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"Shadowcat, you seen Rogue?"
"A little while ago. She took off down to the lower level."
Huh, a little late, kid...
Logan felt Kitty's eyes follow him all the way around the corner and quirked a brow, but didn't bother to turn. He took the steps two at a time, stopping just short of the bottom when he caught a scent.
Marie's. Twisted and mangled with copper. Blood. Her blood. The Wolverine snarled and focused his senses on the trail to see if it was still fresh. Maybe five minutes old, tops. He listened for the tell tale sign of footfalls and pulses and frowned when it seemed that the corridor was abandoned, most of the students and staff at lunch at this hour. He picked up the pace, on high alert. Suddenly the only thing wafting on the air was the stale scent of the air conditioning and dust. He froze and sniffed, fine hair bristling along his spine, making his knuckles itch. She didn't just fucking vanish. Although, lately he might almost believe that she had.
He sidestepped, backtracking. Trying to catch the metal twang that burned on the back of his tongue and milk and honey, and sunshine and daisies that made his head swim. There. The fucking wall? Logan placed his large hands against the warm swirling woodgrain, searching for anything out of the ordinary. He knocked. A hollow echo answered. The wall was thinner here. Another secret passageway? Then where the hell was the release? He growled when the scent of rust and salt grew stronger, heart pounding in his ears and let loose his claws with a sing. He turned his hands palms up, elbows at the deep V of his hips and rammed them into the damn thing. It splintered, but held as he bent at the knee and violently threw his shoulder into it, heaving against the mechanics of the latch. He was rewarded with a clean snap and the door rolled up with ease. Logan let it crack shut behind him, too deeply pissed off for subtle, long legs carrying him forward, shiney claws still extended, sinews bulging. Ready for whatever the hell had made the fatal mistake of making Rogue bleed.
Author's Note: Thank you SO much for the feedback & love. It means the world, truly. It's been pointed out to me, several times, that I write in scenes. Instead of chapters. Like a movie script. Which I think it sorta fitting, considering where it comes from lol. So, That might explain my cliff hanger fetish. But hang in there! Logan/Marie coming soon! Already in the works. As always I eagerly await your opinion. *mwah*