The Logan Chronicles

Chapter Two

Hey guys! I'm back! This is the next part of my little Fable…

Rogue and Logan were sitting in the main living room watching TV. Rogue had just gotten back from a mission in the Arctic and she was snuggled up and lying with her head on Logan's chest and under a blanket. He had his arm around her, trying to warm her up. They were watching the Simpsons Christmas Special.

Logan was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt and a navy X-Men fleece, with the trademark X in a circle in baby blue. In his right hand he held a bottle of beer. Rogue was wearing her pyjamas with little blue and red hearts on them.

Ororo walked through the double doors into the dark room that was lit by only the flashing of the television. The walls that were panelled with dark oak changed colour with the flashes.

She stood for a minute and watched the TV. Homer was trying to fix the aerial on his TV but his Santa hat kept falling over his eyes, so he stuck his finger on a frayed wire and got electrocuted. She shook her head wondering how people think it up and how other people find it entertaining.

She walked further in and stood at the end of the sofa. Rogue turned her head slightly. "Hi Storm" she said not paying much attention. Logan just nodded his head and they both went back to watching the TV.

"Have your healing powers come back yet?" asked Ororo not concerned at all.

"Not completely. It's been a few days and they still haven't healed my stomach," he said and grimaced as Rogue moved, going to sleep leaning on another apparently unhealed wound.

"Well it will take time but they should have been back by now," said Ororo with a little concern this time.

Logan only grunted in reply. It was late he was moody and she didn't want to push the matter too much. He took a swig of beer and grinned as Homer strangled Bart because he made a prank call to Mo: "Hello is Oliver there?" "Oliver who" "Oliver cloths off" "A hold on I'll check is there an Oliver here come guys is there an Oliver cloths off? Hey why you little…"

Rogue got up to go the bathroom sleepily. She heard a smash and an ouf and a scream. Then gun fire and slashing and more ouf's and crashes. She ran into the living room and saw lots of black figures-men dressed in black on the floor the rest were clumped around a figure. Some holding him (obviously Logan) down on the ground and the rest were pointing guns-rifles at him, and one had a large syringe full of green liquid and was injecting it into his neck.

Then they jumped back. Logan slowly got up and they all looked horrified. Then he started massacring them they shot at him and one hit him but that was all she saw she was off getting help. Someone must have heard that racket.

Ororo ran in there were a group of men. But that was an understatement there were about twenty of them, not counting the ones on the ground that had obviously had a rather nasty death by Logan's claws. There were about ten on the ground, dead or mortally wounded.

The ones that were standing were all crowded around Logan, the majority of them holding him down. There was blood pouring out of him at all angles. Another man was putting a syringe full of blue liquid into Logan's neck. He was struggling a lot and not making it easy for them. That would be Logan.

Ororo took this scene in, in a few seconds. Then she ran in to the room after hearing footsteps running behind her. She summoned the weather, the wind and the rain, hail and sleet. The wind blew the window out and the rain and the hail flew in. Some of the men fell over some looked up but the rest carried on as if nothing had happened.

Cyclops/Scott ran in the door behind her followed by Rogue and Jean. They soon got to work with their powers except for Rogue who ran off to get more help.

She ran through the corridors in the staff level knocking on all the doors, trying to wake everyone up. Screaming and shouting that they were being attacked again and to get down to the living room to help Logan.

When she had a reasonable amount up and running downstairs she went back down herself.

By the time she got down there Logan was gone and the place was a mess with tables overturned and the floor flooded with rainwater and melting hailstones.

She ran over to Storm, trying not to step on any broken glass in her bare feet. She just looked at her not needing to ask the question. Not again…

Logan woke up in a simple metal cell. Magneto sat across from him in a chair smiling.

Logan sat up. "What do you want," he asked

"Finally you get it right. This time it is about you," said Magneto with a laugh and getting up. He walked around the edge of the room slowly kicking his feet on the ground. He raised his hand and looked at it.

Then he put his hand out in front of him and using his powers pulled apart the metal in Logan's hands and all through his body.

"William Striker is alive and is on his way down here" Magneto said, as Logan rolled around in pain on the floor.

Magneto released him and Logan gulped down the air.