his head from hers, planting useless kisses to her deadened cheeks, fighting his warmth back upon her for only a few mere seconds before he let her go, lowering her with care to the ground. Logan sat up slowly, still watching her as the two police returned with gentle expressions as they zipped up the bag again and lifted it away from Logan and walked away. With his hands shaking and eyes stinging Logan watched with despair as she disappeared from sight into one of the helicopters. He moaned softly, his head lowering to his hands as he dropped down into the snow, muttering words about his Roxanne and the vile Strykers and how that one day.. he would get his ultimate revenge on whichever organisation started this..

Ah! I was almost crying there! I could feel my eyes welling up! Poor Roxanne, poor Logan. ):