MISSING – CHAPTER 13
By : Wolvierogue/samjacklover
Authors note: As usual I don't own any of them except for Tremor (he's mine). I wish I did but I don't. I'M BACKKKKKK! Have been gone for a long time. Real life had intruded in the story BIG time. Thanks for everyone that kept reading and kept the story alive. I hope it was worth it.
Rated R for violence, torture, bad language and all the rest. a mention of suicide (As I said RL intruded in the story so I thought I would take it out here also)!
My thanks for my faithful followers of this story. Khaki, Jessyca and Kari Jo. I know that I have not written for a while but wanted to let you guys know that you were always in my thoughts. Hope this lives up to what you expect of it. But my greatest thanks is to my sister Carolyn who without being my friend and confidant I would never had started the story up again. She has read each chapter and given me her insights. (her favorite saying is "Hugh Jackman in leather, Oh YEAH!
CHAPTER 13 – THE DECISION
Wolverine was starting to come to. His healing factor had started kicking in to heal the wounds that had been inflicted by Rogue. And severe they were, mainly because he had not fought back and also at the time he really didn't care. He was still in shock (for a better word) that the woman that he loved was beating him to a pulp.
His body would heal itself but his mind would be another thing. It would take awhile longer if ever. As he lay there, his mind was having a war with itself. His mind could not come to terms with what had just transpired. The woman that he remembered was gone, he saw that now and believed it was forever. Part of his mind wanted to believe that he had saw some part of Rogue in those eyes, that she was in there somewhere just fighting to get out. But the other half popped up telling him to get fucking real. To cut his losses, to the get to the others, regroup to fight another day. He told this other half to shut the fuck up! He wanted to believe that there was still something of Rogue/Marie in that person and that he could still get to it if he tried. He did not want to believe that he had lost the woman that has become so much a part of his life forever. He wanted to take her in his arms, hold her, make passionate love to her and tell her that he loved her. That she meant the world to him and he would die for her.
Logan was not a stranger to loss. He lost his life completely over 16 years ago. He didn't remember anything before he found himself butt naked and roaming around in the snow. That was when Wolverine was born. That was when his life as a loner began, until he met the others and Rogue. When his life changed and he started to believe in things again. He did feel a spark of recognition when he looked at Tremor. It was not a pleasant feeling, what he felt when he looked at him was anger and hate. He vaguely remembered a woman from what he believed was his past. There was an accident and then nothing. He could never hold onto the visions. He had a feeling that this woman was something to that son of a bitch but all that he had to go on were flashes. Especially when the professor was trying to help him remember in one of their sessions. Now he felt that Tremor was trying to make him pay for something by taking away the only thing that mattered to Logan – Rogue. He would make damn sure that this Tremor dude understood that no body and Wolverine meant NO BODY ever touches anything that belonged to Wolverine. That he vowed. That is if he ever got out of this god-forsaken place.
Logan moved from his spot on the floor and propped himself up against the wall. He could feel his strength starting to return. Soon he was able to get up and move around the room, as far as the chain allowed that is. He pulled on the chain looking at it. He found what he thought was a weak link in the chain. He started working on it. He pulled and pulled on it, using all the strength that had returned. He could feel himself getting tired because he had not fully regenerated but he continued. He also kept watch on the camera and the door. He finally had a plan of attack and that felt good, he did not like to feel vulnerable, it was a strange emotion for him. Once he worked on the chain, he would start to work on that damn collar. His mind was made up, he would get the hell out of there and he would be taking Rogue with him. One way or the other. If he could not get her out of there and in her right mind then they both would not be getting out and neither would anyone else. If he could not get her out, he would not leave her again. He would not run like last time away from her and the love that he felt for her.. He would kill her himself, with his own hands, then he would join her. They would be together like they could not be in life and nothing could come between them ever again. He knew that with his healing ability it would be hard for him to die but he would find a way and it would be a way that would take them all with him but Rogue would be dead before then.
