These characters don't belong to me. Only Amelie, Calypso, and any other character that you don't recognize.
It quickly turned cold in the cages. The onslaught of winter loomed above everyone's heads, and a deep depression sank into all of the residence's bones. Winter in the cages was no spring picnic. In fact, most were lucky to make it through the winter with only one toe cut off. Frostbite, hypothermia, and death were common in the cages during the season.
No one knew that better then Logan. Around the change of seasons, he began to steal more and more bandages, just to use as a barrier between his limbs and the bitter cold. Sure, he could heal himself from things like nuclear bombs to spike pits, but nobody liked being cold. Amelie, who would often hide things under dress and in her hair, made this task much easier. Her return was literally like Christmas for the trio: wrapping bandages, paper, pencils, darning needles, and things of that nature.
One day, Amelie came back with a foxish grin on her face.
"Yer in a good mood." He peered over his book (from what little English Amelie could read, she noted that the lettering said: Walden) as Amelie was pushed into the cage. Calypso had curled up in Logan's lap, and was now fast asleep.
"I have a surprise for you, Logan." She giggled, walking to the back, and settling next to him.
"A surprise? Oh, well, ya do know how much I love surprises." He sat up and stretched, his bones cracking loudly. Logan winced as a sharp pain ran up his back, and he sat back again. The experiments of the day, while not being invasive, had been a hassle indeed! He had had the Sisyphean task of running with what seemed like a boulder on his back for nearly four hours. By the end he was so tired that he'd flopped down on the cage floor, and fell asleep next to the already dozing Calypso (Amele had been taken for her own experiments earlier that day, and Calypso had been sleeping in the cage on her own, all day)
"Well, I hope you like these!"
From under her skirt, Amelie pulled out two cigarettes and a lighter. She held them out to Logan, who just stared at them.
"Go on then, they're not poison!" She dumped the prizes in his limp hand. He gapped at them in utter shock and held them close to his eyes. Could it be? Real cigarettes? Surely, this was just a cruel joke, right?
"What's the matter? Don't…Don't you like them?" Amelie sounded crestfallen. Her ears fell limply down the sides of her head.
"No, no, Darlin's, It's…God, this is…" He couldn't form words that could express that rare fountain of joy that sprung inside him.
So instead of using words, he threw an arm around her, and pulled her into his chest, inhaling the intoxicating sent of her hair. Amelie giggled like a schoolgirl, her cheeks flushing. Her ears popped back up ("Like popcorn" Logan thought humorously)
"So, you do like it?" She asked when he released his hold.
"'Course darlin'! Hadn't had a smoke since…Jesus! I can't even 'member when! But, how're we gonna explain the smell to Hitler out there?" He motioned to the door, where the supposedly German guard sat all night.
"Oh, don't worry about that." She waved her hand dismissively "It cost me a fortune, but I paid him off. Besides, he smokes outside the door. No one'll be able to tell the difference."
"What'd you give him?"
The crevices in her face seemed to deepen. Amelie smiled sadly, and then cocked her head to the side, closing her eyes, and widening her smile.
"It's not important."
Logan wasn't an idiot. He dropped the subject.
On Sunday's, the subjects were granted a chance to stretch their legs in a little courtyard in the Lab. Perhaps it was a way for the scientists to sleep easier at night; to prove to themselves that they weren't the monsters they really were.
Logan patted his front pocket, insuring that the two cigarettes were still there. He'd decided not to smoke them that night, and as the girls slept, formulated a plan in his head. Logan was not one to let his debts go unpaid, even if it was something as miniscule as this.
A man stood in the corner of the yard, with a small group around him. The subjects look around warily, watching the guards with narrowed eyes. When Logan approached, however, they began to shuffle away. Logan was well known for his violent temper; even the brain-dead patients knew not to piss him off.
Even with all of his money, no one could prevent Lex Luthor's confinement to the camps. But, even though the place was worse then hell, he was able to keep himself rather comfortable in one simple way: business. And him being a non-mutant, well, that helped greatly. He had friends in every lab across the United States; he had power over nearly every subject…all except for one.
