Summary: Facing your fears alone is tough. When there's someone with you, well, that's a different story.
A/N: I've been wanting to do this two-part drabble for a while now, so I'm happy to finally get it out! You guys have no idea how hard this was to word for me. The first time I wrote this (in a notebook, at 2:30 in the morning, in my bed, in very dim light) I ended up with 166 words...so I pretty much had to re-word the entire thing to end up with 100. It's harder than it sounds...trust me. Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy part one! Please review!
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Chapter 9 -
Fears - Part 1
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Blood. Three blades stuck through Marie's chest. Six penetrated Jean's abdomen. A single claw pierced the heart of the last woman Logan thought he'd see in his dreams.
"Lo-gan…" his name shivered on her lips.
Her eyes were wide, pleading, "Hurts…stop…Logan…"
"Logan!" Ororo's urgent whisper jolted him upright.
Sitting on his bed, Ororo was looking very concerned. Very unafraid. But, how is she he--
-- No, he killed her, she's dead.
Sensing his distress, Ororo wrapped her arms around his sweat-slicked back.
"I'm here, Logan…I'm here…"
I always have been.