As he struggled with both his mind and the chain he could hear screams coming through the door from somewhere down the hall. As he stopped for a moment to let his sensitive hearing listen, he recognized the voice – it was Rogue. It was Marie! And she sounded in anguish. He growled and renewed his struggles with even more intensity. The link finally gave way under his assault and he was finally free of that damn chain and wall! He now had to get the damn collar off, but he didn't want to waste the time. He had to get out of the room and get to Marie! He heard the scream again but it was cut off this time. A growl formed deep in his throat. He reached up and tore the camera off the wall, smashing it against the wall with all the anger and fear he felt. He then went to the door trying to find a way out. Not even bothering with the collar, he could give a damn what they did to him. They had already hurt him the worst way they could have, they hurt Marie and for that they were all going to pay and pay dearly for it, with their lives. He was like an enraged caged animal trying to protect his mate.
Logan reached the door and unsheathed his claws, which was more painful than other times because he still was not up to full strength. Grabbing at any handhold he could fueled by anger, fear and love he tore the door completely off its hinges. As he threw the door in the hall, he heard the alarms go off. Aware that that they must have already saw him before he destroyed the camera. To hell with them, if anyone got in his way he would slice right through them like butter. He ignored the klaxons that were blaring as he sniffed the air searching for "her" scent. He picked up Rogue's scent with no problem but it was mixed with another scent that caused him to tense and a deep growl formed deep within his chest. Tremor was close by or even with Marie. His mind coming up with many thoughts as to what they were doing together. He could not help but remember the way Rogue/Marie had all but screwed Tremor right in front of him as he was being electrocuted in that damn warehouse. He could not stop his mind and his body from responding at what it was remembering. He just wish it was him in her arms with her body rubbing up against his body like she did with Tremor. 'Stop it you dumb ass' his mind screamed, 'it was not 'her' doing it. It was what they made her!' Rogue would never go willing to the other side especially with the likes of that bastard Tremor. He knew what his mind was telling him but he could still feel his heart breaking at the thought.
As his heart and mind was fighting the internal battle, Wolverine rounded a corner as the alarms continued to blare. As he went around the corner he was not paying as much attention as he should have, he ran right into some guards but before one of them could use the control to activate the collar around his neck Wolverine sliced straight through him, pinning the man against the wall. The guard dropped the control and looked at Logan with surprise, trying to say something but death proved to be too swift. Before one drop of blood could fall to the floor Logan picked up the guard and threw his dead body into the other guards knocking them all down in the process. One the of the bravest pushed himself up off the floor, grabbing the club from the fallen guard he rushed Wolverine, not realizing who or what he was dealing with. Wolverine didn't even hesitate a moment before ending the man's life with one sweep of his claws. As he said before, no one was going to stand in his way.
"Come on you bastards! You want to play, you want a piece of me? Come on!" Screamed Wolverine. "I'm ready to send you all to hell if that is what you want. If not get the hell out of my way, you really don't want to screw with me!" Wolverine stood for several minutes staring down the rest of the guards. As they looked at one another, one of the younger ones said to the others that if they wanted to go against this dude they were "totally fucked up" but for himself, they did not pay him enough. He turned and ran from the area and the other guards thought about it for a moment, looked at the fury in Wolverine's eyes and they all said 'fuck it' and left the area as fast as they could, leaving Wolverine to continue to whatever fate awaited him down the corridor.
Wolverine turned, wiping off the blood from his claws on his pants before sheathing them back again. Looking after the guards that turned tail and were fleeing, Wolverine thought to himself "wimps". He was feeling emotions that he thought he had locked up many years earlier when he had met Charles Xavier and the other X-Men. Now he was just itching to kill and destroy things. The animal in him was coming through.
He rounded the corner, Rogue's scent was stronger here than anywhere. He knew that she was near. He sniffed the air again, zeroing in on Rogue's unique scent. He just hoped he was in time this time around. As he came to the room where Rogue's scent came from he noticed something different with it as he stood there. He stopped and listened at the door that he was in front of. His senses heightened with anticipation. What he heard caused his blood to run cold and the anger inside to build.
"I think you gave her too much you dumb ass metal head!" yelled the voice that he recognized as Tremor's. "I wanted her alive and aware so that she could suffer along with that asshole Wolverine! Now you ruined everything!"
Wolverine unsheathed his claws and with a roar that came from his very soul he ripped off the door and rushed into the room. What he saw caused Wolverine to feel his life stop and his soul to scream – NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
TBC
Hope it was worth it. Don't worry I have the next chapter already started, so it won't be as long. Reviews are always welcome good or bad.