And the one he didn't have power over was headed straight his way. Of course, he was terrified. Who wouldn't be when the Great Wolverine was headed right for you, with a look of utter seriousness on his face? But instead of cowering, he pulled himself up, stood as tall as he could, and smiled.
"Ah, Logan! What a surprise to see you here!" He chuckled lightheartedly. Logan didn't smile back.
"Look, Lex…I gotta proposition for yeh."
In a totally different courtyard, Amelie held Clapyso close to her breast, and walked warily around. The women of the laboratories went through a daily cycle of harassment, testing, and rape in the cages by not only the guards, but by test subjects that had been induced with a hormone increaser. Often, women would form into little bunches of three or four, and those who didn't find a group were left to wonder about aimlessly. Amelie had learned early on: every subject was dangerous. Thus, she never let Calypso leave her arms. He poor girl had nearly been kidnapped in the camps by a mad, grieving mother who confused the little pup for her own lttle girl. Needless to say, they had to clean the courtyard of the stray pieces of flesh and blood for the rest of the day.
A young girl, maybe not even 16, suddenly fell to her knees, and began to sob. Her hair was an unnatural magenta and shined like the sun. Her eyes were all green, the pigment not stopping at her irises but coating the whites of her eyes, and the pupils as well. The young girl's skin, which looked as if it were once an bright orange, now started to look more and more grey.
Amelie approached her and gently pulled her to a bench to calm her down. The girl sobbed against her breast.
"Why am I here, I have not done anything wrong!" She wailed.
"I know, honey. None of us have."
As she looked around, she felt more and more sick. The ages ranged so greatly, there was no medium for them all. Some on the women were very elderly and could barely walk on their own. On the other hand, there were young girls here that looked way to old for their age. Girls maybe 12, 13 years of age had grey hair and wrinkled faces.
Amelie buried her head in the young girl's hair, and sighed. She never thought she'd think it…but humans were a disgusting race.
As they returned to the cages in a neat, single-file line, Amelie's eye fell upon a woman that stumbled in the back. Her hair was a deep vermilion, and her skin was like the deepest ocean's blue. The woman looked as if she could barely walk.
It wasn't a surprise when she fell face forward onto the cold steel ground. A female guard stood over her, and screamed obscenities, and began to beat her with the back of her gun.
"Hey. Hey, cut it out!"
Amelie ran over to the fallen woman, and pushed the guard away. She knelt, and placed a firm hand on the blue woman, who gurgled at the touch and coughed up blood. Calypso whimpered, and clutched her mother's breast.
The guard stumbled back, an incredulous look on her face.
"What the fuck do you think your doing, freak?!" She screamed, and raised the butt of her gun to strike the wolf.
She didn't notice the brilliant flash of blue that looped itself around her neck and yanked. The female guard was tossed against a wall and her body left a deep imprint. There was a strange yelp from the guard as she hit the wall, and then a loud crack!
The guard fell to ground and flopped like a rag doll. Other guards ran to her side, shouting directions, screaming curses. The female guard's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and blood began to pool from her mouth. Her spine had all but shattered, and the limp remains of her body lay twitching on the floor.
Amelie watched quietly and then helped the blue-skinned woman up and back into the line as they continued their caravan to the cages. The blue-skinned woman said nothing and Amelie barely winced as the blue flame that has engulfed her left hand sunk back into her skin as if it had never been.
Amelie and the blue-skinned woman walked down the quiet corridors to the cages that were set apart from the kennels. The two were the last ones to be dropped off, and just like Amelie, the blue-skinned woman lived in the separated cages. Amelie was honestly surprised; the woman seemed too frail to be able to cause any major damage.
The guard (a man with salt-and-pepper hair and crisp blue eyes) stopped them at a steel door. He opened the cage door, and the blue-skinned woman stumbled forward. Amelie looked beyond her…
An animal was pacing the floor: a giant cat with two ivory fang-like-tusks growing downward out of its mouth. Its fur was a blinding golden color with flecks of brown in spots, and seemed to shimmer in the low light of the cage.
The cat turned when the door opened and growled deeply in its throat, it's eyes two hot coals that simmered on the face of the wild beast. The blue-skinned woman slowly walked in, dropped to her knees, and threw her arms around the animal. The cat sat back on its haunches, and placed a paw around the woman's body, in a seeming "Animal" hug.
