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Just a little warning, mature content ahead.
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Chapter 6: See What You've Done?
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"Good morning Rogue." Dr. McCoy said entering the infirmary and standing above me as ah sat on one of the cots. Storm had left only a few minutes before. Her words still stung as they replayed in my mind. Had ah made the right choice? Logan was my best friend, but it wasn't like Storm had said forever. Perhaps a brake from him would be for the better, ah had reacted pretty badly over a silly photo of Jean. My mind needed a rest from Logan.
"Something on your mind?" McCoy asked as he carefully unwrapped the bandage around my neck.
"Oh... A couple of things..."
"Would you like to talk about it? Your cut is looking much better by the way." He dabbed some clear gel on my cut began to put a new bandage on, one not as thick as the other.
"Well,... My powers have been a bit different since the cure has worn off."
"In what ways dear?" He sat down next me.
"Um... Well, ... ah can sorta control 'em when ah wanna, if ah concentrate hard enough. But before ah took the cure ah could absorb a mutant's powers when ah touched 'em and could use them only for a short while." My southern accent was kickin' in, he could tell what ah was sayin' had been botherin' me. Ah took a slow breath and tried to calm myself.
"Yes, of course."
"Well, when ah woke up after the wreck ah had absorbed Wolverine's healin' mutation from touching him, and ah used it on him to help him heal himself faster. But ... when ah tried to use it on myself nothing happened." "Have you used his healing ability on yourself before?"
"Yes..."
"Hmm..."
"Also, ah had only touched him for a minute and his mutation stayed with me a lot longer than it usually does."
"Well, first let me congratulate you on learning to control your mutation." He winked at me and ah couldn't help but grin.
"And now I'm going to do a couple more tests on you Rogue if you don't mind." He pulled over a tray with several needles and other things I didn't know what were. "No, ah don't."
He stuck a needle in my arm to draw blood. Ah became a bit queasy watching the dark red fill up the glass tube.
"I have an idea of what may be happening to you." He said taking my attention off of the needle.
"Yeah?"
"How many other mutants have you touched besides Wolverine and Magneto?" Ah shuddered and felt a tiny pain in the back of my head as the Eric in my brain heard his name. Ah figured Dr. McCoy along with every other mutant with hearing heard about the whole Liberty Island scan with Magneto, not many knew about the others who ah have touched. "The first person was a boy named Cody, than there was Bobby and John." How could ah forget? They all were floating around the back of my mind every day, every night. "Have you touched either of them more than once?"
"Umm... Perhaps Bobby, ah touched him twice with my bare skin." Ah shivered remembering how freezin' cold my lips were after we kissed.
"Did your mutation act anything like it has been now?"
"Actually, ah do think ah might have had his powers a little longer after the second time."
"How many times have you touched Wolverine?" His question made me blush for some reason, and he stuck another needle in my other arm. Ah didn't even flinch this time, I was begging to get used to prick and cool metal. "Sorry, this is the last one for now." He looked up at me with a comforting gaze.
"Ah've touched Loga... Wolverine four times." I found myself calling him by his real name.
"This may be a bit personal but I have to ask, have you ever killed someone using your mutation"
"N-no. No ah haven't."
"Let me go over your blood and I will have an answer for you."
"Really?"
"I do believe so, well..." He shook the glass tube in his large blue hands, " half an answer. I'm pretty positive about one thing, the other... I'm not too sure. You should go rest in your own bed for a while, you look a little worn down my dear."
"Thank you Dr. McCoy." Ah said wobbling over to the door.
"You are welcome to call me Beast, everyone else does."
"Nah, that name doesn't fit you very well shugah." He chuckled.
"All right, how does Hank sound?"
"Is that your real name?"
"Indeed it is." He adjusted his lab coat and began to fiddle with the supplies on the tray.
"Ah like that much better, Ah'll see you later than?"
"Come by sometime tomorrow afternoon."
Ah opened the door to leave and turned to smile at him. He has been kind to me, and most importantly he felt comfortable around me. I'm really startin' to like him, he's a very kind man.
"Bye Hank."
As ah slowly made my way towards my bedroom I scanned the hallways and outside the windows looking for Logan. Ah know I had told Storm ah'd stay away from him for awhile, but it was hard not to want to see him, even if ah wasn't able to talk to him, even if it was only a small stare through the window. Ah had secretly wished that what Storm had thought about us was true, that we really had an intimate relationship.
