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Author's notes: Thanks to Khaki, Jessyca, Faedyn, Kyrie and Mandi K. for all your support, friendship and patience. It means a lot to me. Sorry everyone for taking so long to continue this story. Had to take a reality break. BUT I'M BACK! Please everyone, continue your support.
Rated: R -- language, etc.
CHAPTER 10 -- BAGGING A WOLVERINE
A few days later ---
Logan gave out a frustrated growl. Things have not been going well.
A week ago they exhumed the body that they had thought was Rogue's. They discovered, to their relief, that it was not her. Just like he had told them, but they had to do things 'their' way. They then took the time to rebury the poor unknown girl in another grave in the cemetery.
Since then they have been actively searching for Marie. She was out there somewhere and he vowed he would find her NO matter what or he would die in the process. And when he found her, if she was harmed in anyway, he would kill those responsible.
He would then take her home. He would confess his love for her. He would make passionate love to her and make her his in every way. He would never leave her or let her go ever again. He would stay with her forever, if she would have him.
But nothing was to be found of her. All leads became dead ends, every trail grew colder and colder.
Scott and Jean were right now in the city tracking down a lead. Someone had seen a person that matched Rogue's description in a local bar.
That's a laugh. My Marie in a bar! thought Logan, forgetting where they had met the first time. But they had to check out every lead. Storm was in Canada checking out another lead but Logan knew that they would be either dead ends or the trails would be cold.
Logan got up from the desk that he was sitting at, picked up the chair and threw it against the wall. "God damn it! Where are you?" Logan yelled to no one in particular.
Just then, the professor came out of the chamber that housed the mutant finding machine called Cerebro. He had been in there for many hours the last few days.
"That's not going to help Logan. But I understand your frustration." Xavier said.
"So did you find anything?" Logan impatiently asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'm sorry Logan but, no I didn't find anything. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to sense her or even Magneto." Xavier said as he punched the arm of his chair.
"It's like they are blocking everything and I can't seem to get through." "I'm sorry, but I'm exhausted. I will try again later." Xavier said as he wheeled away, throwing over his shoulder, "Would you please check with the others and let me know if they have found anything out?"
Xavier stopped suddenly and turned his chair around and looked straight into Logan's eyes. "And Logan, we will find her. We will never stop looking. I promise you that. I failed both of you before but not again." Xavier turned without another word and left the room.
Logan looked angrily after the professor. Damn him and damn them all. he thought. He was going to go out in the field to look for Marie. They didn't want him in the field, fearing he would be too "aggressive" in his search. After long arguments and threats on both sides he "reluctantly" agreed to coordinate from the mansion, under one condition. If they found out anything, even the smallest thing, they would let him know immediately.
But being who he was, "The Wolverine", he lacked the patience to follow through on his promise. Looking around the room, he found his leather jacket, throwing it on as he left the room. Not worrying to leave a note or anything. He went to look for Marie, his own way. The "old fashioned" way and pity anyone or anything that gets in his way.
He didn't have to worry about sneaking out, no one was around that he had to worry about. Cyke, Jean and Storm were out checking their own leads. The kids were either in class or studying. And the professor was resting.
Logan had to stop thinking about what he was going to do, he knew the professor was resting but he wasn't taking any chances. He put the wall up in his mind that he had been practicing since he had first left. He didn't need anyone finding out what he was planning to do. He knew that they would try and either talk him out of it or stop him by any means. He knew that he was being irrational, but he didn't care. He couldn't just sit on his ass any longer. He had to find her.
As he left the mansion and got on 'his' bike, Logan looked back with a nagging feeling that he would never see his "home" again. He shook off the feeling and put the bike in gear. As he left the driveway and approached the gates, he spied a large figure lurking in the shadows of the trees. Logan continued but as he past the trees, he stopped the bike and hopped off. He quietly and efficiently came up on the figure.
**snick**
He released his claws. Logan was taking no chances this time. He wasn't able to protect his family and home the last time but he would be damned if he would let it happen again. As he approached the figure he smelled a scent that was vaguely familiar to him. He sniffed again, also smelling a scent that was unforgettable. The unmistakable scent of Rogue, mixed with the scent of Sabretooth! He had thought, like the rest of them, that Sabretooth was dead after being blown off the Statue of Liberty by laser-boy. But they had been wrong about everything else, why not this too.
He came up behind Sabretooth, who for all his cunning and strength, didn't even sense Logan coming. Something was wrong with that, but Logan didn't care.
Logan grabbed Sabretooth around the neck. He didn't stand a chance. Logan pinned him against the tree, putting his claws up against his throat.
"What the hell do you want here?" Logan said menacingly.
Before Sabretooth could answer, Logan pressed his advantage. "Where the hell is Rogue? If you or your friends have hurt her, I will personally kill all of you, one by one. Very painfully and very slowly." Logan said into the face of his hairy adversary.
Sabretooth looked like he was ready to rumble also but a vision of fear flashed momentarily across his face, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
"You had better rethink your options, you metal-head asshole. I have a few answers for you, but I'm no good to you dead. Or to your precious Rogue." Sabretooth added quickly. He noticed that Logan faltered a little, just a little.
Logan felt his resolve falter a little when Marie's name was brought up, but he recovered quickly. "What the hell do you mean? Where the hell is she?" Logan yelled. "You're going to tell me and tell me fast you bastard or I'll gut you where you stand."
