Once again the shout outs:
darkfantasy16 - Another review! I like an angry Logan, although I'm sure its rather hard to actually kick a door off its hinges. It just had to be done. It's so overly dramatic, LOL
noro - Thanks for the review, its always nice to hear from a new reader :) You're from OZ Is it as miserable there as it is in the UK?
Nyahli1 - I'm sure you're not too old, I've just never been a David Bowie fan. Still can't get over my shock of seeing that Bowie and Jagger video on MTV. Dancing in the street, I think it was called. Logan is one sexy guy, I agree with you there... yummy Hugh Jackman ;)
CaptMacKenzie - Thanks, and I really do appreciate your review. All your points are valid. I should spend more time developing my writing and adding more descriptive wording ect. But I'm always in too much of a rush to get to the next chapter, a bad habit I know. And Rogue has had a very busy week, hasn't she?
StrFallenAngl63 - Hope I got the name right. Glad you're enjoying this. Thanks for reviewing and adding this fic to your favourite story list.
bookall - Also a thank you for reading and adding this story to your favourites :)
Oh and I also took a slight liberty with Rogue's age in this story.
Another One Bites The Dust
I was once an X-Man and I proudly wore my leather uniform along side the rest of the reluctant superheroes of West Chester, New York. I was taught to handle any potentially dangerous situation that could possibly be thrown in my direction; and my oh my, have I experienced some real doozies.
I used to thrive in these types of circumstances, I fought for my country, for the safety of all humanity and for mutant rights. Then I took the cure and everything around me began to crumble at my feet. It all happened too fast for me rectify and I realised that life was just too hard a struggle for me on my own.
My Mama used to say 'Every cloud has a sliver lining' and I'm failing to find one here, though not through want of trying. I've talked myself out of jail; so an argument with an irate Logan should be a piece of cake. On more than one occasion I've been on the receiving end of Wolverine's wrath and have always handled it with dignity.
Oh hell, I would always scamper away and avoid him until I was sure that everything had blown over and his anger had run its course.
Yes, I'm a coward when it comes too Logan, I always have been. No, I'm not scared of him, I know he would never hurt me intentionally but every other individual I know is so easy to manipulate and Logan seems to be the opposite. None of the usual innocent fluttering of eyelashes or girlish pouting works on him.
Now face to face with 'Murderous Logan' I have a feeling that he is beyond the constraints of simple anger, judging by the large vein that's pulsating on his forehead.
"Logan, I can explain everything!" I cry, holding my hands up and biting my lower lip. I have no idea how though, the knucklehead has probably heard the whole conversation with that enhanced hearing of his. "It's really not what it looks like," No, he's not my drug dealing boyfriend whose been supplying me for months. "If you'll just hear me out before you kill anyone," Mainly me. "It really is a funny story, you'll just laugh and laugh." Do you think that made any difference at all or am I just digging myself into a deeper hole?
Well, he hasn't said a word yet, dressed in his usual getup of wife beater, denim and leather. Why is he just standing there in the door way? Anyone would think that we were the ones who had invited him over for a friendly chat.
Yet he doesn't exactly give off those friendly vibes. He's positively scowling at both of us and sniffing the apartment. Jeez, I bet his nose is being drowned by the sailing scents of certain drugs that Doug keeps stashed away.
Wolverine's eyes snap to me and I gulp. "Now, Logan, I..."
I have no idea, every excuse that I'm coming up with just doesn't do this current scene justice. Let alone last night; that's a whole different ballgame.
He takes a step towards us as I take hold of Doug's arm and pull him gently behind me. Yes, I was about to temporarily break up with him but I ain't letting nobody else kill my man, that's my job.
"Hey, I recognise you." Doug announces excitedly, pointing over my shoulder. "Isn't he that motorcycle guy, Baby?" My jaw drops and Logan cocks an eyebrow. "You know the one you were hiding from yesterday?"
The guy's an idiot, a very good looking idiot in every sense. A humdinger of a comment he's made there. Sure Doug, forget to mention the fact your front door is currently located horizontally on your lounge floor. I'm sure that sort of thing happens to you all the time.
"Now really isn't the time." I inform him, slowly backing away from the guy that will be serving life for double homicide in the near future.
Every step Logan takes towards us, both myself and Doug seem to be doubling backwards towards the far side of the apartment. We carry on this charade until we're pressed against the wall with a glowering mutant standing directly in front of us.
I was expecting Logan to make a scene, maybe throw a punch, threaten Doug with a possible loss of life or tear me a new one but he still hasn't said a word. He's doing this deliberately, he knows the Logan silence unnerves me.
In a blink and you will certainly miss it action, his hand moves so fast I think I'm hallucinating again. Unfortunately for my tired eyes, the hand in question latches itself onto my upper arm and Logan hauls me over to the door-less exit.
"Don't even think about movin'." He orders in a deadly hiss, his finger hovering close to my left eye.
I think it's safe to say I have pissed him off, probably to the point where my overly large mouth couldn't prevent this situation from blowing up in my face. Holy crap, I've seen that glint in his eyes before; he's found himself a new prey to terrorize and it's my boyfriend. I think I had better stay where I am, but any bloodshed and I'm going to jump right into the fray.
With a warning look, Logan turns on his battered rubber heels and strolls up to Doug. "So, you're the boyfriend she's been hidin', huh?"
I resent that comment, I wasn't hiding him. I'm entitled to a life as much as the next person. Especially away from the confines of that damn mansion.
"Uh, yes I am Sir, nice to meet you. Marie's a great girl."
