Tamazi: Yup, Logan is the best, lol. Well, certainly one of the best. I thought bringing him back to his old status of a killing machine would make an interesting story!

Dory Shotgun: I'm glad you liked it so much and rid the doubt from your mind. And even though Jason (Stryker's son) is dead, they still have some of the fluid left. Assume that Stryker saved it somewhere, rather than constantly took it from Jason. Drayson got access to this, as he did to Logan, when viewing Weapon X's files.

Blix: I know, it was a bugger to kill Artie, he is a sweet character with his little sticking-tongue-out thing. But I thought it would have a bigger impact if the first person Wolverine murdered was not an unknown, but the very boy he carried to the Jet from Alkali Lake, the very boy he said he would take his chances with as opposing to Stryker. It's gruesomely ironic.

Fanfiction Fanatic: Exactly, poor Logan. Even though he's just got on a brutal ravage of murder, you can't help but pity him. He does not know who or what he is anymore.

Chapter 11

The corridors held the after effects of the Wolverine's brutal rampage. Wherever the Wolverine had run, destruction had ensued. More dead bodies littered the corridor floors as Rogue ran down alone with panicked breaths. She leapt over a fallen picture frame, staggering around a slumped body as she continued to make her way towards the library. She was hoping so hard that she would not meet Logan. But inside, she felt it was going to be inevitable. She was making far too much noise to go unfounded.

However, she staggered to a frightened halt as she heard an angry growl from the corridor ahead, around the corner. Screams sounded. Rogue heard heavy running footsteps. He was coming onto her corridor!

Rogue only got a glimpse of the large hulking figure as she span from the middle of the corridor and leapt into the nearest doorway. She quickly turned as she entered the ground floor kitchen, and ever so quietly closed the door behind her, hoping he had not noticed her. Rogue quietly hurried down onto the floor, intending to hide herself behind the large breakfast bar in the centre of the kitchen, but to her surprise, someone else was there. It was a young girl whom Rogue faintly recognised from passing. She was hiding there as Rogue was intending to. She was sat curled up tightly, out of view from the door, trying to make herself as small as possible. When she saw Rogue, she looked rather relieved and quickly leant towards her in comfort; tears were trickling from her eyes.

Rogue raised a hand in a bid to reassure her but behind her she heard footsteps in the corridor. With a gasp she wrenched herself off the floor and hurried to the door. She quickly turned to pull a chair from the kitchen table and sharply jammed it under the door handle to keep it locked. She had worked very quietly however, and hoped that Logan had not heard her actions. She swiftly hurried back round the counter, slipping beside the girl "Hey, are you alright? What's wrong?"

The girl turned soft blue eyes up to Rogue, sniffing as she wiped tears from them, "I'm hiding.." she said in a soft unstable voice, "That bad man is going to get me."

Rogue shook her head gently, placing a gloved hand on the girls head, gently stroking along her blonde curls before she soothingly placed the arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to her covered form, "Logan's not a bad man," she whispered gently.

"No, but Wolverine is," said the girl is a soft fearful voice.

Just then, the door made a bang and the chair shuddered under the handle. Rogue gasped and held the girl tighter. She pressed her back against the wooden side of the breakfast island and listed out for the door behind them. It banged angrily again, as though somebody was striking it with utmost force. Rogue tilted her head slowly, keeping herself pushed back tightly. She slowly let her eyes dart to the side to watch the door from around the corner. "It's alright.." whispered Rogue hurriedly, squeezing the girl's shoulder gently, "We'll be alright."

Rogue gasped as the chair splintered and collapsed on the floor as the door was thrown back with a loud slam. She jerked her head back from around the corner, clutching the girl tighter than ever as she tried to sink to a smaller size in her fear.

The Wolverine stalked in slowly with dull footsteps. His large boots crunched down upon the chair remains and trod over them carelessly as he prowled into the kitchen. Rogue heard him sniff slowly. She flinched when she heard his claws hiss formidably as they exited his flesh. As the Wolverine walked slowly around one part of the breakfast bar, Rogue pulled the girl along the floor as they shuffled around to stay out of view. Wolverine came around the corner to see an empty space where they had been sat before. He made a low snarl and continued to circle the breakfast island. Rogue whimpered quietly and pulled herself and the girl desperately around the corner again, trying to keep out of sight.

