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A/N : Finally we get to see how Logan has been doing.
What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger ~ School of hard Knocks
Logan couldn’t be certain how many hours had gone by, as he sat in a pool of his own blood.
After storming out of Xavier’s office, and received a severe lecture on the brain phone he made his way to the woods in the far reaches of the property. After shredding more than a few trees, he was so infuriated with himself, taking a deep breath he crossed his arms over his chest, and with a ear piercing growl, he thrust his claws into his chest, right where his heart was.
He couldn’t keep the tears back any longer, after letting out his anger, all that was left was the sorrow inside of him. No matter how many times it would never be enough, his body would always heel. Marie was in a lab somewhere, being experimented on, and god knows what else, and he would always heel.
The tears came harder, and he blamed only himself. That stupid uptight ass hole summers was right, it was his fault that she had left. He should have gone after her the second she left, but the professor had told him to leave her she would come home when she was ready. And now she may not ever come home, would she even want to?
The cold of the forest floor made its way into his body as he lay on the ground, while silent tears made their way down his face. Would he ever see her again? Would he be able to tell her the truth? She owned him mind, body, and soul and she didn’t even know it. He had always been aware of the doubt that surrendered her, but his reluctant heart refused to open up and tell her everything that was inside of him. The things that he wanted for them.
Staring into the dark night he could be completely honest with himself he was afraid. Afraid to be tied down, and worse that she wouldn’t want that, that in time she would want someone else. Ever since they had been together his biggest fear was that he would wonder to the company of another, or worse that she would. The Wolverine roared inside of him at the very idea. Logan wasn’t as strong and whimpered.
How could he have been so stupid. That witch had gone into his head and messed everything up,…………….
~Flash back~
Logan was in his room killing time, while he waited for Rogue. They had plans to meet later and go out, when he heard a knock on the door.
Smelling her before opening the door “what do ya want Jeannie” he leered at her, hoping she’d go away faster.
“Can I come in, I wanted to talk to you.”
Rolling his eyes “yah sure make it fast, I have plans in a bit. So what can I do for you, need me to scratch an itch for you.”
“Actually I wanted to talk about you. I was in a session with the professor about my powers, and how they’ve grown. I’m pretty sure that I can get your memories for you.”
Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing, could he finally have a name, a past, a family, that was his very own. With his past could he finally move on to the future that he wanted with Marie.
Quickly grabbing her hands he pressed them to his temples closing his eyes, silently pleading with her to please give him his past, something anything that was just his. Had he kept his eyes open perhaps he would have seen the wicked sneer that came over her face and the way her eyes glowed red.
“Just relax Logan, and this will go much more smoothly”. Before he knew he was over come by a blinding pain and clutched his head in his arms. All of a sudden nothing was what it seemed everything was distorted, and it seemed as if he was in some sort of dream.
Once the pain had subsided it was almost like he was in a dream, and couldn’t really remember where or who he was. He could feel himself floating away. As this was happening to Logan, Wolverine come roaring to the front and took over.
Wolverine was in the front and all he could smell was desire, and with all his inhibitions completely gone, there was nothing left to restrain him from taking what he wanted. And after being tightly restricted for so long Wolverine wanted to play.
Everyone thought that Wolverine a mindless animal that couldn’t speak. What no one knew not even Logan, was that when he wanted Wolverine could be quite vocal. After that things went pretty quickly. In two steps he was in front of Jean and grabbed her by the arms and threw her on the bed.
Jeans eyes were blazing red and her body was covered in a light red glow. Wolverine sneered “it’s what you’ve always wanted isn’t it, darlin’”. With a flick of his wrists the claws were out and they made short work of her clothes. Taking no time turning her over and thrusting in to her in one swift brutal stroke. Something in Wolverine didn’t like the way she smelled and wanted to be as brutal and quick as possible. Wolverine just wanted to take, and if she was willing then take he would.
"oh Logan, harder, yeah right there", a gruff "fuck, you like that huh" was the reply.
While Wolverine was having a mediocre fuck at best, Logan didn’t know where he was. He was drifting, somewhere between the past and present. It was almost like being in space he couldn’t get a grip on anything, there was nothing, just nothing. And there were no memories to go by, couldn’t remember who he was, not even his name.
Once the haze had lifted and Logan was back in the front of his mind, he looked around his bed room and Jean was under him naked as he was, and the smell of sex was strong in the room.
Trying to muster all the steel in his voice he could “What have you done”, came out as more of a choked out sob.
“oh come now Logan I know you enjoyed that as much as I did. I’m sure Rogue won’t mind sharing just a little” Jean didn’t even try to contain the laugh that escaped her puny lips.
Logan visible blanched at the mention of Rogue’s name taking another whiff of the room, he could smell her and the bitter smell of pain that accompanied her. Turing back Logan grabbed her by the throat and started choking the life out of Jean.
Jean snickered at first “you know I like it rough don’t you Logan” but as his fingers tightened she started gasping for air. Jean’s body started to glow red again and she used her powers to launch Logan across the room.
End Flash back~
……even now the memories were foggy at best. It felt like everything had been some kind of dream or hallucination. Liked he’d been high on some sort of drug.
It didn’t really matter though Rogue had seen him, and left, and now she was in a lab somewhere being treated no better than an animal. He couldn’t help but blame himself, could he have fought Jean harder? why didn’t he just close the door on her? or better yet just have left altogether?
Logan realized too late that his past wasn’t as important as his future. As badly as he had wanted to know at the very least his name, perhaps even his mother’s name, the cost was too great. He had been given the greatest give of all the love of a good woman and he had tossed it aside for the promises of a snake in sheep’s clothing.
And now here he was lying on the cold forest floor in a pool of blood as his body healed and his soul shattered.
Chapter End Notes:
Well that was really hard to write. Hope it came across the way I wanted.