Memories
Vengence
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Logan sniffed again and followed the scents. Tora's blood was like a beacon, her own unique scent layered over the men's. When he found them, he was going to kill them slowly, preferably over a period of a couple of days until they begged him to kill them. And even then, he wouldn't. Turn right. They went into the bar. Two hours later by the scents, they left. Drunk. Good. That would make his job easier. Now keep on following that scent.
Anger. That was the most prominent emotion. And hatred and pain. What men would attack a woman who couldn't defend herself, yet stop short of killing her? If Poacher wasn't locked up in Ryker's in a maximum security cell, he'd have thought she was responsible. Of course, she was very like Tora, and Tora could have broken out by now. Sniffing again, he came to a door. Both men had entered, neither had exited. And he was most definitely not going to knock.
His fist slammed through the door and a charge broke it down. The two men started upright from their seats watching the TV.
"What the-"
And then they saw the claws, the hair, the snarling face and went white.
"He said he couldn't find us!"
"Who said?"
"Not gonna say."
"Wrong answer."
He hit out at one, knocking him down and rammed the other against the wall. The middle claw retracted and then his fist was under his captive's chin.
"You wouldn't-"
"I ain't a hero bub. I just look out fer my own. And you attacked one of them."
Fear in the man's eyes.
"You know, I won't kill you quickly. I'll take my time."
"Yeah right."
Logan swirled round and his claws sliced through the wrist of the other man who was preparing to attack him from behind. The severed hand fell to the floor and Logan turned back to the first man.
"Won't I? Next hand I take'll be yours. Then your other hand, then his other hand. Then your feet, and your lower arms. WHO HIRED YOU?"
The man started babbling then screamed as the middle claw began to poke up out of Logan's hand.
"SUBLIME! It was someone called Sublime! I swear I don't know anything else!"
Disgusted at the cowardice, Logan dropped the man.
"I would kill you but I don't want my record soiled by two snivelling babies."
He marched out. Tora needed him.
Phoenix winced.
"There had to be a better way of doing that."
"What would you suggest? Having Emma rip the knowledge from their heads? Ask politely? Get Hank to slam their heads together?"
Hank sighed as he passed Tora in the library. Three weeks ago, she would have asked him what was wrong. Now, all she did was stare out of the window, getting up early in the morning and going to bed at who knew what time, refusing to talk to anyone and an apparent inability to eat anything when anyone else was there. She appeared exhausted and pretty much ignored everyone, even Jamie and Eva. Logan was doing pretty well on his own looking after Eva, simply bringing her to Tora for hourly feeds. Kurt, who had been in the library doing nothing other than looking for a play to use for his Drama class, had been sent scuttling out in a tirade of abuse. And Ororo had sworn that she had seen the ever-patient Tora throwing a book across the room because it was 'stupide'. And in the letters he had seen he scribble, Hank had noticed that the usually flowing script was now spiky and illegible. It was all adding up and Hank didn't like the picture it was creating.
"Tora?"
"Please go away."
"Tora, we need to talk."
"What is there to talk about? I feel empty-"
Damn, another symptom.
"I'm sad all the time. I'm a rubbish mother. I can't cope. Why am I even here?"
Double damn. She was displaying almost all the symptoms. Hopelessness, a feeling of emptiness, lack of faith in her own ability, withdrawal from social situations, interrupted eating and sleeping…
"Tora…?"
"I said, go away."
And heeding to the little voice telling him an annoyed, irrational and depressed Tora would not be nice to handle, Beast did just that.
"I thought healing dealt with all that?"
"Think again."
"Logan, think of a word to describe Tora. I need to know honestly.
"Is this the only reason you brought me down here Blue?"
"Please Logan."
"Fine. Depressed. That do?"
"Logan, you have just confirmed. Tora is depressed."
"What do you expect! Our son died Hank!"
"No Logan. Tora is depressed. As is clinical depression. Normally we would have picked it up before now but with her being upset, it slipped past us."
"What?"
"I mean, that Tora is displaying all the symptoms of postnatal depression or enough to make me think that she is depressed."
"But… Healing factor."
"Which your memory testifies, is mainly dealing with physical injuries, not mental ones. And we have already seen that Victor Creed is insane, something his healing should deal with."
"Tora…"
"Look, I think we can help her with this. But it will be difficult and she'll need us all to be there for her. Will you help?"
Ice-blue eyes met Beast's.
"Hell yeah."
Phoenix winced.
"That must have hurt him."
Death suddenly frowned.
"Why are we using vocal chords? We can communicate telepathically here."
"I don't like telepathic communication. I get headaches."