Ah wasn't sure why ah wanted this from Logan, and ah knew it would never happen, but thinking back over the past days I had really enjoyed flirting with him, teasing him. But soon my blush would fade and I would feel childish and embarrassed, knowing that he didn't feel the same way ah do about it. Ah had scared myself by the way I had reacted to Jean's photo, and felt very uncomfortable. Ah don't know why ah reacted the way ah did, but didn't want it to happen again. Ah was hoping being away from him for a while would drive these uncomfortable silly hopes away.
But would that be possible? He was still in my head. Tattooed onto my brain, etched into my mind. It wouldn't matter if ah never saw him again in my life, he'd still me with me. A part of me. Would this really help?
When ah reached my room ah hadn't spotted him and had a weird feeling that he wasn't in the mansion, or anywhere outside of it. Ah shrugged it off and went inside to rest my head. My room felt empty and old, ah hadn't been in it in a couple of days. My sheets were still a mess and my CD player was still on, the volume very low. Ah stopped it and took the CD out, it was hot from being played nonstop over the past couple of days. Ah breathed in vanilla from the many candles I had lit and looked up at the huge map I had framed and pinned to the wall. Normally ah would stand there and stare at it for a long time, deciding in my head which way ah would go when I left, but right now my brain was fried and all ah wanted to do was sleep.
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"Fuck!" I cursed as my CDs came crashing onto the floor of my truck. I had been leaning over the passenger seat rummaging through the glove box looking for one to listen to while trying to keep my eyes on the road, my cigar tucked in-between two fingers, when one had fallen causing all the others to tag along. Fucking glove box, fucking CDs. I left the others there and grabbed the one that had fallen first, anything would be a relief to listen to if it would block out my thoughts and cure the silence. I don't think I've thought this much in my whole life, and most them where about Marie. Well, she sure did name herself well, Rogue fits her perfectly, she was stealing my damn sanity.
When I shoved the CD into the new CD player the Professor had installed, I rolled my eyes and slammed my fist against the steering wheel causing my truck to swerve a bit. It was a Johnny Cash CD Marie had given me one night before I left the mansion. Shit, she's left her mark everywhere around me. Marked her fucking territory. Taking a long drag off of my cigar I calmed a bit and as the songs began to play I remembered the day she had given the CD to me.
I had already left the mansion with my duffle bag of clothes by my side and was about four hours out of New York when I started to get hungry. I pulled over and went through my bag looking for the beef jerky I had tossed in between a pair of boxers and shirt. But what I found was a card and a CD, the card was blank besides a few words written in her handwriting.
Something to listen to during your travels. Come back soon.
Marie.
That's what the card had said. I had no clue how she knew I liked Johnny Cash, hell I had no clue as to how she knew I was leaving or even how she got the CD in there without me noticing. There was no note in my bag this time telling me to come back, but I knew I would eventually. As much as I hated to admit it, I was an uncanny X-men. I had a life back there at that damned school, and I kinda liked it to. It was an easy and rewarding life, the only thing keeping me unhappy was myself. My past and heartbreak was what made me miserable, not the X-men or Marie. I need to stop blaming others for my misery and come to closure with myself that I am being childish for hanging onto the past the way I was. It was cowardly and un healthy, and I can't let something like that consume me and destroy my pride. I ain't got to go on Dr. Phil to figure it out, I just have to accept it. That's all.
I'm over reacting to what Storm and Marie talked about, if I had just waited and stayed I could have straightened things out. It's not like Marie to stay away from her friends for long, not me anyway, she was probably just tired and looking for an easy way out of the conversation when she agreed with Storm. What does Storm care anyway? If I loved Marie and wanted to be with her and fuck her in every damn room in the mansion I would and she'd live with it, hell she could join in if she wanted. She can't control other's lives because of morals and reputation. I sighed letting my anger vent and took another long drag from my cigar. I can't stay mad at Storm, she's only trying her best to keep the school the way Xavier had. I can't stay mad and confused over Marie either, after a few weeks in Canada I'll be back to my old self and she'll come running up to me with a hug as soon as I get home. It was still weird calling the mansion home, it was awkward for me to even think the word.
Imagining Marie greeting me at the tall wooden doors made me almost stop my truck and turn around. I tried not to let it get to me, the last time I thought of her waiting for me I actually did return. How could I leave behind the girl I came there with? Promised to protect? I told myself she'd be too busy messin' around with ice dick to even realize I was gone, but that didn't stop me either, I still turned around. I really got off on the thought of a beautiful young women stopping anything's she doing to greet me when she hears my bike pull up. I really get off on stunning Marie waiting for me in those tight little things she calls shorts.
