If Tony had said he would leave Mimmi be, this probably would've been the end of it. Logan would've went back to the tavern and finished his cigar and whiskey. But that post had been unsettling. Whatever had happened to Mimmi was clearly bad since Deior had punished him. But it wasn't enough.
Tony was going to leave Mimmi alone from here on out, because Logan was going to make sure of it.
He was in here, Logan could smell him. It was faint and almost too difficult to distinguish from everything else. But it was there. It was just a matter of finding where. "I ain't finished with you, Tony. Get out here."
Get out there? Oh, no, no, that wasn't Tony's style at all. Tony had never been good with physical violence, really, unless it was against a woman, a child, or someone smaller or weaker than him. He much preferred to use words to solve things, but it seemed like words wouldn't work this time.
His breath was coming faster, shaking, as the steady sense of absolute fear set in. He tried to calm himself down, but it was really a losing battle. He was terrified.
Tony coming out of the confessional was not going to be happening at all.
Okay fine. He wanted to do this the hard way. Logan's senses led him to the confessionals and he checked them all. One by one.
Until there's only one left. The time for talking was long over and done; Tony had had his chance. The door opened and when Logan spied Tony, he curled his hand into a fist.
Metal scraping across metal makes a distinctive sound. Snikt! "I said I ain't finished with you yet."
If Tony had thought he was terrified before, that was nothing compared to what he felt now. The man had claws coming from his hands, and he looked like he meant to use them.
"Oh god." Tony shot up, his hand clenching convulsively around the pipe as his journal fell from his lap to the floor, open, and he tread on it as he pressed his back against the wall, shuddering. "Oh god, please don't do this."
Normally Logan might've left the man alone, just for the begging. But this was a special situation. Mimmi had become very special to Logan and Tony needed to see and understand what was waiting for him if he ever decided to mess with her again.
Ain't nothing gonna help you now Tony. He stepped just far enough into the confessional and reached for his collar, to jerk him out, teeth bared.
Try as Tony might to resist being dragged out, Logan was stronger than him, much stronger. He stumbled out of the confessional, and fell to his knees on the floor, pressing his hands together palm-to-palm, squeezing his eyes shut once more- if he was going to die, he didn't want to look, didn't want to see it coming, not again.
Logan watched him fall to his knees, took a step back and reached for his collar again. "Don't come near her again." He means it. I mean if he even so much as smells you coming near her, we're going to be right back where we started. "Understood?" Hopefully those claws he's about to stab into Tony's gut will help him get the point.
"Mate, please, I promise, I promise! You don't have to do this, I've given you my word, haven't I? You don't have to do this! Please!" As he felt himself being dragged up from his knees, his eyes opened once more, and if Logan hadn't been holding onto him, he would have fallen to his knees once more.
All of Tony's pleas were falling on deaf ears. The thought of someone, anyone hurting Mimmi, just stirred up the beast Logan tried hard to control. He didn't say anything else. He just pushes his claws into Tony's abs. It's taking a little more effort than he remembers, so there's a little more force than necessary behind the blow.
"Oh, god, please don't-" Tony's final plea was cut short by the burst of pain as Logan's dulled claws entered his abdomen. He'd been stabbed before, by Vie, but it was worse this time, much worse- Vie's weapon had been sharp, and there had only been one of them.
As the claws withdrew, he stumbled back a step, pressing his hand to the bloody wounds. His mouth opened, but nothing came out except for a wordless noise of mingled pain and disbelief.
Tony was going to leave Mimmi alone from here on out, because Logan was going to make sure of it.
He was in here, Logan could smell him. It was faint and almost too difficult to distinguish from everything else. But it was there. It was just a matter of finding where. "I ain't finished with you, Tony. Get out here."
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His breath was coming faster, shaking, as the steady sense of absolute fear set in. He tried to calm himself down, but it was really a losing battle. He was terrified.
Tony coming out of the confessional was not going to be happening at all.
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Until there's only one left. The time for talking was long over and done; Tony had had his chance. The door opened and when Logan spied Tony, he curled his hand into a fist.
Metal scraping across metal makes a distinctive sound. Snikt! "I said I ain't finished with you yet."
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"Oh god." Tony shot up, his hand clenching convulsively around the pipe as his journal fell from his lap to the floor, open, and he tread on it as he pressed his back against the wall, shuddering. "Oh god, please don't do this."
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Ain't nothing gonna help you now Tony. He stepped just far enough into the confessional and reached for his collar, to jerk him out, teeth bared.
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As the claws withdrew, he stumbled back a step, pressing his hand to the bloody wounds. His mouth opened, but nothing came out except for a wordless noise of mingled pain and disbelief.
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