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Chapter 14

As Logan stared at his daughter's body lying still on the metal table, his thoughts revolved around how he was going to murder Magneto and anyone supporting him. This child whom he had just learned to be his daughter was the only one he cared about. She was linked to him and it was his duty to protect her. He began to feel something he had never experienced before. It was if someone was going to bust through his chest from the inside out. Then he felt wetness on his cheek and instantly, he became a raging monster. Everything was too much to bear. He had to break free and see everyone in that room who had been a part of his daughter's death, suffer in the deepest agony. His eyes rested on Magneto who was weakly beginning to move from his face down position on the floor. In an instant of rage and abnormal strength, Wolverine snapped the metal bindings that held him to the wall. His skin was torn, but his adamantium skeleton was as sturdy as a rock. He felt no pain as he menacingly made his way to Magneto.

"You will pay for what you've done!" Logan growled furiously, pacing back and forth in front of a barely conscious Magneto.

The old man slowly lifted his head and glanced at the searing mutant in front of him and then to the table where Rally's lifeless body still lay. A small smile formed on his lips as he said just above a whisper, "Such magnificent power. It would have been a waste to let it go disabled."

Immediately, Logan grabbed Magneto's body from the floor and held him up by his collar. "Too bad you destroyed that power and an innocent and helpless child!" In an instant, Logan's claws were released on his one hand and he thrust them into Magneto's gut. The old mutant gasped in the immense pain and shock. Logan's mind was not yet satisfied. This man had to suffer more pain, but then, as the Magneto breathed heavily and hung in pain from Logan's grasp, his eyes turned to his daughter's body. Is this what she would have wanted? He couldn't imagine Rally desiring for Magneto to be brutally murdered and he also couldn't imagine her being happy with his actions.

Angrily, he turned back to Magneto and said, "You deserve the worst of deaths," He paused, glared at his prey one last time, and then let his body drop to the floor. "But not by me." He finished in fury. It took all the strength he had to walk away from Magneto, but he kept his mind on Rally. The old man chuckled slightly, still in pain and exhaustion. Wolverine was not the same ruthless mutant he once was and magneto knew he could use that to his advantage.

Slowly, Logan made his way to Rally's body lying ever so still on the metal table. She was bruised, cut up, and in rough shape. Gently, he scooped his daughter into his arms that ached, but he couldn't feel the pain. As he turned, and walked out the door, past the mutants responsible for Rally's death, he couldn't help but feel remorse for not slowly murdering each and every one of those rats.

The sun was setting behind the horizon when Logan entered the mansion. He looked enraged, tired, dirty, and not in reality. The students cleared a path for him as he walked down the hall, staring directly in front of him. He was headed for the professor's office with rally still in his arms. He kicked the door open and stood, breathing heavily in place, not saying a word.

Charles had read his mind and was reading it now. He knew the emotional pain Logan was experiencing. In fact, he knew exactly what had happened with Magneto. He had been keeping track of Logan the entire time and would have sent the x-men out on the Jet, but it would have been pointless. Everything had happened so quickly and Rally had died before the Jet could have even taken off.

"Logan, I am so sorry. I give you my deepest sympathies. She was a precious girl." Charles tried to comfort with soothing words.

Without waiting a second, Logan asked, "Is there anyway to bring her back?" His voice was unreasonable and coarse.

The Professor shook his head in sadness. "No, Logan. I have yet to find a mutant who can restore life."

"There must be somebody-"

"No. I'm sorry, Logan. I would be able to find them on Cerebro if there were such a mutant."

The silence that followed overwhelmed the room as pain and fury began to build up inside of Logan. It was almost more than he could bear. He turned and walked back out the door where he had come from and just began walking more swiftly and focused than the last time. He didn't know where he was headed or why he still tightly held his daughter's growing cold body.

He made his way out to the tree where Rally loved to sit and laid her gently down. The sunset was beautiful. He knew Rally would have enjoyed the sight. He heard the sounds of the crashing waves against the cliff which blocked out his pain, but not his anger. He would get his revenge someday.

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