Relatively short chapter.
Chapter 17: Logan's dream.
After the news of Graydon's parents murder, a group calling themselves the Friends of Humanity came out to destroy the mutant threat. Xavier was holed up in his office most of the time, and students could swear that they heard him talking harshly to someone.
Logan had spent the day talking with Rogue about the night before. The two had literally spent the whole day together, and they each argued on whether or not Heather could be trusted.
Rogue believed she couldn't be, but Logan felt she could be. Even with the argument, the two did have a good time with each other that day.
Logan stepped to his door, smirking as he could hear Kitty assault Rogue with questions about what happened. He turned the handle and opened the door slightly, catching someones scent.
He popped out the claws on his left hand, opening the door fully and stopping immediatly. Heather was sitting on his bed, nearly in tears. He retracted his claws. "Christ, I'm sorry, darlin'. Y'can't just sneak into M'room like this."
"Logan." She said, standing up and rushing over to him. "You can't sleep in here tonight."
"Why?"
She frowned. "Something bad is going to happen to you. I know it."
"C'mon, darlin'." He said, motioning to his knuckles. "I can handle it. Get T'bed." He practically shoved her out of the room, too tired from the day to say otherwise. She let him push her out, and gave one worried look over her shoulder before leaving.
Logan changed out of his clothes and into his pajamas: A pair of jeans and a muscleshirt. He laid down onto the bed, shutting his eyes. The exhaustion from the day sent him to sleep immediatly.
Outside, it began to rain. The thunder provided a percussion that eased Logan's mind into a deep sleep, and more importantly, into a dream.
He was standing in a warehouse that he knew to be near the edge of the town, but the warehouse was completely trashed. Walls were torn down, the roof missing, everything. The rain poured in slowly, putting out a fire in the corner of the warehouse.
He looked about questioningly, before hearing something behind him. "At last."
He turned and saw a silver haired man in black camo staring at him. The man wasn't smiling. "Logan. It's been a while.."
Logan didn't say anything.
The man frowned, Logan now realized he wasn't standing, but seemed to float there in the air. "Their words might fall on deaf ears, but know this: The dead are far from silent."
The man gritted his teeth now. "You ruined my life, Logan. But I'm not alone. You've ruined the lives of many, and all of the dead are looking for you, Logan." Three claw like scars appeared on his face. "Including one you knew very well."
"Who." Logan asked, but it wasn't his voice.
The man dissapeared, Logan heard footsteps behind him. He wasn't in the warehouse now, but in the forest outside the original Weapon X facility. He saw them, the visages of those he had killed in his former life, and the life of The Wolverine.
All of them were walking to him. They all were exactly the same as when he had killed them. Throats slit, gunshot wounds, broken limbs, burns, everything you can imagine. Some cried, some screamed. Others shouted obscenities at the man who had ended their life, only to give them an joyless existence in the afterlife.
Logan, on instinct, retracted his claws and attempted to fend them off. He couldn't attack them, though. Everytime he did, his claws would pass through them. They could attack him, though. Cuts, scrapes, even three broken fingers.
The wounds sealed almost immediatly after they were inflicted, only to be opened again by another spirit. Logan's mind was nothing but pain now, pain and a slight sense of fear.
One ghost caught his eye. "Silverfox!" He called out desperately, futily attacking another spirit. "Help me!"
She stepped towards him, and the others dissipated. "Help you? You left me here to die, Logan."
"I didn't." He said, panting and looking at her hopefully. "I didn't, Silverfox."
"You left me to be raped and murdered by Victor Creed."
Logan flinched. "No, Silverfox. I didn't abandon you! I didn't know what I was doing!"
"You didn't?" She asked, walking towards him. She took his hand. The gentleness surprised him. "Liar!" She turned abruptly, throwing Logan into one of the trees nearby.
Logan flinched and hit the ground, any wounds healed, but the pain stayed. "Fox..."
"Logan, We loved each other! And you left me to be USED by him!"
He tried pushing himself up, but she sent a kick to the side of his head that sent him sprawling again. "Fox... If you're dead... Who was at the facility...?"
She shook her head. "Still stupid." She said, kicking him again. "Come on, Logan! Defend yourself."
He stood up slowly, quickly throwing a punch at her, and seeming surprised when it hit. She doubled back and kneed him in the side. He extended his claws, and pushed them towards her face, filled with a suddent anger to her. She grabbed his wrist, but he pushed them closer.
She bent his wrist, causing it to snap. She brought his arm behind his back, and kicked him in the back of the knee. His knee buckled, and she grabbed his neck, pulling him back so she could hold him there.
He felt the cold sting of a blade being pressed to his throat. "Logan." She said. He growled, trying to break free, but he couldn't. "You've failed all of us."
She brought the knife across quickly, and he felt the pain of his neck being cut, and he woke up.
It was morning. He brought a hand to his throat and thankfully found it whole. He felt three chains, though. He took them off and found his dogtags, that was normal. The others were also dogtags. He looked at the names.
"S. FOX."
"T. MCLEISH."
"Silverfox.." He thought, then thought about the other. "Thomas McLeish." The name of the silver haired soldier that had plagued him most of his life, who had stolen him and Silver Fox from their cabin to be used as lab rats.
He looked out the window, just as Thomas's image faded away.
The End (Of the chapter, you losers.)
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