This took a little longer than expected and is the shortest chapter so far, but I have valid reasons for this. Now, normally I wouldn't say anything more, but this story is priceless.
I love animals and everybody knows that. So a friend of mine told me her sister, who has a bunch of bunnies, was looking for someone to take one of her males. He was fighting with all the other males and tried to jump all the females, which already touched something inside me :P anyway, I go there to look at the little guy and what can I say. He's brown, has mutton chops and this wild hair on top of his head. And this woman says "Looks like Logan likes you". I'm still laughing^^ Turns out they have their bunnies named after the X-Men, they have Cyclops, Storm, Jean.. you get it. Now he's living with us and my initial plan was to get a girl, name her Rogue and let them have many many babies, but somehow my husband doesn't like the idea much :P
Anyway. On with the honor roll everyone-thank you for still reading this story and special thanks go to:
cherish15 don't you tempt me :P I think Logan has to drink very hard liquor straight for hours on end just to be drunk enough to be unable to walk for ten, fifteen minutes-the downside of healing relatively fast, Comik-cake thank you for making me happy once again and I thought I want to be on the other end of the cliffhanger business for once^^, 1sweetmoment I'm glad you liked it and that I could surprise you, there will be more Rogan down the road (of course :P), seargentlambchop I twisted as best as I could^^, rockout1 thank you :D, hobbitsdoitbetter of course I can, just wanted to show you how I feel ALL THE TIME :P, serena001 keeping you from homework and now you were running late too, I'm on a roll, eh? And... Merry Christmas :P, OceanFae thank you for being one of the surprised ones^^ also, Canada wouldn't allow her to wear something that provokes such thoughts, I'm with him on that. If not, it's at least an awesome country to live in^^, Glykera prepare to find out a little more of his thoughts, though... not so much more LOL
Get ready, here we go. I still do not own Marvel, Disney, ot the X-Men. Though I can legally say I do own Logan. He lives in my garden and loves celery and carrots. And all his toys. And he comes to me when I call him and lets me pet him. Aw. You should see his nose wiggle :P
So, I admit it. I kind of avoided her a little bit after that. I didn't call ot visit and I was sort of always busy when she called. I seem to have developed a new sense that sets off the alarm a little before she call. That and she has a pattern-she seems to get up around eleven most days and calls me. Then around four in the afternoon and at seven. I bet if she wasn't afraid to look too desperate she'd call after she gets home from the bar, too. Because that's a time she might even catch me at the mansion, if I don't visit a bar that's guaranteed to be kid-free.
It's just that I'm angry at her. Not so much for getting herself pregnant by some lowlife that apparently didn't feel like taking care of his kid. Well, that's part of it, but it can happen. What really pisses me off is the fact that she had the kid but apparently gave him away. The woman's words keep repeating in my head, over and over.
"I told you before Jamie, because she can't take care of you the way she needs to."
That always makes me want to smash something. And I gave in to that need on a few occasions. Inanimate objects, mostly. Except for that one guy at the bar who decided to smash a bottle over my head for reasons I can't remember. Oh and the rest of his gang. Hells Angels aren't what they used to be, really.
What kind of mother can't take care of her kid?
That brings up images and I can tell you, I sure as hell didn't think Marie would be anything like any of these women.
Which brings me back to the things she didn't want to tell me, things that probably led to this situation.
Self control is a concept I thought about in the past, but I've given up on it for now. I found myself blacking out with a lot of sawdust around me during my morning runs these past days, so I added some midday and evening runs. Night runs, too. Takes me back to the good old days when I ran around the woods like a damn animal. Only difference these days is I do wear clothes and I am capable of pretending to be a civilized person, so I get to use the stove in the kitchen and actually cook something. Something bought in the store, not something I tracked down and killed in the woods. And I use the bathroom. Ain't I a catch.
According to the sky over me it's early morning, the stars are fading. Sleep is overrated, I can go without it for weeks, thanks again to my healing powers. It's what they call stamina, though that word brings up other associations with people
Yeah, that too.
This is really ridiculous. I behave like a damn kid, this ain't right. I glance up once more. If I take a brisk walk, let's say back to the mansion and the garage and decide to take my bike for a spin I could be in town around curfew time. If I happen to drive by a corny Irish pub I could... Damn I'll just go and talk to Marie.
