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Chapter 13: Dreams, or memories?
He set the axe down on the stump, wiping the sweat from his forhead. It was getting dark outside. "Logan." A female voice said, he looked over and saw her standing in the doorway of the cabin and smiled. The woman who'd later throw him off a suspension bridge. "We've enough wood already, take a break."
He walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her on the cheek. "Jus' preparin', darlin'." he replied. She leaned her head against his chest, looking at the side of the cabin where their names had been scratched in by a claw.
He turned his head suddenly, his nose twitching ever so slightly. He looked back to her quickly. "Get inside." He said, letting go of her and extending six bone claws.
"Logan?" She asked, grabbing his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
He looked to her. "Get inside." He said again, then looked out into the woods. "NOW!"
She ran into the cabin, bolting the door and waiting. Outside, she could hear gunshots, followed by screams of people as the claws cut through them. Finally, everything became silent.
The handle to the cabin shook slightly, then the door was broken open. Guards rushed in there, followed by a smiling silver haired soldier. Then there was nothing.
The commander paced the ship, explaining the objectives as they approached the prison base. They were to get in, secure the gates and the cell blocks, and make sure that the prisoners escaped safely.
"James Howlett." The commander said, looking to the uniformed soldier. "You'll be working alone on this one." The soldier had black and white facepaint on, making a skull. "You're a ghost, James. In every sense of the word. Good luck." The soldier stood, nodding and walking to the hatch and jumping just as they flew over the gates.
He ran to the barracks nearest to him, the prison block. He crashed through the door, the beings inside all looking over at the soldier. He just looked around to them, then shouted something. He motioned for them to run, which they did.
They followed him outside, he headed to the gates, taking down guards as he went. The prisoners picked up the guards weapons, helping the soldier fight. He removed a grenade from the belt of one soldier, pulled the pin, then threw it to the gate.
The explosion lit up the night, metal shards from the gate flying everywhere, nearly spraying the prisoners. A small boy close to the gates held a hand out, and the shards stopped. The prisoners began to run out the hole in the gate, towards the awaiting transport trucks.
The boy was almost trampled in the process, but the soldier moved towards him and picked him up. As the soldier made sure that all of them got through, the boy buried his face in the soldier's shoulder.
The sun was rising. The soldier carried the boy all the way to the trucks. He hiked the boy up onto his shoulder and smiled slightly. "What's yer name, kid?"
The boy looked at him and frowned slightly, then said in a faint voice. "Eric Magnus Lehnsherr." The accent he had was thick, but he understood it. The soldier rummaged in his sidepack, reaching into his rations and removing the bar of chocolate.
He glanced from the bar to the child, then held it out to him. The boy took it, unwrapping it quickly and inhaling it. "Zhank you, sir."
"Call me James." The soldier replied, carrying the boy to one of the troop transports and handing him to another soldier. "Take care of this kid..." He said, giving a last, small smile to the boy and dissapearing, only a ghost.
"..Dad?" The young boy asked, seeing his dad dead on the ground, and his mother standing behind a man with a shotgun in one hand. "Dad?!" He dropped to his knees. The man with the shotgun laughed.
"Gotta work hard T'not be like him, Y'little shit." The man said. "Yer dad was always lookin' down on me on accounta I'm poor. I didn't want T'kill him, but he found me. Now me an' 'is wife are gonna get outta this place fer good."
The child fought back the tears as the man laughed again. The laughing stopped when six bone claws broke through his stomach and out his back. The man slumped forward, the boy could now see a young redheaded girl in the doorway with a blonde boy about his age, the girl and the boy both looked terrified.
"DAD!" The other boy ran forward, out of instinct, the boy slashed his face with one hand. Leaving three long cuts on the boys face.
"Get out of here!" His mother shouted. "Out, you monster!" She shouted again, looking at the boy with the claws. The redhead ran forward and grabbed the boy, running outside with him.
