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Geez, took your time getting to more than 30 reviews! Like 2 DAYS OR SOMETHING!
Well, I'm not feeling too well today AND I got no sleep last night AND I lent my Jesus Christ Superstar movie version (my second favourite musical) to ShadowGirl63 today so I don't even have THAT to comfort me in my distress…Hey does anyone else looove Jesus Christ Superstar? I am a HUGE fan of Judas. My mum introduced me to it. Now I know, like, every word to every song. Scary, eh?
And, as everyone falls asleep from boredom, we move on!
Rhiannon UK: EVEN though you didn't UPDATE, I am continuing. So you'd BETTER have something to show for it in the next 24 hours! So GET TO WORK or in your words: GET YOUR BUTT INTO GEAR AND UPDATE!
hottietom: Oh I see. THAT tom. Can't say I'm impressed though. I always did like Spiderman better than Superman. (evil laugh) Though I am a big fan of a song from the soundtrack of Smallville, 'It's not easy to be me' by David Grey. Great song. Bad show. Thanks for reviewing, although I do believe tom may look better as a camel.
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Now, on to the title:
Silver Eyed
And then the disclaimer:
Disclaimer: Blah, blah…me no own X-Men…blah blah…who cares…I'm not in the mood…leave me alone…STOP PESTERING ME! (blah blah)!
And the chapter:
Chapter 5: Hunt
Rogue skidded down the stairs, brown hair flying wildly. She slid and hit the hotel wall but ignored the sudden throb in her shoulder and kept running. Bursting out of the lobby, she raced off down the street. Everything converged into a great blur of blaring car horns, the yells of teenagers and the lights from headlights mingled with the cold blaze of streetlights above. Diving into an alleyway, Rogue curled herself into a tight ball and huddled behind a dumpster. The darkness was overpowering and for a moment she wondered what rapists and addicts might wander in alleyways at night. For a second her heart nearly stopped in horror but she quickly shoved those thoughts aside. She could protect herself after all. Being a mutant certainly had its advantages. Numb with disbelief, Rogue re-played the scene of the past few moments in her mind, frantically searching for some reason, some rational explanation. She found none.
The claws. They came so quickly, a thrusting punch with the force of an adamantium skeleton behind it, meant to crush her chest like a sponge and impale her like a gutted fish. Without thinking, Rogue reacted.
She tore off her gloves and grabbed the wicked weapons aimed at her heart. Her fingernails dug into his forearms savagely. Even as she felt the familiar draining sensation, she was greeted by a fierce rush of feral senses and fury that broke over her in a black wave. A shriek of fury came from the darkness and Logan broke free from her hands, retreating into the blackness of the room. Rogue stood still, unable to believe what she had just done, what Logan had tried to do. Then the pained snarls ripped from his throat tore Rogue out of her numb state and she turned and fled, slamming the door shut behind her.
Rogue twined her hands together to stop them from shaking. Any moment, he too would come out of the hotel, come looking for her. She could feel her teeth chattering with shock, her heart pounding with adrenaline. She sneaked a look around the dumpster towards the front of the ally. And there, like some figment from a nightmare stood Logan, claws unsheathed, eyes glowing silver. The mist that wreathed through the streets behind him bound itself around his figure, making him a half-silhouette, a half-dream in the night. But his eyes shone clear and bright, like the cold stars high above. He was staring right at her.
Rogue gasped and stumbled to her feet, moving slowly to the centre of the ally. There was no point cringing when he knew she was there. She tried to meet the blank silver gaze but dropped her eyes after a few horrifying seconds. She could see her death mapped out in those silver depths and it was brutal and dark. Gathering all her courage, she raised her eyes again and searched for some scrap of humanity in the monster that stood before her, some hint of hazel in the blank haze. But there was nothing. Then, suddenly, in her mind, came the most reassuring sound in the world. Charles Xavier's voice. 'Marie.'
Darkness. A long straight lane. No way for the prey to go now. Like a steep trap, closing about it. Led straight to its own death by its own foolish mind. Other lights and sounds. Blaring. Harsh to sensitive ears. Light, like a lab. Cold light, for operating, for pain. Shy away from the light. Bad memories spinning, spiraling. Shrieks in the darkness. Silver metal. And so much pain. Shivers rippled up the feral's back at the memories, at the helplessness that none who kill should feel. And the prey. Their hated language in his ears. Their weak limbs restraining, hurting. Kill them. Kill the prey.
Other prey are out there. Their hearts thump loudly, counting down the seconds until their death. But now for the female. Brave for one so small. Prey that does not cower, that does not hide and cry the cowards' death-knell when speared through the back. Prey that faces death. Prey that forces a biting pain through his body. That slowed down his blood. Made his heart seem sluggish, his vision darken. Sharp, biting pain. Like shards of glass. And for a minute, the feral had been dying. Every creature knows the slow whisper of death. Only fools fail to recognise their last breath. Prey that sucks the life from predators are courageous prey. But they seal their own fate with their defenses. The small female before him shall die. She fears her own death. She sees the death planned for her in his eyes and cannot accept it, lowers her eyes. She is weak and she will die.