But not this time, I haven't even gotten out of New York yet, I'll turn around in a couple of weeks, and I'll keep telling myself that everytime the thought of her makes me want to go back before the time is right. I need this, I need to get away. Hopefully the cold weather up there in Canada will freeze my brain cells so I can't think about her anymore. I pushed my foot down a little harder on the gas and with Marie on my mind, Johnny Cash in the CD player, and a cigar on my lips I continued down the path I had started on. Man I can't wait to get some good 'ol Canadian beer in me.
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My alarm clock read '3:12pm'. Ah had slept way over twenty-four hours and without a single nightmare. Ah haven't had one since the wreck, it was odd that they went away after that but ah was definitely enjoying it. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from my eyes ah limped to the bathroom to get decent.
Today I have to go visit Hank in the infirmary and then go see Storm who will tell me which class ah get to teach. Damn, ah really don't know how to teach very well, but we are short on teachers so ah can't really just mop around the mansion until the X-men have to go out on a mission.
After cleaning up ah rummaged through a small green box under my desk and found an envelope ah had hidden there. Ah opened it and counted four hundred and thirty dollars ah had saved up over the past year. Ah sighed knowing ah needed a job to be able to buy a car and fund my travels. Ah was starting to get anxious, it seemed like everyday I felt a stronger urge to leave, travel. Ah want to go to so many different places and ah feel like I'm wasting my time waitin' around here. Storm should just let me borrow the jet for a month or two, that would becool. Ah wonder how much it costs to fill that thing up.
Puttin' the green box back under my desk ah changed into some clean clothes and made my way down to the see Hank. Ah decided to take the long way there so ah could walk past Logan's room. Looking around me making sure no one saw ah leaned up against the door trying to see if ah could hear him. Ah didn't end up hearing anything, and once again I got the strange feeling that he wasn't anywhere near. Shruggin' it off once more, not that ah wouldn't be surprised that he left, ah just... don't want to admit to myself that there's a good possibilty that he could have run off again. Ah wish he's just take me with him, perhaps ah should hid in his trailer again.
Even if ah did run into him in the kitchen or something what would ah tell him if ah saw him anyway? Hey Logan Storm thinks we're fucking so ah can't hang out with you anymore, bye! He wouldn't care for that too much, but surely Storm spoke to him as well. Damn, I've got to go see her pretty soon, ah guess ah better hurry. Ah rushed as quickly as ah could with only the use of one leg to the infirmary.
My stomach was growling from lack of food but ah was too eager to wait any longer to see what Hank would say."Hank you in here?" Ah called out opening the door.
"I'll be right there Rogue, do get comfy." He called from behind the door to the next room and ah sat down on a cot lifting my casted leg up.
Shortly afterwards he opened the door and came in with a smile and stood by my side. He always seemed to be cheery and smilin.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Oh, ah'm all right, not lookin' forward to findin' out what class ah gotta teach."
"It won't be as bad as you imagine, I think you'll end up enjoying it."
"If you say so." He smirked. "So what did you find out?"
"Let's see... As too borrowing Wolverine's mutation longer than you normally do, I believe is because you've touched him the most. Looking into your mutant DNA I discovered that if you are to touch another mutant more than once you can absorb their powers for longer than usual. The more you touch the longer you can keep their mutation. So that's why you had Wolverine's power for so long. Now, I also discovered that if you were to kill someone with your mutation you can absorb their powers permanently." Ah gasped in shock.
"Ah'm glad you told me this, hopefully that will never happen."
"Of course, I'm here to help you the best I can."
"Ah appreciate ya. So did you find out why ah couldn't heal myself?"
"It seems that you can't use other's mutations on yourself when you absorb them because your skin won't allow it. Now mutants can still use their powers against you or for you, but you yourself can't use them on your own body. I'm having a little trouble figuring it out, I'm hoping to find another way around it if I can. Perhaps if you learn to control your powers fully you will be able to use other's mutations on your skin..."
"Okay... Makes sense." Ah looked at my un gloved hands, it was nice to not have to wear them again.
"I would like to see you control your power." He took off his plastic glove and held his hand out to me.
"Ah'm sorry, but---"
"Don't worry, as long as you don't pull too much from me I'll be fine." He said calmly. Ah gulped and reached my hand out to his.
Ah took his furry blue hand in mine and concentrated, telling myself not to take anything from him. "Good, you are holding it in perfectly. Now concentrate on using it."
