For quotethis_muses - April
In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior. >> Sir Francis Bacon
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He was drowning in fear. Not his, everyone else’s. Except for maybe the Cajun, the Cajun seemed okay with the current situation. He didn’t much care that the FoH’ers were the main source of the overpowering stench of fear. He was used to enemies damn near pissing themselves when he revealed his claws.
It was the fear rolling off of a certain petite brunette with platinum streaks that was killing him.
He growled again at LeBeau to get her the hell out of there, not even blinking an eye when a kinetically charged card flew past his head to land at the feet of one of the thugs. Well, as pretty as the explosion was, Logan was sure he’d be much better at the distraction thing.
He whirled around, yanking the door to the family home shut. It wasn’t because he didn’t want them to see just how dangerous he could be, it was because he didn’t need the blood of fucking idiotic parents on his hands. He was all kinds of fine having the blood of the FoH’ers on his hands. They’d hurt Rogue; made her a victim of fear. They were going to pay.
He roared as he charged forward, the killing blow he’d been ready for getting a last minute change as he drove the claws of one hand through the guy’s shoulder instead of his chest. His nostrils flared as he caught the coppery scent of blood, and he growled low in the guy’s ear. He didn’t give a fuck who he was. He wasn’t going to remember names. Just scents. And the spider web tattoo just had him wanting to ask whether he was expecting Spider Man to come save his sorry ass. Apparently radioactive freaks were okay, but naturally evolved freaks were just a big fucking nuisance.
He grunted as someone hit him from behind and retracted the blades from Spider Dick’s chest before swinging around and landing a fist against the new attacker’s jaw. There was a loud crunching noise as bones broke, and the Wolverine’s lips curled in a feral grin.
See, he wasn’t going to kill them. Not today. He was just going to make sure they knew not to cross him, Rogue, or the X-Men again. And if they did?
Then he’d kill them.
Instead he was just intent on being their living nightmare. He heard a child cry out and glanced up to find their reason for being here standing on the front porch. Logan let out a slow breath, and after snapping his knee into some guy’s groin he ran back to the house to scoop up the kid and make a break for his motorbike. He could still see Remy and Rogue in the distance, not even glancing over his shoulder to check to see if any of the remaining FoH’ers were about to give chase.
Fuck ‘em.
Wolverine
X-Men (movieverse)
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justalilcontact used with permission. Contains some violence, and coarse language.
[Continues on from THIS]
He was drowning in fear. Not his, everyone else’s. Except for maybe the Cajun, the Cajun seemed okay with the current situation. He didn’t much care that the FoH’ers were the main source of the overpowering stench of fear. He was used to enemies damn near pissing themselves when he revealed his claws.
It was the fear rolling off of a certain petite brunette with platinum streaks that was killing him.
He growled again at LeBeau to get her the hell out of there, not even blinking an eye when a kinetically charged card flew past his head to land at the feet of one of the thugs. Well, as pretty as the explosion was, Logan was sure he’d be much better at the distraction thing.
He whirled around, yanking the door to the family home shut. It wasn’t because he didn’t want them to see just how dangerous he could be, it was because he didn’t need the blood of fucking idiotic parents on his hands. He was all kinds of fine having the blood of the FoH’ers on his hands. They’d hurt Rogue; made her a victim of fear. They were going to pay.
He roared as he charged forward, the killing blow he’d been ready for getting a last minute change as he drove the claws of one hand through the guy’s shoulder instead of his chest. His nostrils flared as he caught the coppery scent of blood, and he growled low in the guy’s ear. He didn’t give a fuck who he was. He wasn’t going to remember names. Just scents. And the spider web tattoo just had him wanting to ask whether he was expecting Spider Man to come save his sorry ass. Apparently radioactive freaks were okay, but naturally evolved freaks were just a big fucking nuisance.
He grunted as someone hit him from behind and retracted the blades from Spider Dick’s chest before swinging around and landing a fist against the new attacker’s jaw. There was a loud crunching noise as bones broke, and the Wolverine’s lips curled in a feral grin.
See, he wasn’t going to kill them. Not today. He was just going to make sure they knew not to cross him, Rogue, or the X-Men again. And if they did?
Then he’d kill them.
Instead he was just intent on being their living nightmare. He heard a child cry out and glanced up to find their reason for being here standing on the front porch. Logan let out a slow breath, and after snapping his knee into some guy’s groin he ran back to the house to scoop up the kid and make a break for his motorbike. He could still see Remy and Rogue in the distance, not even glancing over his shoulder to check to see if any of the remaining FoH’ers were about to give chase.
Fuck ‘em.
Wolverine
X-Men (movieverse)
Words: 481
justalilcontact used with permission. Contains some violence, and coarse language.