Fan fic.
Splat. Splat.
That was the sound that woke me, didn't know what it was and my eyes felt heavy, the pain behind them was agonizing. I may heal fast, but headaches lasted forever. This felt like the worst hang over possible coupled with someone driving a jakchammer in the back of my skull. Didn't need sight to tell me what was causing that sound. Knew that smell, better than any other. I just hoped when I finally opened my eyes I wouldn't be what caused that scent. Knew it was futile. Fuck.
Splat. Splat.
The question was, who was gonna be the victim this time? Last few days were a blur, a hazy in the dark recesses on my mind. That was always a good sign. Remembered a couple fights, some big redneck breaking his fingers when his fist crunched into the side of my head. That had to take him by surprised. Especially the headbutt that left a good bump on his head.
The scent was a little dead, flat.. stale even. Which meant I'd been knocked out for a while. Felt a body next to me, knew I wasn't wearin' any clothes. The oddest thing though, was my claws. They weren't hidden like they should be. My left arm was hanging off the bed and when I focused on feeling I could tell the blood was dripping down off my claws on that hand. So much for hoping it wasn't my fault.
That part of the mystery solved all I had to do was start moving and force my eyes open to find out just who the fuck was beside me and how badly I'd fucked them up. Another underlying scent infiltrated my nostrils, there was just too much blood for me to pick it out. But somehow deep in my subconscious I knew that I knew that smell. I knew it well too. The haze was trying to lift and I could feel my body slowly starting to want to move it just wasn't happening yet.
There had only been two times in my life I'd ever felt quite this bad. The drops of blood hitting the floor were thick, nearly coagulated. I'd been here a while. It wasn't til that very moment I felt where my other hand was, my arm was around someone, bundled up rather tightly, claws buried into what felt like their stomach. One thing was certain, there was no life left inside the petite body beside me. She was long gone, the skin cold, her limbs had started to stiffen.
I growled, roaring out in anguish. I'd taken another life, probably someone innocent that didn't deserve to die this way. She was female, I could feel the soft swell of her breasts atop my knuckles. Tears leaked from my eyes, I hated my life and this was why. How many people would suffer by my hand, die in such a horrible way? How many more could I live with on my conscience was a better question.
My body felt very much my real age, something I didn't even really know. I felt the blood crusted to my skin, matted in the hair on my face, just meant this one had been brutal. My mind only got fuzzy like this when the feral rage kicked in. With a roar of protest and pure sadness I forced my eyes open and sat up. The pain seered through my head, but I didn't care. Sitting there for what felt like hours which in reality was only a few moments, fear kept me paralyzed, afraid to look over and behold the damage I'd inflicted. Afraid to see who it was. Deep down I already knew, I just didn't want to confirm it.
Hot angry tears leaked down my cheeks and I slowly looked over, she was cradled on her side, fully clothed. But she had to be. I didn't need to but I rest my hand on her shoulder and pulled her so I could see her face. My lip quivered and my body shook, a long low howl of the purest pain erupted from deep within me. That long white streak in her hair was now splattered with a deep red. I could see the look of fear that would forever be etched on her face, fear I'd caused.
Looking down over her, there were only small tears in the layers of clothes she wore, now stained with so much blood. The bed as well. Her sweet cherub face, smeared with it as well. I noticed she had one of her gloves off. And that was when the memories came racing back at me. We weren't in the mansion, no this place was secluded and private. The cabin, the one I'd had in the mountains. She followed me, she should of known better.
The details before she made the mistake of sneaking into my cabin I can't remember, still blurred. I'd been on edge lately, it was why I was here, secluded from everyone. Felt the rage creeping up on me. She got too close and the beast was too hungry. There was no nightmare this time, but I caught her scent, it woke me up just as she neared the bed. My claws went through her, I remembered the look on her face, she reached to take the glove off and managed to touch me, that was why my body felt the agony it did. But that only sufficed to send me into rage, her mutation couldn't even handle that. I grabbed her hand and pinned her to the bed, stabbing her with my other claws.
The look of surprise and fear on her face was like a lance to my heart now. My teeth were gritted as my claws twisted, making a disgusting crunching sound as her bones snapped. She gurgled, something that sounded like "Why Logan?" But I couldn't be sure. All too soon she was dead, cut off too soon from my touch that would of healed her. But it was enough that the rage worse off and I collapsed.
Now here I was, cradling her body, that I was responsible. I never wanted it to be here, never wanted her to know the horror of what I really was. She was the one that trusted me, her foolish teenage crush. And this was all it got her. I held her to me tightly, willing her to absorb me again, to bring her back, but it was futile. She was gone, and I was the monster that killed her.