I'M BACK! (ducks as angry fanpeople throw things at her, such as hand grenades and rubber chickens) WELL, HELLO TO YOU TOO! (ducks again as a sofa hurtles over her head)
I' haven't updated this in AGES! (angry mutterings heard from the fanpeople, along with sarcastic comments)
I'm sorry! But I've been busy with my very popular humor fic. But then Rhiannon UK actually reviewed a poem that only one person had bothered to review and reminded me that Silver Eyed still existed at the bottom of my profile! So I am back, thanks to Rhiannon UK (By the way, you'd better update this after I have coz you left Logan in a life-or – death situation and that's just unacceptable) AHEM! Moving on…
Moon of despair: I'm sorry I left out the little X's around your name but it was too complicated to work out. Agh! Don't kill the new Logan I gave you! He cost, like, 3 bucks! I feel so mean, it's been AGES since I last updated. Have you died of old age or something waiting? Lol, that would be funny. (chuckles to herself)
Blix Howlett: Yeah, well, no one likes Scott. He wears gay glasses. (hee hee) Here, have a chapter.
Nini the Electrocuted Sheep: (throws pizza at Blix) Here, have some (how ever many weeks since I've updated) old pizza! (pizza bounces on the ground) hmm…I wouldn't eat it if I were you. Yes, Rogue and Logan shall MEET (evil laughter) How shall she react?
cazycatluver: It just so happens I LIKE my single (' ') marks. So there. It's too friggin annoying pressing the 'shift' button at the same time you press the quotation marks!
Hottietom: Don't care who Tom is. He could be a camel for all I cared… (Is he? A camel, that is?) I haven't done ANYTHING to Logan (I don't know what the hell you're talking about, by the way) IT WASN'T ME! Tell the green chicken behind you that the pizza is many weeks old and bounces and he wouldn't want any. See Blix Howlett up there for an example. Bye!
Dog Tags: Hello! Cool name! That's the whole point of the story! NOTHING happens to Wolvie (more evil laughter) I am kidding. Or am I? No I am…but wait…anyhoo, I shall eat your red jelly cup and GO CRAZY! SJIFJDWIEOUJE JFGUSJEOW Q032985WJFD!
Wolfluver: Oh, you liked him better when he HAD a soul? Damn…nah, I like his eyes all silver and stuff. Adds to his…aura of big scary claw-man. I am updating so hold onto your dog tags!
Dory Shotgun: 'Sall right mate, I ain't hard-core either. I don't really do reviews either. What's Logan going to do/ What's wrong with who? Ooh that rhymes. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! (hee hee hee)
My PenName Is: Thank you and I am updating!
WolvieandSamwise: (grabs cookies and gobbles) (WandS approaches for story) Taluliaka: Grrr! MY COOKIES! WandS: But I just want the story and some pizza! Taluliaka: Well that's all right then! Catch! (throws both into air, WandS runs to catch it and falls down strategically placed hole) Taluliaka: hee hee hee ha ha ha…
Rhiannon UK: I kept on typing UL instead of UK just then. About 5 times. Thanks for reminding me this story is overdue! And you did it so well! As soon as I saw someone had actually REVIEWED my poem, I squealed and went right to it! (applauds braininess) Now UPDATE YOUR STORY OR I WILL EAT YOU!
Thanks for reviewing, everyone! Now, do it again! Again, I say!
Batman: 'To the title of the story, Robin!'
Silver Eyed
Disclaimer: Aghttet mushariannana uuugghirarati ttoomariaria uuggiboogie tooseth! Translation: Something akin to I don't own X-Men, I do believe. But how should I know? It's not like I understand that language or anything!
To the chapter! (runs off in the entirely wrong direction)
Chapter 4: Alone
Rogue sat quietly, gloved hands held to her mouth in mute horror, her large eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights, trying to absorb what she had just overheard. Professor Xavier and Scott had been loudly arguing in the corridor adjoining the rec room and Rogue, playing a board game with some of her friends, had heard it all. She had never heard Charles shout or even raise his voice before and Jubilee and she had grown huddled together as they listened to the harsh sounds shatter the usual peace.
'Damn it Charles, you know we can't tame him. I told you that when we first let him in. And now see what he's done to Ororo! He…'
Charles's voice cut sharply across Scott's, icy tone washing the corridors in sharp disapproval.
'Scott, it's not his fault. If it had been you, wouldn't you want a home, friends who wouldn't turn against you at the first sight of a fault in you? Would you have liked me to abandon you when you couldn't control your powers?'
Scott snarled. 'That's a completely different thing, Professor. I'm not a freak with metal claws and a freaking lust for blood! I'd go out and take him back to the military myself if I could! It's the place he belongs!'
