(A/N) Hello hello hello... er, that was a little Count Olaf-ish... creepy. Anyways. This is the brand spanking new edited version of Unique Torture. This will officially be the third time I've edited it. I hope you enjoy the changes and bear with me while I fix up the whole story before moving on to it's sequal, Fireworks and White Tigers. Look for this signal:
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Blood was everywhere. He looked around and all he could see was that terrifying red. It was all over him, the snow, and the man laying on the ground before him. His lips curled into a snarl as he watched the Wolverine rise from the ground, crouching low to attack. The primal look in Wolverine's eyes should've tipped him off, but he was not paying attention enough. Pain shot through his mid section as Wolverine sunk his claws into his stomach, making more and more of that crimson stain bleed across him and the snow. He felt himself falling, falling far where he could not stand back up. His eyes widened as he saw the Wolverine leap at him again, clawing for his face...
Dezra Backdraft bolt up into a sitting position; cold sweat dripping down her body. Her breaths where coming in fast pants; she rubbed her face with sweaty palms and tried to wish away the nightmare. Taking a deep breath she went over that terrifying nightmare. Who were the men in her nightmare? They both looked unfamiliar. Dezra suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to get some fresh air. She lept out of her bed, pausing only at her closet to grab a body length coat to fight against the cold.
As she emerged outside she took long, deep breaths to calm her frenzied senses. Her nerves were frazzled and made her muscles jump sporadically. She could still taste the blood lust from her dream. She bit her tongue and tried to force away the unfamiliar and frightening sensation. She stood there for several long moments, just taking it all in and pushing down her fear. Feeling calmness once again claim her, she turned to go back inside. As her hand touched the door knob, she heard a deafening roar. Dezra's head snapped towards the sound, senses at full attention. She heard loud ripping noises and the screeching sound of an animal in horrendous pain and then... all was silent. Knowing something was terribly wrong, she headed towards the strange noises.
Dezra quickly and silently sped through the trees, leaping over logs and bushes. As she reached the small clearing where the noises came from, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her nightmare came flooding back in 3-D. Blood was everywhere, the snow was blanketed in the crimson stains. In the midst of it all, she saw two men. A large man with blonde, yet bloodied, hair lay on the ground, his stomach torn open. Dezra felt the disgusting need to puke as she gazed upon his wounds. Her sight was then drawn to the smaller man standing next to him; his dark black hair was coated in blood as well. Six sharp knives stuck out of his hands, dripping of the larger man's blood. She gave out a startled gasp at the frightening sight. The dark haired man turned quickly at the sound of her gasp and stared deep into her golden eyes. Suddenly, the smaller man ran towards the woods on the opposite side of the woods. She continued to stare after him even after he was long gone from her sight. Then, she turned back to the bleeding man on the ground. Dezra knew she couldn't leave the man to lay in the woods and bleed to death, so she approached him and began to asses his wounds.
She realized that there was a high potential that he could die if he remained in the cold, but she watched in shocked amazement as his wounds healed before her very eyes. She realized with a jolt that the injured man was a mutant. She spread her hyper consciousness out towards him, letting her senses envelop him in a wrap of heat. Dezra placed a hand on his bloodied blond hair and stroked a strand from his face. She wiped away a blood smear and made a silent promise to protect the man, regardless of personal cost.