"Are you sure?" Ah asked him.
"Yes, go ahead." Holding my breath ah told myself to go ahead and take a tiny bit of his life. He stayed calm as my hand own began to turn dark blue and his vains began to show. Ah could feel his heart beat begin to beat rapidly inside my head and could feel his pulse fade and yanked my hand away from his.
"A-are you okay?" Ah asked him feeling a bit dizzy from the tiny amount of life ah had stolen. Numbers and words from a health book he had just read ran through my thoughts but only for a second. He took a few breaths of air catching his breath.
"I'm fine dear. I must say though, your powers are a lot stronger than I had excepted." He rubbed his hand and blinked a few times.
"Ah'm sorry, ah shouldn't have done it."
"It's all right my dear, you controlled it very well. I would like to continue this another day."
"...All right." He stood up and blinked a couple more times and noticed my hand was fading into a light blue color.
"Looks like it's fading." He said.
"Too bad, ah kinda like it." He chuckled and made his way towards the other room.
"Come by sometime this week and let me know what class you're going to teach."
"Ah will, hope ya feel better shugah." Ah said standing up to leave, my stomach growled again and ah decided to visit the kitchen. Ah also had a strong urge to read a book.
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I stopped at a small bar a few hours outside New York for a quick drink and to rest a bit. The parking lot was pretty empty considering it was only five at night. I parked my truck and made my way inside. It looked like every other bar, dimly lit and full of cigarette smoke. In a weird way it reminded me of Marie. The dim lights reminded me of the night she and I fell a sleep in the Library, and the cigarette smoke reminded meof the night I found her smoking like a train wreck outside the mansion.
I sighed sitting at the bar and reaching for a cigar in my jacket. After a couple of minutes the bartender still hadn't shown up, and I really needed a beer."Is anyone here? I could really use a drink!" I growled to no one.
A women with blonde hair neatly stacked on top of her head stumbled out of the back room and over towards me.
"Sorry 'bout that. Kinda early to be drinkin' don't ya think?" She leaned on the counter in front of me so I could get a good view of cleavage.
"I'll have a Molsen." I mumbled. She stared at me for a moment looking me up and down and then turned around picking up several different beers reading the labels.
"Sorry hun, I don't usually run the bar." She leaned down, giving me a nice view of her ass this time in her short skirt. She turned to look at me for help and I pointed to a bottle on a shelf above her. She gave me a sexy grin, grabbed the bottle and slid it next to me, stopping right next to my hand. It seemed like every move she made was perfect and planned. "Do you want an opener?" She asked but then realized I had already opened it. Good 'ol adamantium. She blinked a couple of times and thenleaned back onto the counter.
"So what's your name?" She asked. I took a long swig almost finishing the bottle and then returned her sly grin.
"What's yours?" She pointed to her name tag barely noticeable next to her cleavage, it read 'Susan'.
"Logan."
"So Logan," She said my name slowly," can I get ya another?"
Over the next two hours I listened to her speak about meaningless shit and said a few words myself, both of us flirting back and forth until the seven o'clock crowd came barging in, half of them already drunk. A male bartender took her place and she began to wait tables. I sat there by myself drinking several more beers before heading off to the little boy's room. After I pissed I leaned over the sink and splashed water on my face, I would need to be leaving soon, my quick stop had turned into almost three hours. When I looked up I saw Marie's reflection in the mirror and spun around.
I was in the mist of yelling her name in surprise when I realized it was Susan, not Marie. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple of times, but it was still Susan, blonde with huge tits. I must have had more to drink than I thought.
"Who's Mar?" She asked leaning against the wall giving me that sexy look she used too much.
"Marie..."
"Oh, and who might she be?"
I didn't want to talk about Marie, I didn't even want to think or say her name. "Ya don't talk much do you?" She asked me as I started towards the door. I gave her a half assed smile and she grabbed my wrist and broughther face close to my own. "Meet me at the motel across the street, room 104." She whispered and then winked at me before swaying off.
Before leaving I turned and stared at the mirror I had seen Marie's reflection in. I wonder what she's doing right now. Does she even know I've gone?
Sitting outside the bar in my truck I fought with myself whether or not I should accept the offer Susan had proposed. After about fifteen minutes of asking myself 'why not?' I decided a good lay would be good for me, so I found myself searching through the hotel for room 104. I picked up Susan's cheap perfume on the second floor and it lead me to her room. Without knocking I opened the door, the room reeked of perfume andhair spray. I yearned for Marie's scent as the smell of the room burned my nose. I looked around, there was a decent sized bed and TV in the first room, and I assumed the second room was a bathroom consideringI could hear the shower running from it. I walked over and knocked on the door impatiently.