The Wolverine exhaled a rumbling growl before he leapt across the breakfast bar, crockery and objects skidding off as he sailed across it and landed upon the other side, directly in front of Rogue and the young mutant. The little girl immediately screamed, tensing up before Rogue dashed to her feet and dragged the girl with her, clutching her tightly. A snarl was heard and Rogue felt a hand roughly grab her waist. Rogue released the girl.

"Go!" she cried, breaths heavy and panicked. The little girl stumbled across the broken chair as she scrambled out of the room in heaving tears. Rogue was wrenched back against the breakfast bar, slamming her down violently, rough hands pressing her down as the unrecognizable glare of the Wolverine burned down at her. Warmth and compassion was gone from his eyes. It was like staring at a stranger. The rugged features with the leather and denim attire were her only means of recognizing who the man was.

She shivered a little as she felt her back press down on the cool surface of the shining blue tiles. She wished to remove herself from them, but Wolverine was leering over her. She didn't want to move any closer to that snarling face. Her head throbbed from hitting the work surface, spurring sickness in her gut. She found her limbs unwilling to move, as if she had frozen solidly. She wanted to cry, but her tears could not fall. She wanted to scream but she seemed to have left her voice in her previous hiding place. He bent over her, one hand clamped upon her clothed neck, holding her down against the work surface. He raised his fist, three adamantium claws glinting.

To Rogue, they had never looked so dangerous.

Previous victim's blood dripped from them. The stench was foul. Rogue could feel the burn of vomit in her throat. The fist moved back to gain momentum for strike. They blurred as they came down in motion. Rogue's eyes widened as she screamed in desperation, "LOGAN!" Her eyes squeezed shut, last sight being the surly glare of the Wolverine as he watched indifferently to his violent murder.

But she did not feel the claws drive smoothly through her body. She did not feel agonising pain, or the spill of her warm blood. Terrified and shocked, she slowly peered up to him. Seeing his confused face. She gasped quietly as she saw the ends of his claws inches from her stomach. She could feel herself shaking under him, "Logan.. please.." she whispered, voice unsteady, "Snap out of this. This isn't you. Please.. please listen to me." Her breathing was becoming difficult. He held her too tightly.

His eyes flickered slowly as they stared down over her face, pale and tear streaked. He said nothing. After a few seconds, his fist tightened and snarl returned, eyes cold and hard. He readied to complete his blow.

"NO!" shrieked Rogue, writhing in the grip. He paused again, looking completely thrown off.

The grip left her neck and Rogue heaved in air as she lay back on the work surface, she desperately coughed, gasping quietly for her breath, still sobbing quietly. She looked up slowly, only seeming a black blur as Logan ran from the kitchen. She heard his hammering footsteps quieten the further he went. Rogue did not yet move off the top of the counter. She lay upon it, consoling herself as her tears fell. Her throat burned and head thrummed with pain. Logan was long gone. She could not hear any more destruction or running. In fact, the mansion had gone silent. Rogue continued to cry quietly to herself, not finding an end to her distraught feelings. She wanted to be happy. Relieved that Logan was alive. But Charles was right; he was not the Logan she remembered. He had changed; something or someone had changed him. And she hated it.

The door banged back as somebody ran in. Rogue did not bother to look; for something told her it was not Logan. She absently felt hands grab her, but she was staring at the ceiling in silence. The shock was arriving now. She was feeling numb. Her tears caused her to be glassy-eyed. Her fear caused her flesh to be eerily pale. Frantic hands held her, panicked breaths coming from her founder.

"Rogue! Rogue!" cried the voice, hands tugging on her clothes, pulling her off the work surface.

Rogue slowly looked to the mutant who was with her, dazed eyes recognising Scott. His face was drained and blood marked. He must have been helping the few survivors. When Rogue reacted to his presence, he looked instantly relieved, and held her tightly as he turned and departed from the kitchen, carrying her in his arms desperately. He ran to the lifts, heading to the lower floor.

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