In a barn, nearby. The redhead sat next to the boy, who was collapsed on the ground. Tears ran constantly down her cheeks as she kept looking at him. "...I can hear people talking. Men talking about farming.. In a bar.." The boy said quietly. "What's happening, Rose?"
She bit her lip. "I don't know.. The nearest bar is four miles from here, James..." She said, a gunshot from the house they'd escaped echoed through the erea, causing the boy to jump.
He knew what had happened. His mother had shot herself. He drifted off into a deep sleep.
"It'll be okay.." She said. Hearing her through the fog of sleep "James. It'll be okay..."
"Are you awake, James?" She asked, he could only see her silhouette. "Logan, are you awake?"
The voice was different. He could only make out the silhouette. With a groan, he tried to sit up. Pain flashed in his back and sides, a hand on his chest pushed him back to the table. "Not yet, Logan."
...Red hair...
"..Rose.." Was all he said, trying to get his eyes to focus. The girl stepped back a bit.
"Professor?" She asked, Xavier's chair slowly pulled up to the side.
"Logan, can you hear me?" He asked, Logan nodded. "We're back at the institute. You were badly injured in the fall. They found you ten miles down stream washed up on the beach and bleeding badly..." He trailed off. Logan's eyes finally focused.
The girl.. It wasn't Rose, but that telepath he'd seen when he had tried getting into the elevator. "The strange thing is, there was a case next to you on the beach they'd found you at with vials of serum for humans, and a single vial for mutants."
"...But the lab exploded.." Logan said, wincing a bit.
Xavier nodded slowly. "I know." He looked away. "Logan. If you want to leave, I understand."
Logan let his head fall back against the pillow. Leave? Where the hell would he go?
I'd just... Fade away.
The end.
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yawns How'd I do? Didja like this one? If you did, R&R. If you didn't, bite me and go read another goddamned Romy.
Heh... Jus' kiddin'. This chapter was a hell of a lot longer than I originally thought it was going to be.
--Ookami.
Chapter 13: Dreams, or memories?
He set the axe down on the stump, wiping the sweat from his forhead. It was getting dark outside. "Logan." A female voice said, he looked over and saw her standing in the doorway of the cabin and smiled. The woman who'd later throw him off a suspension bridge. "We've enough wood already, take a break."
He walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her on the cheek. "Jus' preparin', darlin'." he replied. She leaned her head against his chest, looking at the side of the cabin where their names had been scratched in by a claw.
He turned his head suddenly, his nose twitching ever so slightly. He looked back to her quickly. "Get inside." He said, letting go of her and extending six bone claws.
"Logan?" She asked, grabbing his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
He looked to her. "Get inside." He said again, then looked out into the woods. "NOW!"
She ran into the cabin, bolting the door and waiting. Outside, she could hear gunshots, followed by screams of people as the claws cut through them. Finally, everything became silent.
The handle to the cabin shook slightly, then the door was broken open. Guards rushed in there, followed by a smiling silver haired soldier. Then there was nothing.
The commander paced the ship, explaining the objectives as they approached the prison base. They were to get in, secure the gates and the cell blocks, and make sure that the prisoners escaped safely.
"James Howlett." The commander said, looking to the uniformed soldier. "You'll be working alone on this one." The soldier had black and white facepaint on, making a skull. "You're a ghost, James. In every sense of the word. Good luck." The soldier stood, nodding and walking to the hatch and jumping just as they flew over the gates.
He ran to the barracks nearest to him, the prison block. He crashed through the door, the beings inside all looking over at the soldier. He just looked around to them, then shouted something. He motioned for them to run, which they did.
They followed him outside, he headed to the gates, taking down guards as he went. The prisoners picked up the guards weapons, helping the soldier fight. He removed a grenade from the belt of one soldier, pulled the pin, then threw it to the gate.