Then a scrabbling, a poking in his head. A voice, speaking, cajoling. The prey's hated language. The feral snarled fiercely, trying to force the voice out of his head. The voice was calling his name. A name he did not remember. A name he did not have. The feral snarled again, sending the brunt of his rage exploding through his mind to batter the intruder. Then the voice retreated. Turn back towards the prey. She is talking again, making the grating sounds with the caroling note of fear. Fear rolls off her. Kill the prey now. Rip open the vein that holds the bubbling red life and watch it spill onto the cold stones. Watch the breaths shudder from her body. Attack. Kill. Now.
'Marie, he won't let me talk to him. I'm sending Ororo and Hank to pick you up. Try talking to him yourself. Keep away from Logan. Just relax and you'll be fine.'
Xavier's voice was so calm, so reassuring. Marie, however, felt her life beating as fragile as a bird in front of the animal that would crush it from her. Her voice came out shaky, tinged with fear no doubt that Logan could sense. 'Logan, please, don't you remember me? It's me, Rogue. Don't you remember, I hitchhiked in your car when I realised you were a mutant? And you didn't wear a seatbelt? And I told you to? Oh God, please…'
Rogue's voice broke. He was still watching her, his stance still the stance of a killer, his eyes still the eyes of an animal. He would kill her without ever knowing what he had done, without remorse, without mercy. She felt her courage leave her and she screamed mentally to her kind teacher, 'He's not listening!' Charles felt her panic and felt a stab of remorse. She was so young, so trusting. Being attacked by the person she had known the longest and felt safe with must have been a terrible mental blow.
Suddenly Rogue let a harsh gasp. Logan was standing right in front of her. He had moved so fast she had not even noticed. His eyes were harsh and empty as they stared at her and all six of his claws were embedded firmly in her chest and ribs. The pain was brutal at first as she looked up in numb disbelief into Logan's face, so much she wanted to scream, to cry. But then even the pain receded away. Rogue's head whirled, her vision graying out and then back in. In wonderment she put out both hands on his arms, slicked with the warmth of her own blood, knowing, somewhere far away, that it would save her life. Feeling the familiar tugging at his very life-force begin again, the feral let out an angry snarl and jerked his claws back out, leaving her wobbling slightly from the force of his backward thrust. Those cold, blank eyes were Rogue's entire world now, filling her head until there was no room for any more light or darkness, pain or emotion to come through and touch her.
The female swayed again, her hands clutching at the empty space where his arms had been. With withering contempt, he sheathed his claws and turned away from her, but had only walked a few strides when the agonizing pain took over again, bending him right to the ground in its force. Hazel floated back across his eyes, covering the blank silver with a terrible expression of pain and horror. He had just stabbed Marie, intentionally, actually enjoying the feel of her blood on his hands, his feral instincts thrilling to the satisfaction of the kill.
You evil, murdering, sadistic bastard! Cursing at himself using every colourful expression he had ever learned, Logan sprinted back to the girl's side. Marie was laying still, his trademark claws imprinted in scarlet on her top. Already blood soaked the ground around her. Dropping to the ground, he lifted her head slowly, feeling the life fade from her silent body. He held her to him silently, feeling the tugging at his life begin again and welcoming the pain. He deserved so much more. His eyes burned, hollow and full of a terrible self-control over the top of her head, drowning in emotions too horrible and helpless to name and yet, at the same time, feeling nothing at all. He had stabbed a kid for nothing more than the satisfaction of seeing their blood drip to the floor. Xavier was scrabbling in his mind again, questioning, curious and mortified. If anyone had felt Rogue's pain, it would have been Wheels.
There were voices, footsteps. He lifted his head, smelling their scent blowing towards them on the icy breeze, tinged with the breath of an approaching winter. Ororo and Hank, calling out questions to each other, to Chuck, calling out to Marie, who was stirring slightly on the ground behind him. Logan turned back towards her, watching as her eyes fluttered and opened, taking him in. Instantly, she recoiled from him, her breaths becoming fast and swift, her pupils widening desperately. Her fear hung in the air. Yet another blow to his swiftly shrinking trust in other people, so recently formed and to his conscience. She had every reason to be frightened of the monster in the shadows, the killer in the night. Turning away from the approaching X-Men, Logan moved off into the night, not even a footstep marking which way he had gone.
Marie sat up a little straighter. Logan had been looking at her with his terrible eyes, blank and dead. The only emotion in them seemed to be pain and he was good at masking pain. Always had been. What frightened Marie most, however, was not the lack of emotion in his eyes, their hollow look, the way they swept over her as if it hurt to see her, it was the colour. His eyes were hazel, not silver but they were just as dead, just as blank as they had been a minute ago. Dread swept over Rogue as she stood up, to call out, to chase after him or to run to Ororo and Hank, she didn't know.
But it was already too late. He was gone into the misty darkness of the streets, with only his silver eyed lust for blood for company. And who would help him now, after his attack on her? Who would take the time to tame an animal? Sirens wailed in the distance and Rogue had to blink hard to see past the watery orb of the tears pooling in her eyes and trickling down her face to mingle with the blood on the ground.
Sigh…that's not considered a cliffie is it? Nope, I didn't think so either.
Next chapter: THE HUMANS ARE AFTER LOGAN! Mohhahahahahaha!
And of course everyone hates Logan for stabbing Rogue AGAIN so they're not likely to come and help either…
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