Both guys are facing each other and Doug walks obligingly towards Logan with his right hand held out. There is no way that Logan will ever shake that hand, he'd never even shake Scott's hand and he didn't have a murky past and possible future in a world full of narcotics.
Logan takes one look at Doug's peace offering and a smirk creeps on his face. If I told you that in just under a minutes time somebody will wrap his calloused hand around my boyfriends throat and slam him against the wall, would you believe me?
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi… Ha, I told you so, but I didn't actually expect the claws to make an appearance. Especially not so close to my Doug's throat.
"What are they?... They're claws! You're one of those mutants!" Doug squeaks with wide eyes and paling face.
"You picked yourself a smart one here, Marie." Well I thought so. I like the smart ones that also look pretty when they say things. "I'm only gonna tell you this once, Bub, so listen good. Stay away from the girl, she don't need your sort in her life."
I'm so angry, I can't even find the words to scream profanities at the back of his head. How dare Logan make those kind of decisions for me? I'm not a kid, I can make my own decisions concerning who I lay down with.
"B... But…"
"You see these claws, boy? If I ever see that mug of yours again, they're goin' through your skull, understood?"
The nerve of the guy, what is his problem? Why does being an asshole give him permission to interfere in my life and why did he feel the need to scare my boyfriend into wetting his pyjama pants? Wait, Doug has wet his pants... Oh, shit.
"Well, I'd say my job here is done."
Stupid Logan and his impossibly stupid smirk. How can he even contemplate smirking at a time like this? My life is over as I currently know it, my boyfriend has humiliated himself in front of us both and he'll never want to see me again after seeing those claws, he's probably scared to death.
"You're freaks, you're both freaks." Doug declares in a rather timid whisper while rubbing his ruby red throat and standing in his own piss.
Blinking the tears away, I shake my head. "Doug, please don't, I really care for you."
No, no, this can't be happening. I won't be cast aside again because someone else believes I'm too different to love. I'm not going to get hurt, I can't go through this again. I don't have enough super glue to piece together my broken heart for one thing.
He won't even look at me. "Just get out of here, go back to your own kind." Doug says and I feel my heart shattering.
It's too late, he won't listen now, he's made his mind up but I don't have my own kind. I don't belong with either mutants or humans and I don't want to spend my time in Logan's irate company.
"Okay, have it your way, have fun mopping that up." I scoff, swallowing the desperate need to cry and replacing it with sarcasm. "I hear urine stains are a bitch to clean."
I should have stuck to my guns and kept my heart under lock and key. He won't see me cry though, I have to stay in control. So I turn and race out of the apartment like a bat out of burning hell. Why does it always come to this? Thoughts of drowning my trampled on feelings in the bottom of a shot glass.
"Kid, wait up!"
"Go away, Logan!" I cry, once again airing my dirty laundry in public. This time it just so happens to be on a public street. I'm heading to a bar, any bar. One where I can shamelessly flirt with a man and coerce him into buying me hundreds of alcoholic drinks. I want to bathe in vodka tonight, swim in it.
"Hey," Well, grabbing my arm is a sure way to gain my attention. The steel grip is a nice touch also, seeing as its stopping me dead in my tracks. "Where the hell are you goin' now? You can't keep takin' off like this!" He snarls in my face.
"You're joking, right? Oh, you're such a God damn hypocrite! You take off all the time, so don't you dare stand there and lecture me. I'll have you know that when I take off, I stay in the country, hell, I stay in the same city!"
In answer to my blatant disregard of his opinion, he begins to growl. I attempt to shake his tightening grip off of my now newly bruised arm but his hand refuses to budge.
"That's different and you know it."
"How!" I screech, my arm beginning to turn numb. Our rather petty fight is now attracting a crowd of prying eyes and that doesn't surprise me at all. Women are drawn to Logan yet again.
"You're just a kid, you're seventeen and I can take care of myself!" Logan bellows spitting slightly in my face.
So that's what he really thinks of me then? I'm just some dumb, useless kid that he feels an obligation to take care of.
"I can look after myself. I was perfectly fine before I met you!" I shout back, now matching Logan's tone to a tee.
He takes a deep resigned sigh attempting to regain his composure. "Marie, you were in some shit hole of a bar, with no money and nowhere to go! You were starvin', you can't take care of yourself, look at the state you were in last night!"
I was starting to wonder how long it would take him util he brought that mess up.
"And that's why you just had to follow me down here! For your information I knew exactly what I was doing last night!"
"Yeah, sure you did, kid" He grunts eyeing me with growing scowl. "That the first time you've tried any of that crap?"
"Yes, yes it is." I reply a little too innocently.
"You're lyin', kid, I can smell it." Logan mutters quietly so the crowd don't overhear.
He shakes his head in disappointment. What does he want me to do, apologise?
"Why should you care anyway? None of this is any of your business and thanks to you I'm down a boyfriend. So just let me go and leave me the hell alone!"
"Marie, the guy was a creep. You ain't gonna be seein' him again anyway, so what's the damn problem?"
Oh, I will see him again someday, somehow, if only to spite the grumpy bastard and his belief that I'm a lost little kid who needs his protection.
"My problem is you, now let go of my arm! I don't want you in my life, I never did, just stay away from me!" I seethe.
"Fine." Logan growls, releasing my arm from his grip and glancing away.
"Fine." I return the growl and storm off in my search for a bar. "What are you looking at, lady, never seen a fight before?" I sarcastically ask the nosey old hag whose currently giving me a disapproving stare as I pass her by.
Again, I'll be fine and I can live my life without Logan's influence. He doesn't rule me or veto my choice of boyfriends and fun. I can stumble through this crap I call life on my own alongside the drugs and drink, can't I?