I'll ask her what the hell is wrong with her and she'll better have a good explanation for this.
Half an hour later I find myself parking in front of her apartment, suppressing the urge to wave at the moving curtains. I hear the old lady gasp as I look up and directly at her. She really shouldn't be so nosy, one day it's gonna come back and bite her old ass.
Over at the pub I realize the doors have been locked, but her scent is fresh, so she hasn't left long ago-and didn't walk home because that's where I come from. So for a walk I go, following her scent, assuming she went to some bar to have a drink before going home, blissfully ignoring the fact that there is a curfew around here.
I catch up with her scent by a dark back alley and sigh. Can't that kid do anything right? There are two guys with her and she smells really angry. They are mutants.
"Come on girly, just gimme that money and we can all go our ways, huh."
"Screw you, I'm not handing out tonight's deposit like candy on Halloween, asshole."
I think she likes getting into dangerous situations like this. It's like a hobby of hers.
"I think you're forgetting who you got here. We're mutants, we're dangerous!"
She laughs.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really."
Those guys can't even do that right. Nothing against some good pre-fight banter but these guys are down rigth stupid.
"Just look at you two boys. What are you, class two? All ragged and trying to be scary guys. I think... you need a woman's touch."
So she has a trademark line now, or what? Are we wrestling here? I move forward to get a good look on the scene. Two guys in long trench coats and makeshift masks think they cornered her.
Yeah, definitely wrestling. Mexican amateur league.
"Let's get done with that bitch, I wanna get home and catch South Park."
Even my feral side rolled it;'s eyes at that. They are what, eighteen? Maybe twenty-eight, you don't know that with boys like them. Probably very much into finding out the effects of various drugs on the mutant's body and mind.
They circle her and she is just standing there, not bothering to watch them, smirking to herself.
"This is gonna huuurt!"
She sings. That should make those two morons listen up at least, but they show no signs of doubt. Either they think it's a bluff or evolution has failed us all. Something tells me it's the latter.
And really, not even three minutes later the two are lying in an interesting heap on the concrete, one unconscious, the other still able to moan. Impressive, after colliding head first with a wall after being thrown through the air by some very impressive telekinetic skills.
"Next time you'll have to pay for watching."
With that, she walks past me, heading for the bank a block down, throws the little plastic bag through the slot for deposits, and passes me by again on her way home. I needed some time to process all the information, I wasn't at all surprised that she noticed me or about the way she reacted, no. I didn't talk to her for two weeks, what did I expect. So I follow her until we reach the doors of her apartment building and she fumbles for her keys.
"I thought you had disappeared again."
There's not much I can say tot hat. Actually, nothing, that's what I do, if there's anything I hate more than the whole welcome home crap it's the goodbyes. Well, actually, what I hate even more is staying in the same place for too long. And the walking hormones that fill up the mansion. And,... you get my point.
"We need to talk."
Her eyebrows shoot up, probably because I sounded angry. Well, I am. Smiling and being cheerful wouldn't really get my point across.
"What pissed you off?"
"You might remember that annoyed is my natural state."
She chuckles and we walk up to her door and just when I think that it's the first time there is no sign of her nosy neighbor I hear excited breaths and fuzzy slippers shuffling behind the door on the other side of the hallway. I take two steps toward it, look through the spyhole and growl. I hear a shriek and a thump.
With the satisfying knowledge that I probably gave her a heart attack I follow Marie into her apartment.
"So, what do you want to talk about."
"I know about the kid."
She frowns, apparently not understanding what I'm trying to say here-and I know she really doesn't, my built in bullshit detector tells me that much.
"What kid?"
"Don't be stupid, I saw him after I brought you home. YOUR kid!"
For a brief moment she stares at me, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. And then something happens that I couldn't have come up with myself when thinking about confronting her. Not in a million years and under the influence of a wide array of drugs.
She stares a little longer, takes in a deep breath and... starts to laugh. Hysterically.
Sooo... surprised again? I hope so :P I promise I will get the next one done as soon as I can. Can you believe I'm already working on a Christmas story?