The guard closed the door and locked it. He beckoned Amelie to follow.
"Guten Abend, Herr Soldier." [Good evening, Mr. Soldier] She said quietly, bowing her head slightly.
"Guten Abend, Frau Amelie. Wie sind sie heute abend?"[Good Evening, Miss Amelie. How are you this evening?]
"Besser, jetzt, dass ich meine Beine gestreckt. Ich danke Ihnen nochmals für die Zigaretten, waren sie ziemlich behandeln." [Better, now that I've stretched my legs. I must thank you again for the cigarettes; they were quite a treat].
"Nun, Sie zahlen ganz gut für sie. Sie müssen mir sagen, wo Sie lehnte sich so gut Deutsch. Niemand in diesem Land scheint es zu wissen." [well, you paid quite well for them. You must tell me where you've leaned such good German. No one in this country seems to know it]. He smiked.
"Natürlich, solider, aber ein anderes Mal vielleicht. Gute Nacht." [Of course, solider, but another time, perhaps. Good night.]
"Gute Nacht, Frau Amelie." He opened her cell door, and closed it soundly behind her.
Logan was fast asleep when she entered. So, after placing the snoozing Calypso on his chest (he never seemed to mind), she curled up next to him, and went to sleep.
Of course, Logan was wide-awake when Amelie tiptoed into the cage and fell asleep next to him. After decades of tracking/hunting/living in the wild, he had become an extremely light sleeper.
Amelie apparently wasn't. Within a few seconds, she was snoozing quietly, and he had a chance to actually get a good look at her. She looked as emaciated as ever (shockingly, long work and little food actually did make you skinny!) and twice as weary. Her fur drooped on her skeletal frame and was starting to become a dull grey. He turned to his side, with bent arm holding up his weary head. The girl was quite an oddity. But something about her presence was just so…comforting, was that the word? He didn't know. He wasn't a poet.
She slept like it was difficult. Amelie's face was a roving production of facial expressions, each more comical then the last. Logan enjoyed watching; knowing full well how perverted that sounded. It had nothing to do with perversion…it was just that he hadn't slept next to a warm body in so long he couldn't help but watch. And wonder…
Calypso hiccupped in her sleep, and turned over, her claws digging into his chest. It didn't bother him at all; the pup's claws were too dull to do any real damage. Logan chuckled, and pulled the pup closer to him, and slipped his hand under Amelie, holding her close. He could almost…almost remember when life had been this easy…
No, not easy…life was never easy. Not now, not ever. Well, at least not in Logan's memory.
And then, he began to remember.
He could remember that once he was married.
She was a beautiful Japanese girl, with soft eyes, and gentle features. He was in love, and they married, and they were going to have a child together.
Now she was dead, and his son…well, he didn't much like to think about it.
Besides…it was too late to think like that.
In the Labs, no one really knew when it was morning and when it was night. It was just assumed that when the guards threw food in the cages, the sun had at least risen to some extent. Of course, it varied greatly. Sometimes the guards would throw the food in early, sometimes exactly on time, and sometimes horribly late. It really did depend on the mood of the guards and the urgency of the day.
But Logan didn't wake because the guard had thrown in a pile that look, smelt, and tasted like dog food. This time, he woke because the guards were attempting to pull Amelie from his grasp.
He snarled at first, a basic warning: "Get you paws off of my girl." But he kept his eyes closed, and his arm around her. Perhaps this was just a dream?
They paused at first, and mumbled to one another.
"Dude, this isn't a good idea."
What the hell is wrong with you Jenkins? She killed Jenny."
"Look man, you may wanna live in denial, but Jenny was asking for it."
"What the fuck did you say?!"
"I'm new here, and even I know not to mess with this one. She's got these…these freaky powers, or something. Plus, your messin' with his girl, he ain't gonna like that much."
"You got the taser, right?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Then shut your damn mouth, and help me out"
"Okay…"
The two began again, gently pulling her from his grasp. All the while, Amelie stayed in a deep slumber, whimpering every second or so.
Logan snarled again, and this time, his eyes shot open. The two guards (they were both in their late teens, early twenties. High school dropouts, from the look at them.) froze in their places.