"How long you gonna be in there?" I asked.
"Logan, is that you?" She asked, her voice muffled by the water.
"Why, you expectin' someone else?" She giggled and I heard the water squeak off.
"I'm glad you stopped by, I'll be out in just a sec." I moaned, feeling like I was wasting my time being here, and sat down on the bed. It was very stiff compared to the beds at the mansion.
She came out in nothing put a towel and sat down beside me on the bed. Her huge tits glistening wet from the shower.
"What would you like me to do for you?" She whispered and slid her hand on my thigh, caressing it. "Whatever gets me off." I could feel the Wolverine inside me begin to wake. She started fiddling with my belt and I took her by the hand and placed her in front of me, she grinned liking how strong I was. I planned on wearin' her out, she won't be able to walk when I'm done with her, and I think she knows it. I watched as she began to take off my boots and pants, I tried not to make eye contact. I don't want to make love to her, I just want to fuck. Get off some built up stress and be on my way.
She slid her mouth over my cock and began sucking, not putting very much effort into it, I've had better blows. After a while of her sucking and rubbing on my cock I got bored with it and kneeled down on the floor and hovered over her, pushing her against the carpet. Her nipples were hard against my chest. She moaned and took my shirt off and examined me, liking what she saw. She started placing kisses on my chest.
"No." I growled and grabbed her by the wrist and flipped her over, her ass facing me. I pushed her back down and slid my myself inside her, her pussy gushing cum as I fucked her. I could feel her trying to turn around, to face me, but I just pushed her harder into the carpet, I didn't want to see her face, I was just fine with just her ass and back.
"D-damn, you're good." She muttered in between breaths. "You like it, don't you?" I pushed in deeper making her scream. Her legs began to shake, her pussy contracted and she came all that she had left. Already giving her what she wanted and getting bored with her I pulled out and shot my load on her back. When I came a memory of Marie leaning against the fountain with her hair flowing in it popped into my mind and I jerked away from Susan. She collapsed and breathed hard, giggling with pleasure.
What the fuck was that? Where did it come from, why did I remember that now? At a time like this?
I felt scared for my own sanity, usually I can't even think about whats in front of me when I'm letting a load loose, let alone think up a memory. And a memory of Marie? What the fuck is going on in my head? What's she doing to me?
I grabbed my pants off the floor and put them on, then started to searching for my shirt. Susan climbed onto the bed and watched me as I hunted and found it across the room.
"Leaving so soon?" She asked, fiddling with her hair.
"Yeah." I headed towards the door.
"You know where I work, stop by when you want to do this again!" She called out to me as I slammed the door behind me.
My confusion quickly turned to anger and I kicked a dent in the side of my truck before I got in. I can't go more than fucking three hours without thinking of ... her... This was getting ridiculous, what do I need to do to get her out of my head for even a little while?
I started up the truck and the Johnny Cash CD started to play. "Fuck!" I unleashed my claws and stabbed the player, yanking it out of the truck and tossing it through the passenger window, glass shattering and falling inside and out of the truck. I slammed my fists against the steering wheel several times, if my horn wasn't broken I would have woken up the whole damn city.
I pressed down on the gas, let my claws retreat, lit up a cigar, and sped down the highway trying to calm myself down. I couldn't admit to myself that I was scared, so I let it become anger. But I was scared, freighted that I was begging to feel things for... her ... that I didn't want nor need to feel. What did I want from her? What did I want to become of us? I'm perfectly content with our friendship. Right? I asked myself but I couldn't agree. I did want more from her, I don't know what or even why. I'm craving her and haunting myself with memories and thoughts of her and I've only been gone for a day. It's been normal for me to miss her every once in a while on my travels, but this ... this is too much. Why is this happening to me?
I don't remember how many days I've been driving since the night I fucked that waitress, but the air was getting colder and colder, invading my truck from the broken window. I guess I'm in Canada now, my mind is kinda fuzzy from no sleep, I don't remember what road I'm on, or where I'm headed. I do know that's fuckin' freezing and I need to make a stop and rent a room for the night. It wouldn't kill me to get my window fixed either. The road I was on was a long empty one, it would probably be another day before I reached any civilization.
