Well, this was something I am not used to feeling. Gotta say I'm a little nervous about seeing her again. So much time has passed, she doesn't really seem like the same Selene. Heartbreaking really. She's not looking for anything but friendship, that's fine. Guess that's why I'm so nervous, if it were purely physical wouldn't have to really worry ( Read more... )

( A untold scene in the history of Logan. )

I was in deep shit. In more ways than one. But at the moment, only one mattered. Selene was pissed and for some reason I was sure it was more at my 'don't wait up' comment than it was about Fury. What the fuck did I need to do? Flowers, yeah not gonna work on her. Hell nothing would work on her. Except for honesty ( Read more... )

I was sick to death of this hiding out bullshit like I was afraid of that green eyed bitch. Couldn't do it anymore, I was way too restless. Selene was out, checking into a lead she had on Markus, leaving me alone to ponder things. Well lemme tell ya, pondering gets boring really quick. Grabbing my jacket I pulled it on and headed out the door, keys ( Read more... )

( If you don't like Logan being tortured, or emotional, this story is not for you. Don't say I didn't warn you. )

I only slept a little while. There was too much on my mind. Getting up from the bed I brushed a kiss against her forehead, crossing the floor to the window. I leaned my arm against the top frame of the window, staring out over the city. That sword was stuck in my mind, there had to be some importance to it. I knew I'd seen it somewhere before, just ( Read more... )

As soon as she left I was making calls. Wasn't gonna take her anywhere without a ride. Thought about a limo, problem with that someone else driving, big back seat we'd never get out of the car. My girl liked sports cars. That much I knew, so after making a couple calls I found a sleek silver Shelby. It was waiting for me outside by the time I got ( Read more... )

Home, or at least the equivelant to that here. It's a little hole in the wall place above a fish market. Lovely aroma in the air, I'll tell you that. It was completely different than the city here. There were lanterns up and down the streets, little markets like you saw on tv. The scents though, authentic. Not like that shit they have back in the ( Read more... )

Seems I've made enemies in Japan, long before I ever got here. Walking around one night, minding my own business when out of nowhere buncha damned ninjas surrounded me. They said something, but all I caught through all the alcohol in me was a couple of words "Strucker and The H.A.N.D." Now I have no idea what any of this shit meant. It didn't help ( Read more... )

WARNING!: This is NOT happy fuzzy stuff here. It is quite brutal in fact in an emotional way. He's got shit to get off his chest that's been stewing a while and well that's just what he is doing. Again, if you think your muse is going to be effected by his bluntness and his feelings you probably shouldn't read this.

( He's angry, he's mean and he is not holding back. You've been warned )