"Shit man…I told you, I fucking told you!" The shorter, fatter one sputtered.
"Shut up and taze him, douchebag!"
There was a zap, and then blinding pain. Logan was on his feet in seconds, roaring in fury. Calypso skittered across the room, her tail beneath her legs, and wailing in fright.
"What the hell!?" was all Amelie had time to say before a bolt of electricity hit her in the back. She screamed in pain, and bowled over, clutching the scorch mark on her shoulder.
More guards ran into the hall, all with guns ready. The fat guard continued to scream "I knew it, I knew it, we're screwed, we're so fucked!".
Logan impaled him with his claws first. The guard's voice was quite annoying.
Suddenly, it was death match. Guards jumped on him from all sides, each wielding their own bolt of electricity. He fought them off, but they continued to pile on. There were flashes of white, and more stabs of pain, and all he could do is roar and strike blindly. They tumbled out into the hall, giving them more space to fight. Blood splattered in all directions.
And soon, he wasn't the only one roaring. The second voice was more high-pitched and a little less gruff.
There was a flash of blue light, and a guard began to scream in agony. The flash of heat was enough to pause the fight.
Writhing at her feet was a guard that seemed alit with a blue flame. It engulfed his body in seconds, until all that was left of him was bones.
They all looked up at Amelie, who was watching with cold eyes at the smoldering remains. She looked up and snarled, blue flames now engulfing her hands.
"So…who's next?"
She screamed, and rushed into the fury, cutting guards with her blue flamed claws. Logan was close after with his own admantium-covered claws.
The fight was like a light show. Flashes of blue and white light everywhere, splatters of blood and flying body parts Calypso hid in the corner, but still shouted enragement.
"Go get 'em, Mommy!!" She cheered, daring to get closer to the battle. A guard was thrown against the back wall of the cage. His head turned in her direction, and he grabbed her forearm in a bone-crushing grip. Calypso screamed, and beat his arm with her tiny fists.
The guard laughed cruelly.
"MOMMY!" She screamed, as the guard lifted her up, and raised his gun to shoot the pup. Amelie turned, and gasped.
"Calypso, NO- AHHH!!" A taser hit her square in the back. Suddenly, the electrifying bullet spread into ropes that binded her. She fell forward and howled in agony as the electricity pulsed through her body.
"Mommy, help!!" Calypso squirmed in the man's grip.
Logan turned, hearing the screaming, just as the man's head exploded.
Just like that, exploded into a million pieces. Bits of skull and brain matter splattered around the room. Amelie roared, and struggled against the bonds.
"CALYPSO!" She screeched, just as another taser flew into the room and wrapped itself around the blood-soaked child. Logan had never heard such a pitiful scream, but when the taser hit the little girl, she let out a cry that would make the most hardened of criminals tear.
And, then all he saw was red.
"What!?"
Logan's eyes shot open. They danced in his head and his mind throbbed. The smell of blood stained his nose and he winced when he inhaled again.
All three were laddended on uncomfortable cots. Amelie and Calypso had oxygen masks on their faces and IV's stuck in their arms. Logan let out a brief sight of relief: They were in the infirmary, a so-called "safe haven" for the test subjects.
A doctor was looking over Logan, scribbling down on his clipboard.
"Your awake, eh? Welcome back." The man had messy brown hair, small-framed glasses and aged blue eyes.
"Joh…Jonathan…"
Logan looked back to Amelie, who was weakly raising her hand. The doctor (who Logan assumed was named Jonathan) hurried to her side, and quietly talked to her, adjusting her bed sheets and messing with her IV.
"I haven't introduced myself yet." The doctor turned, and extended a calloused hand.
"Dr. Jonathan Crane. I'm the main doctor here."
"Yeah…Logan." He grumbled, his eyelids starting to act funny. One began to close, while the other stayed open and trembled.
"I've never seen you here before. I'm not surprised, however. Your healing power overloaded today, and it's going to take a few days of recovery to get back in sinc."
Logan didn't say anything. He just rested back against the bed, and squeezed his eyes shut. He was beginning to see double and to made his head hurt.
"Need a painkiller?"
He nodded slowly, and gently grasped the cup that Crane had handed him. Three pills slid around in it, and he swallowed them whole, the phlegm in his throat easing them down.