It did take another day before I reached a small shit hole town. I pulled up to a hotel and paid for a room and rushed straight to the bed. My brain felt like it had melted I was so exhausted. I slept for an entire day, and when I woke up I went out for food. I ate and explored the town, the few folks outside in the cold were kind asking me how I long I planned to stay and if I needed anything just to ask. After spending a few days there I decided I would stay one week, have the mechanic down the street put in a new window in my truck, and just mop around this town until I'm ready to go back to the mansion.
On the forth day I was lying down having a hard time falling asleep when I began to think about Marie again. I had been lucky so far, blocking the thoughts of her out while I was awake, only dreaming about her at night. I didn't mind dreaming about her, it kept the nightmares at bay, but when I was awake I wanted to function but couldn't when thoughts of her overwhelmed me. Finally my guard had broken and they all came at me with vengeance. I started to miss her more than I ever have, my heart felt like someone was pushing hard against it. The pain moved from my heart to my stomach and I got very nausea. Clutching my stomach I ran to the bathroom to throw up, barely missing the sink I threw up everything I had eaten the past couple of days and slumped against the wall. Perhaps the emotions hitting all at once was too much for me. I spat into the sink, wiped my mouth and stumbled over to the bed. I reached for the tiny fridge not far from the bed and retrieved a beer.
Is she waiting for me back at the mansion? Does she miss me or even realize I am gone? I thought of the many nights I'd huddled up with her in my bed. Every time I craved to touch her, hold her again, I would take a swig of my beer, it was gone in a matter of minutes. I felt guilty too, I had promised to keep her safe but I can only keep breaking it if I'm not there. This was pathetic, I needed to come clean with myself. Confess what I want from her.
I thought of her reading maps in the Library, sleeping with her CD player on, going to lunch with her friends. I want to take her traveling, take her to all the places she wants to go, make love with her in the Library under the orange lights, tease her in front of her friends... I want to be with her. I've always wanted to, and now my feelings are making me crazy for waiting too long to admit it.
I blinked a couple of times and let my head fall in the palm of my head. I am in love with her. I am in love with Marie, the untouchable, beautiful Marie. How could a guy like me fall in love? I'm Wolverine, I don't fall in love. I'm an animal who doesn't deserve to love or be loved. A lost cause, that's all this love I have for her is. She would never feel the same way, she only sees me as a friend, I should be grateful with just her friendship. Not everyday someone befriends an animal like me.
Why did I even do this? It's pointless, I've confessed, but what do I do now? Leave right now, pick her up in my arms and tell her everything? It sounded nice, but like that would ever fucking happen. I thought of her smile, her brilliant green eyes, to soothe myself. I can't ruin our friendship if I tell her and she's doesn't want anything to do with me, she's the only one who understands me. What if she is waiting for me though? What if she misses me like I miss her? Maybe if I tell her I won't be haunted anymore... Fuck this is some confusing bullshit.
See what you've done? Rogue, Marie, whoever you are, you see what you've done to me? You're only making the animal inside me want more, soon I won't be able to stop myself. You've made me want you so badly, andhere I am only running away, sick in the head over you. "DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" Ah yelled out to her, even though it was obvious she wouldn't hear me. The beer bottle I was drinking rolled off the bed and hit the floor, my stomach flipped and ah held my head tightly in my hand.
I need to see her, be with her. The Wolverine inside begged for her and I couldn't resist, Wolverine gets whatever he wants. Even though I felt like shit I stood up and started packing my bags stumbling around the room. I was going to drive as fast as I could to her. Tell her what I just told myself and see what happens. My heat beat picked up and I smiled just thinking about seeing her again. I'm coming back for you Marie, please be waiting for me.
A strange squeaking sound interrupted my thoughts I traced the room with my eyes, started to get a bad vibe. My stomach turned and I held onto it and tried to keep from puking again. I examined the room and saw the keys to my truck start to hover in the air.
"What the fuck?" I said aloud. I sensed someone outside my window, my claws shot out from my knuckles and I turned around in attack mode. Who dared to fuck with me?
"Is that Adamantium I smell?"
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Tracy Chapman
The Promise
If you wait for me then I'll come for you
Although I've traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me, If you miss me once in awhile
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart
Remembering Your touch, Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
If you dream of me
like I dream of you
In a place that's warm and dark
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart
Remembering Your touch , Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you and I have desired
To see your face, your smile
To be with you wherever you are
Remembering Your touch ,Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
Please say you'll be waiting
Together again It would feel so good
to be In your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise
If it's one that you can keep
I vow to come for you
If you wait for me and say you'll hold
A place for me in your heart.