Title: Somebody Help Me
Author:
Ashnan Etana
Summary: Fighting The Wolverine.
Disclaimer: I don't own
them. If I did… sigh …Oh, the things I could do with a
certain Cajun and a growly butt-kicker. Makes my skin tingle just
thinking about it.
Rating: G
Archive: I would be thrilled
if anyone wanted to archive any of my work. Take it. Just let me know
where I can find it.
Feedback: Yes, please. It always helps
to know what others think, even if it's bad. But be supportive;
don't flame just to be cruel.
Author's Note: Song is
"Somebody Help Me" by We 3 Kings, performed by Full Blown
Rose
I'm being haunted by
a whisper
A chill comes over me
I've been trapped inside this
moment
I'm not a victim, I'm not a freak
I am the best at what I do. What is it that I do? I fight.
I fight The Wolverine. He fights who I allow him to. He fights like the weapon that he was created to be. He was Weapon X. Now, he is Weapon X-Men.
I fight to control
the animal inside me. I fight myself. It's a fight that I can't
win forever.
Free me
Before I slip away
Heal
me
Wake me from this day
Can somebody help me
Everyone looks to me to save them, so I allow The Wolverine to surface. I keep him under my control. It is a fight that I fear I will lose soon.
The Wolverine heals. The Wolverine kills. The Wolverine does not feel. The Wolverine does the things that need to be done but that no one else has the conviction to do. They keep their hands clean. The Wolverine dirties mine. The Wolverine will save them from tainting their souls.
Who will save
me?
I've seen the face of my affliction of my
reality
I'm being tortured by the future of things that are yet to
be
I'm being hunted by a vision it's like the morning never
comes
I feel the burden of confusion always searching . . . on the
run
I search for my past. I secretly pray I never find the answers. It's the search that keeps me sane, keeps The Wolverine at bay. I see the future before me. The Wolverine will win in the end, of that I am certain. I am so tired. I could end this battle sooner and allow myself to rest. I could give The Wolverine control now.
Who will save me?
Now I'm not a hero . . . no
But the weight of the world's on my
soul
These images burn in my eyes
They're burning me up inside
The Wolverine continues to do what must be done. He does so without guilt. He allows the others to look at themselves in the mirror. I cannot avoid my own reflection; it's there in their eyes, clouded with disdain. They don't understand what it costs me when The Wolverine saves them. Contempt is my reward.
My soul desperately cries out two words like a mantra.
Save me!
