I've lost track of the days. How long I've been down here, I have no idea. Two days? Three? A week? More? After a while, it stops mattering. I've spent the last however many hours drifting between sleep and waking, numbness and pain. The only thing that distracts me from the pointless passing of time are Lindsey's visits. And those aren't exactly... fun
( ... )
I'm outside the door of the room when Rogue is being held. I know she's there. And I can't get in. The door is thick steel, and there's a keypad lock.
There is also a terrified security guard lying on the floor. I pull him to his feet, and then hold him against the wall with my claws.
"Tell me the code," I say, quite calmly, my claws sinking into the plasterwork.
***
I walk into the room. Marie is chained up to a wall. She looks barely conscious. Anger pulses in my head again and I have to take a deep breath so I don't hit the wall. I don't want to scare her. She looks like she's been having a rough time of it.
I crouch down in front of her.
"Hey, kid," I say gently, looking up at her pale face. "It's Logan."
The door bursts open but I don't have the energy to look up. Don't have the energy or don't want to bother trying. In the end, it's all the same. It's probably someone coming to secure me, or Lindsey back to-
Rogue speaks, and her voice is hoarse. Shit, what have these fuckers being doing to her? I half wish Lindsey wasn't dead, just so I could rip the bastard a new one myself.
"I'll start expecting it or something." "Yeah, well, that's alright with me, kid," I say. I reach up to touch her cheek, and then remember I can't. It's goddamn ridiculous that I can't even touch her in a situation like this. Poor kid. I squeeze her t-shirt clad shoulder instead. Not so much of a comfort, I don't think, but it's something
( ... )
"You sure know how to make a girl feel appreciated, sugar," I joke in return, reaching out for a napkin and wiping my greasy fingers. There's stil hunger, itching deep in my belly, but Lindsey's kept me going on a diet of water and bread, mostly, and Logan's right, if I eat any more rich, fried food, I'll probably get sick. And I've had enough unpleasant sensations to last me the next couple of years, at least. Knowing my luck
( ... )
"You sure know how to make a girl feel appreciated, sugar," Rogue says, and I grin at her, and for a moment things are... great. There's just me and a great girl and some fried chicken, and that spells a lot of happiness to me. And then I remember how complicated everything is, and the moment's gone.
Marie's a little awkward around me. I can tell by the swinging of her foot, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear. She always has been. I guess I've always known she had a little crush on me. Not really surprising - not that I'm all that, but Bobby was a bit of a wet blanket and who else would she like? Scott? The Professor? I'd looked out for her, so it wasn't too weird. But - it felt different now. More dangerous. She wasn't looking at me the way a kid does these days... And I wasn't sure how that made me feel.
"Logan... How did you know where I was?"I shrug. I know if I tell her the whole deal with Sark she'll get scared, or pissed, and wonder why the hell I went along with him when he was clearly up to something
( ... )
I narrow my eyes slightly, looking at Logan. I wish I could read minds, sometimes, instead of this 'talent' of mine. Actually, I wish I could do a lot of things instead, but that's neither here nor there.
Except that it totally is, in a weird, uncomfortable way.
But that can be dealt with later, like when I'm not just getting over being kidnapped and tortured and stuff.
"Got a tip off from a guy. Then followed my nose. Easy enough, in the end."
Liar.
"A tip off from a guy?" I raise my eyebrows. "Who? Logan, the person who came after me... she was good. She was scary. And I'm pretty sure she had done it enough not to leave any clues behind."
"Who? Logan, the person who came after me... she was good. She was scary. And I'm pretty sure she had done it enough not to leave any clues behind."
I sigh. Rogue can never just leave stuff, can she? Annoying brat.
"Sark was his name. He had a fake-Bond thing going on. Yeah, he was probably playing me, and I don't know why, and I wasn't too worried, because I was thinking about you." I glance away and clear my throat, and then look back at her.
"Who was it who took you?" I ask, curious. "There was a strange smell at your apartment. Something... feral. But I couldn't trace it."
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There is also a terrified security guard lying on the floor. I pull him to his feet, and then hold him against the wall with my claws.
"Tell me the code," I say, quite calmly, my claws sinking into the plasterwork.
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I walk into the room. Marie is chained up to a wall. She looks barely conscious. Anger pulses in my head again and I have to take a deep breath so I don't hit the wall. I don't want to scare her. She looks like she's been having a rough time of it.
I crouch down in front of her.
"Hey, kid," I say gently, looking up at her pale face. "It's Logan."
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Hey, kid."What ( ... )
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"I'll start expecting it or something." "Yeah, well, that's alright with me, kid," I say. I reach up to touch her cheek, and then remember I can't. It's goddamn ridiculous that I can't even touch her in a situation like this. Poor kid. I squeeze her t-shirt clad shoulder instead. Not so much of a comfort, I don't think, but it's something ( ... )
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Marie's a little awkward around me. I can tell by the swinging of her foot, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear. She always has been. I guess I've always known she had a little crush on me. Not really surprising - not that I'm all that, but Bobby was a bit of a wet blanket and who else would she like? Scott? The Professor? I'd looked out for her, so it wasn't too weird. But - it felt different now. More dangerous. She wasn't looking at me the way a kid does these days... And I wasn't sure how that made me feel.
"Logan... How did you know where I was?"I shrug. I know if I tell her the whole deal with Sark she'll get scared, or pissed, and wonder why the hell I went along with him when he was clearly up to something ( ... )
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Except that it totally is, in a weird, uncomfortable way.
But that can be dealt with later, like when I'm not just getting over being kidnapped and tortured and stuff.
"Got a tip off from a guy. Then followed my nose. Easy enough, in the end."
Liar.
"A tip off from a guy?" I raise my eyebrows. "Who? Logan, the person who came after me... she was good. She was scary. And I'm pretty sure she had done it enough not to leave any clues behind."
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I sigh. Rogue can never just leave stuff, can she? Annoying brat.
"Sark was his name. He had a fake-Bond thing going on. Yeah, he was probably playing me, and I don't know why, and I wasn't too worried, because I was thinking about you." I glance away and clear my throat, and then look back at her.
"Who was it who took you?" I ask, curious. "There was a strange smell at your apartment. Something... feral. But I couldn't trace it."
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