The explosion lit up the night, metal shards from the gate flying everywhere, nearly spraying the prisoners. A small boy close to the gates held a hand out, and the shards stopped. The prisoners began to run out the hole in the gate, towards the awaiting transport trucks.
The boy was almost trampled in the process, but the soldier moved towards him and picked him up. As the soldier made sure that all of them got through, the boy buried his face in the soldier's shoulder.
The sun was rising. The soldier carried the boy all the way to the trucks. He hiked the boy up onto his shoulder and smiled slightly. "What's yer name, kid?"
The boy looked at him and frowned slightly, then said in a faint voice. "Eric Magnus Lehnsherr." The accent he had was thick, but he understood it. The soldier rummaged in his sidepack, reaching into his rations and removing the bar of chocolate.
He glanced from the bar to the child, then held it out to him. The boy took it, unwrapping it quickly and inhaling it. "Zhank you, sir."
"Call me James." The soldier replied, carrying the boy to one of the troop transports and handing him to another soldier. "Take care of this kid..." He said, giving a last, small smile to the boy and dissapearing, only a ghost.
"..Dad?" The young boy asked, seeing his dad dead on the ground, and his mother standing behind a man with a shotgun in one hand. "Dad?!" He dropped to his knees. The man with the shotgun laughed.
"Gotta work hard T'not be like him, Y'little shit." The man said. "Yer dad was always lookin' down on me on accounta I'm poor. I didn't want T'kill him, but he found me. Now me an' 'is wife are gonna get outta this place fer good."
The child fought back the tears as the man laughed again. The laughing stopped when six bone claws broke through his stomach and out his back. The man slumped forward, the boy could now see a young redheaded girl in the doorway with a blonde boy about his age, the girl and the boy both looked terrified.
"DAD!" The other boy ran forward, out of instinct, the boy slashed his face with one hand. Leaving three long cuts on the boys face.
"Get out of here!" His mother shouted. "Out, you monster!" She shouted again, looking at the boy with the claws. The redhead ran forward and grabbed the boy, running outside with him.
In a barn, nearby. The redhead sat next to the boy, who was collapsed on the ground. Tears ran constantly down her cheeks as she kept looking at him. "...I can hear people talking. Men talking about farming.. In a bar.." The boy said quietly. "What's happening, Rose?"
She bit her lip. "I don't know.. The nearest bar is four miles from here, James..." She said, a gunshot from the house they'd escaped echoed through the erea, causing the boy to jump.
He knew what had happened. His mother had shot herself. He drifted off into a deep sleep.
"It'll be okay.." She said. Hearing her through the fog of sleep "James. It'll be okay..."
"Are you awake, James?" She asked, he could only see her silhouette. "Logan, are you awake?"
The voice was different. He could only make out the silhouette. With a groan, he tried to sit up. Pain flashed in his back and sides, a hand on his chest pushed him back to the table. "Not yet, Logan."
...Red hair...
"..Rose.." Was all he said, trying to get his eyes to focus. The girl stepped back a bit.
"Professor?" She asked, Xavier's chair slowly pulled up to the side.
"Logan, can you hear me?" He asked, Logan nodded. "We're back at the institute. You were badly injured in the fall. They found you ten miles down stream washed up on the beach and bleeding badly..." He trailed off. Logan's eyes finally focused.
The girl.. It wasn't Rose, but that telepath he'd seen when he had tried getting into the elevator. "The strange thing is, there was a case next to you on the beach they'd found you at with vials of serum for humans, and a single vial for mutants."
"...But the lab exploded.." Logan said, wincing a bit.
Xavier nodded slowly. "I know." He looked away. "Logan. If you want to leave, I understand."
Logan let his head fall back against the pillow. Leave? Where the hell would he go?
I'd just... Fade away.
The end.
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yawns How'd I do? Didja like this one? If you did, R&R. If you didn't, bite me and go read another goddamned Romy.
Heh... Jus' kiddin'. This chapter was a hell of a lot longer than I originally thought it was going to be.
--Ookami.