He blacked out.
"So, doctor, what've they got yeh in here fer? 'N how d'ya know Amelie? "
Logan sat cross-legged atop the cot's covers. He dangled a piece of string to Calypso, who reached up from her comfortable spot in Logan's lap, lazily attempting to grab said string.
Crane was checking Amelie's vitals again. Of the three, she was the last to wake up, and they waited anxiously for her return to the land of the living.
"I'm surprised you don't know…" he muttered, checking her pulse against the infirmary's clock. It was hours behind, saying that it was actually 1 in the morning, despite it being at least near 5 in the afternoon.
"I'm sure you've heard of me before…does "The Scarecrow" ring any bells?" He turned, and leaned against Amelie's bedpost, crossing his thin arm's across his chest. His body was obviously emaciated, his bones poking through the pale skin.
Logan thought carefully, pulling the string higher in the air. Calypso groaned, and reached up higher.
"Come ta think of it, I do 'member hearin' something about some "Scarecrow" in…Gotham City, or sometin' like that."
"Yeah…" Crane blew a stray piece of hair from his face and coughed into his fist.
At first, Logan didn't understand. Then, it hit him like a rock. He raised his eyebrows, and nodde slowly, chuckling.
"So…didn't know we were in the presence of a "Great Super Villain"!" he feigned surprise.
"How's that workin' for yeh?"
Crane snorted, and looked back to Amelie.
"It's working just fantastically, you overgrown sheepdog." The thin man snapped back. Logan pretended to be hurt.
"Still don't answer my second question, though." Logan leaned back and continued to play with Calypso. The little girl yawned, and curled up in his lap, quickly falling asleep.
"Well…I met her when I was first starting collage at Gotham. She was a student there, and the only person that didn't treat me like an outcast. Maybe because she was one too…either way, when she came back to Gotham, she…helped me get back on track…" He looked back to the bed, and gently rearranged the hair on her face. Suddenly, he winced and shook his head, sadly placing a hand on her cheek. Logan leaned as far as he could, but still couldn't see what Crane was wincing at.
He noticed. "She still hasn't shown you, has she?"
"Shown me what, bub?" Logan growled.
Crane said nothing. He just sighed, and squeezed the bridge of his nose.
"It isn't my place to say. She's the one that needs to tell you…but…" He stood, and walked to the next room, where his other patients lay.
"Those bastard's are going to hell for what they've done to her."
"When's mommy gonna wake up?"
It was the third night in the infirmary, and Amelie still hadn't woken. Logan had gone from calm, to worried, to anxious, to downright…he pursed his lips, and finally admitted it…
He was scared.
The entire day, he sat by her bed, his hand clasping her tiny paws. He stared at that one spot, the side of her face that was thinly covered with hair. Normally, her scarf would have hidden the spot, as only her eyes were visible behind the thick, burlap-like fabric. But now, he was able to see everything.
Well, almost everything.
"I dunno, honey…" He gently lifted the girl up, and gently placed her in his lap as he flopped on the cot, one leg curled around her, the other hanging off the side of the bed.
"I wish I did, but.." He sighed, scratching the back of her head.
"What's wrong with her? Doesn't she wanna come back?" Calypso looked over to the sleeping form.
"I'm sure she does, pup. But…ah, well, here's the thing." He looked down at the pup, watching her eyes closely. "Sometimes…sometimes, when a person gets hurt, they go to sleep, right?"
Calypso nodded.
"Well, with some people, it takes longer fer them teh recover then others…Her body's gotta fix it's system before it let's her wake up."
"Like a computer!" Calypso declared, her smile as wide as her face.
"Yeah, that's right, like a com-what's wrong?"
Within seconds, Calypso had crumpled, and was now wailing bitterly.
"Calypso, what's wrong?! 'R you sick, what-" He was now on the side of the bed, knelling so that he could look at her at eye level.
"No, I'm fine." She sniffled, wiping away fat tears. "But, I want mommy! I'm scared, I want mommy!" a fresh wave a tears started again.