Silence rang through the corridors, a terrible silence. Rogue and Jubilee hovered, torn between flight and curiosity to see how the confrontation would end. Rogue's eyes glimmered with tears. They were talking about Logan again. They had gone to rescue him from the military…but now, it seemed like they'd rather they had left him there. What was wrong?
Finally, Charles sighed. 'We'll continue this discussion later, Scott. I've tracked Logan to the Starlend Hotel, not too far from here. I tried to talk to him but he blocked me out.' He drew a worried hand across his furrowed brow. 'God knows he's had enough practice. Anyway, he's not moving anywhere now, so we'll give him space…'
Scott was already moving away down the corridor, tense and exhausted. 'Goodnight, Professor.'
'Goodnight Scott,' murmured Charles softly. He wheeled slowly and sadly away, his wheels silently gliding along the carpet. Across the hall, the two girls relaxed. They stared at the abandoned board game for a minute before Jubilee announced she was going to bed. Her friend nodded silently. After Jubilee had left the room, Rogue narrowed her eyes at the board, thinking for a second before seeming to make up her mind.
Rogue stood, grabbing her jacket and slipping out of the room.
Logan paced his room, on edge and furious with himself. Insane, murdering, bloodthirsty bastard…The hotel was small and inconspicuous, just right to rent for a tortured night of violent dreams and ripped bedsheets. But no sleep would come. The animal inside was restless, maddened by the innocent blood so violently denied to it. The animal kept pausing to reflect on the human female, the smell of her fear, the way she had spoken with the shrill note of terror shivering in her voice, the sight of her blood…No, stop it!
And then it would happen again. The agony, a sharp punch to the gut which drove him to his knees, the silver creeping across his eyes and then…the lust for blood. The lust that grew harder to combat as the night wore on and his resolve crumbled in exhaustion and despair, as the hundreds of beating hearts, the rushing blood, from the sleeping beings around him drove him mad. His claws ripped from his hands again and again, sending crimson rivulets snaking down his knuckles to drip onto the floor.
So tired, so tired. Can't stop it…can't…
The room was dark, silent. Thumping blood coming through the walls. Sleeping beings.
Oblivious.
Peaceful.
Victims.
Obstacles, carved from wood and the harsh smell of cement littered the room. A place where the scent of feathers rose. Fowl, flying, slow to take off, slow to run from the predator. No smell of life there though. Just the scent of soft down, spread hazardously across the square of patterned fabric. A window, through which flashing lights were shown. Darkness. Buildings looming all around. There was no forest, no wilderness, but it was full of prey. Scrambling about in short, pointless lives, scurrying about the streets, panicky, swift, their veins filled with gushing blood to spill.
Not aware of the predator that stalked the darkness, that watched them from the shadows. There would be no final scream, no signs to warn the mob that death followed them. A door, easily swung like the bark streamers from old trees, to grant him access to the open spaces beyond these walls.
Reaching for the doorknob, the feral paused, his liquid eyes brightening, as a quick knock came on the door. 'Logan? Logan, it's me. Open up!' The voice was cheery, young. The blood, he could hear it. Only a frame of flimsy wood separated them.
The tap came again, then the doorknob turned. To her surprise, it gave easily and she stepped in. The room was very dark and she had to squint hard to make out shapes. But it wasn't hard at all to see the pair of glowing eyes that watched her. A scraping movement came from the back of the room. She narrowed her eyes further, focusing on the silver orbs.
'Logan? Is that you?'
The feral watched. She stood, still holding the doorknob, making those sounds, not of fear, not yet, but of curiosity and of doubt. The blood thumped so loud in her veins.
He zeroed in on his prey, eyes focusing on her throat with such terrible, mind-numbing concentration it filtered all other things from his mind, except the need to attack, to kill. A soft snarl came from the darkness. 'Logan?' she whispered. Her heart was thumping and she felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck, the age-old reaction of the prey to the predator, of the command, the need to run. A sharp sound echoed through the room, like a knife being drawn slowly across a piece of silk. She had heard that sound before.
Normally, it filled her with a sense of protection, of hope. Now, it just filled her with blind terror.
Somewhere, deep inside the hunter's stalking of its prey, stirred the weak force that still connected the thread of humanity to the beast. The weak thread jerked in horror at the sight of who stood in front of the terror he had unleashed.
No…it can't be…
Marie…
And then the animal attacked.
Woohh! Talk about cliffies, people! See, now, Logan has absolutely no control over his animal side. What will he do to Rogue?
I like writing as the animalistic side of Logan. I tried to see as the animal might see the hotel room and I liked the result.
Whether you did is a different matter.
Please review! (I need more than 30 reviews if you Wolvie-lovers want to beat my most-reviewed story at the moment, Alter Ego) So come on and make everyone know that this is my most-loved story!
Until next time (which shall be sooner, I promise you, but ONLY after Rhiannon UK updates her or I refuse to update mine) HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Love Taluliaka