Dream \\\ One: Animal I have become ///
“Whatever the reasons you’re doing this, focus on them. It help you through the pain.”
“Trust me, I’ve been through worse...”
His words echo in his head and he is not so sure anymore if he did lived worse pain before. The fire burns wildly inside of him, his body instinctively trashing against the feeling. He aches deeply, all the way through his bones and only the water around him dims his screams.
“If I’m going with you, I’m coming for blood. No code of conduct, no law. Just point me in the right direction and get the hell out of my way...”
Vengeance. This is what he should be focusing on, but as he feels the muscles of his heart, it becomes harder and harder to focus. The pain in his chest is unlike the one he feels in the rest of his body and he squeezes his eyes even more, so tightly that he can almost see the blinding white light of pain.
“I’ve got your dog tags back. You left them in Africa.”
“I want new ones.”
“What do you want them to say?”
“Wolverine...”
Kayla. He can see her now. She smiles softly at him, like she has always done when he would hold her close at night, when he could pretend his past was just a very long nightmare. The pain has stopped, the incessant beeping that had seemed to get faster and faster is now silent. The darkness has given way to warm, comforting light. For the first time in Logan’s life, he feels truly at peace.
“His heart gave out.”
“It doesn’t matter. The experiment worked. Ship his body to the Island.”
No. He can’t die yet. Just not yet. Victor has to pay for what he’s done to Kayla. He feels the pain of claws piercing out, familiar yet different as he feels the cold metal covering them now.
“I think he heard you...”
He trashes against the restrains and the new weight of his bones gives him the strength necessary to pull them out. With a growl he stands in the water tank, looking back at the scientists on the ledge, bent over the railing. If looks could kill, he would not have to get to them as he glares at them. A shot rings in the air and he can hear the bullets as they hit his skull: the distinct sound of metal clicking against metal. The pain and the idea of not having to feel bullets in his brain ever again makes him snarl. He feels the bullets being pushed out of his skin and barely see them fall in the tank.
“Become the animal, Logan. Embrace that other side of you...”
He smirks. Ever since Africa he has hated that side of him. But now he lets it take over his senses, his mind, his consciousness as he jumps out of the tank and drives the adamantium claws into the body of the nearest guard. He jumps on the second one with a brutal scream......
[Wakes up screaming, claws drawn out, fist in front of him as to kill the men in his nightmare, a flurry of feathers around him, testament to the pillow that was destroy during his dream. He breathes heavily for a moment before retracting the claws, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. If one is attentive enough, one can see the skin of his knuckles healing itself in a matter of few seconds as he passes his hand over his face.]
“Trust me, I’ve been through worse...”
His words echo in his head and he is not so sure anymore if he did lived worse pain before. The fire burns wildly inside of him, his body instinctively trashing against the feeling. He aches deeply, all the way through his bones and only the water around him dims his screams.
“If I’m going with you, I’m coming for blood. No code of conduct, no law. Just point me in the right direction and get the hell out of my way...”
Vengeance. This is what he should be focusing on, but as he feels the muscles of his heart, it becomes harder and harder to focus. The pain in his chest is unlike the one he feels in the rest of his body and he squeezes his eyes even more, so tightly that he can almost see the blinding white light of pain.
“I’ve got your dog tags back. You left them in Africa.”
“I want new ones.”
“What do you want them to say?”
“Wolverine...”
Kayla. He can see her now. She smiles softly at him, like she has always done when he would hold her close at night, when he could pretend his past was just a very long nightmare. The pain has stopped, the incessant beeping that had seemed to get faster and faster is now silent. The darkness has given way to warm, comforting light. For the first time in Logan’s life, he feels truly at peace.
“His heart gave out.”
“It doesn’t matter. The experiment worked. Ship his body to the Island.”
No. He can’t die yet. Just not yet. Victor has to pay for what he’s done to Kayla. He feels the pain of claws piercing out, familiar yet different as he feels the cold metal covering them now.
“I think he heard you...”
He trashes against the restrains and the new weight of his bones gives him the strength necessary to pull them out. With a growl he stands in the water tank, looking back at the scientists on the ledge, bent over the railing. If looks could kill, he would not have to get to them as he glares at them. A shot rings in the air and he can hear the bullets as they hit his skull: the distinct sound of metal clicking against metal. The pain and the idea of not having to feel bullets in his brain ever again makes him snarl. He feels the bullets being pushed out of his skin and barely see them fall in the tank.
“Become the animal, Logan. Embrace that other side of you...”
He smirks. Ever since Africa he has hated that side of him. But now he lets it take over his senses, his mind, his consciousness as he jumps out of the tank and drives the adamantium claws into the body of the nearest guard. He jumps on the second one with a brutal scream......
[Wakes up screaming, claws drawn out, fist in front of him as to kill the men in his nightmare, a flurry of feathers around him, testament to the pillow that was destroy during his dream. He breathes heavily for a moment before retracting the claws, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. If one is attentive enough, one can see the skin of his knuckles healing itself in a matter of few seconds as he passes his hand over his face.]