"If you do that, you condemn that girl of yours to a hell you can't begin to imagine." "Do you really want to do that?" Sabretooth looked directly into Logan's eyes.
Logan retracted his claws but never released Sabretooth completely.
"Okay asshole, let's get going. You're coming with me to the mansion so that you can spill your so-called guilt riddled guts to the others. And by god, if you're wrong or messing with me, I will personally feed you to the fishes, piece by piece." "Do I make myself clear?" Logan left out a breath between clenched teeth.
"Sorry big fella, I didn't come all this way to spill my guts to a bunch of mutant rejects. What I have to say I say to you along and no one else, and not here. I have to show you where."
Logan thought for a moment, a little alarm bell going off in the back of his mind. But because of his fear for Rogue, he didn't listen to it. "You better not be fucking with me." Logan threatened.
"Move it. As much as I hate to do this, wait here. I have to go back and get a better vehicle. Both of us won't fit on my bike." "But you had better be here when I get back." Logan said menacing.
"Forget about that shit-for-wheels bike, I have a vehicle around the bend." Sabretooth shot back.
Why was I afraid he would say that? thought Logan to himself.
"Okay, but I'm warning you." He said aloud
Both of them walked the short distance to Sabretooth's waiting jeep. Logan realized that no one knew he had left or where he was going. But there wasn't time now. They traveled in silence for some time. All the while Logan kept thinking of Marie and seeing her again. He only prayed that he would be in time and that she was all right.
The jeep pulled off to the side, a little distance from a complex of buildings.
"Why the fuck have we stopped?" Logan growled.
"I told you, we have to be careful. If we go in there half-cocked they may panic and kill her or worse." Sabretooth cautioned.
"What do you mean by that? And why are you doing this, what is in it for you?" Logan asked.
"I don't have time to go into detail, I'll tell you everything later." Sabretooth said. "Let's get going. Do you want to see her again or not?" he added.
They left the jeep and jogged the short distance to the complex. If Logan had been thinking clearly, he would have noticed how easy things seemed. They encountered no one soul. There was no resistance at all, but he only had one thing on his mind, Rogue.
As they cleared the fence and the woods surrounding the building, Sabretooth told Logan to take the point and that he would watch their backs. Logan never thought twice. All his training and instincts were forgotten.
As they entered the building, he "smelled" her right away. He could tell her scent anywhere. He saw her on the other side of the vast room.
His heart leaped and then stopped. Standing next to Rogue was a specter from his recent past. Someone he had not seen for 10 years, when he had 'killed' him over a woman. Now he was standing next to Marie! But she was his and no one else's.
Logan stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around and he noticed that Sabretooth had disappeared. Figures, when the going gets tough, the tough runs like a coward Logan thought to himself.
Hey there Wolvie sugar." The "new" Rogue called to Logan. "Why don't you come on over and say hi?" "I want you to meet my new friend and lover." She said as she slithered seductively up against Tremor, who put an arm around Rogue's lower waist.
"Yea Wolverine. Come on over. Long time no see bud, but as you can see I've upped my standards in whores." Tremor taunted Logan. "Too bad you weren't up for the job of taming this filly. What a ride!"
Tremor and Rogue both knew that they had not had sex but the anger and hurt in Logan's eyes was more than worth the lie. Rogue was not in control. She knew that there was something dangerous about the man she stood with but also something exciting. All she knew in her messed up mind was that Logan had rejected her, had abandoned her and had hurt her in the worst possible way. All she knew was hurt and a thirst for revenge.
Logan's heart was breaking. He couldn't believe his eyes or ears. Here was his sweet, innocent Marie rubbing up against that son-of-a-bitch, like a common whore. What has happened to her? What have they done to her? he thought to himself. Out loud he yelled, "Rogue get the hell away from him. Run and get out of here!"
He started running towards her, releasing his claws as he did so. "My god Rogue. Run! Go on, get the hell out of here! Why are you still standing there? "
He stopped running, he was in the middle of the room, a short distance from them. "What is wrong with you Rogue? What have they done to you?" he asked.
When he got no reply, he tried again. "Please Marie, it's me. It's Logan. I've come for ya." He pleaded. And for the Wolverine to plead for anything was a miracle. But all he knew was that he had to get through to her.
He noticed that a flicker of something like fear showed briefly on her face but it was quickly replaced by the cold look of before. She moved even closer to Tremor.
What Logan didn't notice was that on the floor where he was standing was a large metal plate hooked up to wires.
He started to go forward but stopped suddenly. He had finally noticed that Rogue was holding what looked like an orange box, but it was too late. He felt the most excruciating pain. Logan fell to his knees. His metal filled body convulsed in pain. He tasted blood as he bit down on his tongue. He wondered if this is what death felt like. He looked over at Rogue and held out his hand, reaching for her.
His last vision before the blackness claimed him was his Marie and the evil smile that was spreading across her face, the face that he loved. The last sound was her laughter.
His last thought was again for Rogue, forgive me Marie, I was too late
His head hit the floor with a loud thud as the blackness claim him………………..
TBC
**well, was it worth the waiting??? I hope so. It won't be so long for the next chapter. That is if you guys all want another one or should I leave it end here??????**