Logan couldn't help but smile. He gathered the little girl in his arms, and held her close as she cried, gently stroking her hair, and easing her fears away. He walked around the room, cradling the little girl, and whispering sweet words. Children had a certain effect on him, especially ones with little fuzzy ears, and pink noses, and fluffy tails that often got fluffy enough to spark electricity.
Calypso had a calming effect on his frayed nerves, and he loved her.
"You wanna hear a story?"
She looked up and nodded slowly, sniffling.
He sat back on the bed, and crossed his legs, looking to the grey ceiling.
"Okay…here we go." He gave a great sigh, and began quite simply.
"One upon a time, when I was a lot younger, I met this beautiful woman by the name of Mariko…and I loved her, and even though she's not with me anymore, I still remember her, and love her to this day…well, it all started like this…"
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
She was finally asleep. Resting in his arms, Calypso sucked on her thumb, and breathed as soft as a spring rain
He watched her sleep and smiled. Gently, he kissed the top of her head, like a father would kiss his own daughter, and tucked her into the scratchy linins.
"Don't think I didn't see that, Mr. Sensitive."
Logan looked over to the second bed. Amelie's eye (her visible one) stared at him through half closed lids. She smiled weakly, and raised a hand in a slow wave.
"How you doin'?" she joked, her hand flopping back down near her.
"Good. Better now that yer back…how was the other side?"
She chuckled. "Boring as usual. But very pretty…I'll have to take you there someday."
"Hopefully not to soon."
"Yeah…"
They sat in a comfterble silence.
"obrigado" she whispered.
"What?" Logan cocked an eyebrow.
"Thank you." She said louder.
"Oh…fer what?"
"Calypso…"
"You were…?"
"Yeah. That's the funny thing about us…I can always hear here, no matter what." She gave a gentle shrug.
"…heh."
"What?"
"Nothing."
It was quiet once again. Amelie groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. Then she gasped and threw a hand against her covered eye, as if expecting the hair to be pushed back.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
She sat up on her elbows, and stared at him, seemingly shocked.
"Huh?!"
"I. Didn't. Look. What, you want me to do this in sign language?"
She just stared, shocked. Then, she lay back against the cot, trying to make sense of the situation. Then she sat back up, and looked at him, with a face Logan couldn't read.
"Why…Why'd you do that?" She whispered. Logan raised his eyebrows. Obviously, he was confused: didn't women like their privacy?
"Well, I assumed-"
"No, no, no, you're not understanding me!" She waved a hand dismissively, and sat all the way up, wincing as her ribs howled in pain.
"You didn't look…I was in a coma, and you didn't take that chance to see what they did to…" She looked down at her hands as they wrung together.
"You didn't look at my eye?"
"Course not. Ain't my place." He said simply. He'd known that something had happened to her eyes even since she stepped foot in his cage; it was as plana s day! He could see a bit of a scar peaking lower then her scarf could cover. But he never said anything about it, despite his curiosity nearly getting the best of him at times. He knew what it was like to have someone invade his deepest scars. He wasn't going to do that to anyone else…especially to her.
Amelie was flabbergasted. She blushed a deep crimson (despite what Logan had originally speculated, one really could see a wolf blush through all that fur) and began to toy with the ends of her hair.
"Thank you…for not…" She bit her lip.
"Don't mention it."
They stayed in the infirmary for the next day, enjoying the serenity of the little paradise. By the mid morning, Amelie could get up and walk around for a few seconds, before beginning to stumble, in which Logan would gently grasp her arm and lead her back to her bed.
It wasn't very eventful. A man came in with a swollen eyeball that gushed a sickly pink fluid, and a young girl hobbled in with a foot twisted in the wrong direction, but other then that, it seem as if it were another normal day in the infirmary.
"So, tell me, Jonathan…" Amelie said while chewing minotonetly on her lunch (today was chicken soup day: everyone in the facility awaited Chicken Soup Wednesday with baited breath, as the chicken soup in the Labs was downright superb. The rumor was that there was a world-class chef that was transferred to the Labs that often would cook for the soldiers, but that was as far as Amelie knew)
"How did you get transferred here? I thought you were shacking with Bruce!"
Jonathan sighed, and nudged a stray piece of chicken breast that floated in the stock.
"I don't know. One day I got a letter that they needed to check my blood again, and the next I was sent here!" He motioned around the infirmary with thin arms.
