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Chapter 15
The sun was settling below the horizon as Logan figured out exactly the method he was going to use to viciously murder every mutant involved in his daughter's death. For Magneto, he was going to put him in the same machine Rally had died in, except, he would crank it up as high as it would go. If that didn't get the job done, he would slowly twist his claws through his chest. He regretted immensely not killing Magneto when he could have, but, it didn't matter when he killed him, just as long as he did. Sabretooth's death needed to be more torturous because he was not just going to get revenge on Rally's death, but on everything Sabretooth had ever done to him.
Just then, he thought he heard something. It sounded like a small gasp of air. Logan wasn't sure if he had heard it because it was barely audible over the ocean's roar. He listened more closely now and watched Rally to see if she showed any sign of life. Nothing, even after five minutes. This made him angry. His hopes had been raised for nothing. Logan needed to get through his head that Rally was dead and she was not coming back. His little girl, brutally taken from him, and he was just getting to know her. This made his blood boil. He couldn't wait around any longer. He had to go back and quench his thirst for revenge.
The noise, the gasp! This time Logan knew he heard it. It was weak, but it was definitely coming from Rally. He quickly knelt down beside her and waited for another sign of life. Gently, he propped up her body with his arm and brushed the hair out of her face. It was not as cold as it was before.
She was coming back. She had to. "Come on, kid." Logan whispered with hope. He looked up into the pinkish purple sky. "Please. Don't let me down." It was the closest he ever came to begging for help. Logan stared intently at her closed eyes and shut mouth, waiting for movement of some kind so he knew he wasn't going crazy.
He felt a small pulse through her body. Her heart was starting up! Her body twitched, and she started gasping for air and coughing. He pulled her closer to his body. Logan had never been happier in his life. Suddenly, the young girl's eyes opened really wide with a confused and frightened expression on her face.
The only thing going through her head was that she was being attacked and had to do something. Instinctively, she swung her arm as hard as possible and nailed Logan right in the jaw before she even realized who he was or where she was. Then it clicked in where she was and who she had just hit, and her own jaw dropped.
Logan took the blow like a man, only rubbing his jaw slightly. Those adamantium bones really came in handy sometimes. Slowly, he turned back to Rally with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't angry at her by any means, just in shock that someone had caught him off guard.
She gasped, trying to find the words to apologize. Everything right now was too much for Rally. "I am so sorry. I had no idea what was going on and I didn't have time to think. I just-"
He chuckled. "Save it, kid. Are you alright?"
"I think so. I'm just a little achy." She answered. Then, slowly tried to stand up, but her leg was beat up pretty bad so she remained seated on the ground. Logan stood up and held out his strong hand to his daughter. She smiled and took hold of his one hand with both of hers, and he pulled her off the ground as if she was nothing.
"Thanks." She said in appreciation. She let go of his hand, trying to stand on her own, but began losing her balance. Quickly, she grabbed his arm and pulled herself into his side and held on until she could steady herself.
"Come on. I'll help you inside." He said, realizing she wasn't going to be able to make it on her own. With a strong embrace, he wrapped his arm around Rally's waist, as she placed her arm around his neck for support. They slowly began moving towards the mansion, but, Logan could see the agony his daughter was in after each small step. Without any consent, he scooped the teen into his arms and began to walk at a much faster pace.
"I could have made it on my own." Rally protested, but did not struggle. She knew she her body was weak and fighting Logan was simply not an option.
The mutant chuckled. "No, kid, you couldn't make it two feet."
She sighed. There was no use in arguing. Besides, it wasn't like he was trying to hurt her. Her body was in rough shape and it was probably better that she didn't push it to the limit by trying to walk when it sent shooting pains up her back. Rally really did hate feeling helpless and dependent, though. The young girl rested her head on Logan's shoulder and felt the hard bone underneath the skin and muscle. It felt abnormal and cold, even through the warmth of his body.
Wolverine noticed his daughter's sudden concern as he continued towards the mansion. "What's the problem?"
Rally looked up at him. "Are your bones a part of your mutation?"
Logan looked forward, not wanting to talk about what he knew his daughter was getting at. "What makes you ask that?"
"They feel different than normal bones." She replied.
He sighed after hearing her response. It was no secret in the mansion that his bones were covered in adamantium, but, what was a secret was how it happened and he didn't even know that one. It bothered him immensely, to the point of sleepless nights, and he tried his best not to think about it. Every once in a while, he would have disturbing flashbacks of distorted memories which enraged him more. Through out the mansion, it was common knowledge not to speak to Logan about his past, and especially not his adamantium bones, unless you wanted to have an uncontrollable and untamable mutant at your throat. Rally, was new though, and she had no idea that her father was having an inward battle as she asked him about his bones. He kept his voice low and in a steady tone. "No, kid. They aren't a mutation." He responded, hoping that would be the end of it.
"Oh." The young girl said. She could tell from Logan's expression that this was not something he wanted to openly talk about. Rally rested her head on his shoulder again in silence, feeling his bones again. It couldn't be too terrible, whatever happened to Logan the young girl thought. She wasn't going to push it, though.
In no time at all, the two entered the mansion again, the same way they had come in before except Rally was alive this time. Logan carried his daughter to her room and gently laid her on the bed.
"Thanks." She said.
"No problem, kid." Slowly, he turned around and walked out of her room. He was now once again a father and had a huge responsibility laying on his shoulders. This time, though, it wasn't a burden. It actually brought a slight smile to his face as he flicked off Rally's light and closed the door behind him.
End Chapter
Thank you everyone for sticking with me through this story. It's been a long wait between chapters recently and I promise I will pick up the pace when summer comes around. This chapter is roughly written, so bear with me. Reviews would be nice :)