"Does Bruce know?"
Jonathan laughed. "Probably not. One of the guards told me that they sent him a "handwritten" letter saying that I was going to be away for a while."
When Amelie's eyebrow's shot up, he nodded and looked back to his soup.
"Yes, that's what they've started telling the "Pure" part of the population."
That Sunday they were transferred to a new cell. It was slightly bigger, with a tiny, hand-sized window that let in a little light. The German guard welcomed Amelie back kindly, tipping his hat to her and the little girl.
It was almost like going into a new home. The girls ran round and round the larger cage, feeling every crook and cranny. Logan laughed: it 's amazing what would make people happy. What free people took for granted, those who had been confined in the clutches of the cages celebrated when there was a little hunk of meet in the clear broth they were usually given.
Amelie kissed him gently when they came to take the trio to the courtyard. It wasn't anything very special: just a little peck. But it still had Logan floating all the way to the courtyard.
"Ah, Logan, how good to see you!" Lex said, his mouth curled into a sinister smile. "Your package came in."
He pushed the brown-papered parcel package towards him. It was tiny: barely the size of Logan's hand. He grasped it tightly, and nodded.
"Thanks, Lex."
"Anything to keep a customer happy."
Amelie was in the cage before him. She looked up, and smiled, her eyes shining. Logan grinned, and met her with open arms. They hugged briefly and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, just as gently as before.
"I gotta surprise fer you two."
"Really? Well, you know how much I love surprises!" She smiled. Amelie had decided to forgo to the scarf, saying it made her look too old. Now, her long hair ran down her back (Just like Logan, her hair grew quickly and wildly. There was no shaving it off) Still, her scarred eye was still covered with the bark colored hair. It didn't matter though: she looked beautiful without it.
"Then, I hope you like these" he handed the parcel to her. She took it, her face expressing her amused confusion. Calypso clung to the edge of her skirt and looked up, trying to see what was in the package.
Amelie cocked an eyebrow at him, smiling gently, and pulled the string off the package. The brown paper fell to the floor, along with the rough string that held it together.
She gasped, holding up two scarfs. Tears came to her eyes and began to leak down the sides of her cheeks. Calypso squealed in delight, jumping up and clapping her hands together. Amelie whirled around and leapt into Logan's arms, kissing his face.
"My god! Oh, god sent these scarves through you Logan, you wonderful man!!" She wailed. Logan chuckled, hugging her back.
Dinner that evening was better then usual. For one thing, the girls were much, much warmer. On top of that, a little sausage came with the daily broth and bread. They cut it up and shared.
That night, as Calypso slept, Logan and Amelie talked. Just the regular chit-chat of bedmates (well, under the current circumstances, floormates)
Then, Logan fell quiet. And then he laughed.
"What?" Amelie giggle.
"Oh, it's nothing…it's just…" He gently placed his thumb under her chin, closely looking at her face. She wasn't amazingly beautiful. But, there was just something about the wolf, maybe her supple lips, maybe her mischievous grin, maybe her eyes that shone like the moon.
"I was right…you really are a looker 'neath that thing."
She blushed.
Her eyes shone, big, golden, mysterious…he saw the moon in them.
Hope you all enjoyed :)
Yeah, I decided that I was going to throw a few more fandoms in the mix. Anyone wanna suggest any to me, I would love to hear them! We've got a few fandoms already planned, but I could always use some more!
Johnathan Crane, Lex Luthor, and the third one (I'll let you all debate who that one is ;D ) belong to DC Comics.
Logan and the blue-skinned woman (Give it a guess ladies and gents) belong to Marvel
Amelie Gabriel and Calypso Gabriel belong to me, Whistler (aka Spiritlobo, Aka Nacodalupine)
Anyone who wants to draw a cover for this, I would greatly appreciate it!
Ciao!
Soundtrack:
Main theme: Sleeping with Ghosts~ Placebo
Bedtime story:
"Young Folks" ~Peter, Bjorn, and John
"Hong Kong", ~Gorillaz
"I couldn't love you more" ~Sade.
The Gift:
"Turn off the light" ~Nelly Furtado
Eyes like the Moon
"Optimistic" ~ Radiohead
