Almost Lover - Chapter 4: The Animal
Title: Almost Lover
Pairing: Logan/Marie (Rogan)
Rating: PG-13
Verse: AU
Genre: Angst, Shipper, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own X-MEN. X-MEN © Marvel
Summary: Logan has dreams about a certain heartache...one that he could've prevented.
Author's Notes:Problems soon to be fixed!
I looked at the closed door for a few moments, contemplating. Should I really take her up on that offer? I thought to myself. No. What does she know? She’s never felt such a pain before. This pain I was feeling was deeper than losing someone to a puppy dog romance. This was the type of pain that you could physically feel. The kind that at any given moment could hit you from the side and knock you off your feet.
I couldn’t stand being in that house a moment longer. I quickly threw my clothes from the day before on, pulled on my biker boots and jacket, and headed for my bedroom door. I reached for my keys on the dresser next to the door, that’s where I saw them. Those damned dog tags. She had given them to me, not long before she had died. Even though the smell of metal was prominent on them, I could smell her beautiful scent. I grabbed them, and held them to my nose. I let that sweet and succulent scent flow through me. I closed my eyes and I saw her that day on the train. I saw the desperation in her eyes, the need for my love, the love that I felt for her, but never truly gave her. It’s what she had really needed her entire life, and I the one person she truly wanted it from, was to stupid give it to her. Why? Because of my wretched pride. Because the Wolverine doesn’t show his feelings. I broke that beautiful soul without a second glance. I tore that beautiful creature apart.
Now angry with myself, I put the tags around my neck, grabbed my keys and headed towards the door. I didn’t care if I awoke anyone up; I just needed to get out of this house. I swiftly head for the garage, my anger rising, the animal rising. Who gave a damn if I was about to turn into the Wolverine? Most of the people here hated my guts. I jumped onto the bike; it sunk low on its shocks from the weight of the adamantium in my body. I then reached into my coat pocket, grabbed a Cuban cigar and my lighter. I stuck the cigar between my teeth, flicked a flame out of the lighter. After I took a drag from the cigar I started the engine to my bike. It roared viciously.
As I got onto a deserted highway I let my animal instincts take over. I could hear everything in the surrounding forest. I could smell the heard of deer nearby grazing. The wind through my hair was a wonderful feeling. The animal had almost completely taken over, and it felt good.
I saw a pull off ahead on the road, next to a forest trail. I decided I would burn some energy running. I pulled off of the road, and climbed off the bike. The smell of the forest always brought a familiar feeling to me. Not that I could remember why I felt it. The morning sun was steadily rising, which added elegant shadows across the ground as it protruded through the trees. I walked into a small patch of light, and let the heat seep into my skin. I inhaled the sweet forest air.
Suddenly I had the urge, the urge to run free in the woods. I heard the sound of a wolf pack near. Their persistent howls were inviting. It was then that the animal completely over took me. I ripped my jacket off, then my boots. I let out a low snarl, and quickly released my claws. I loved the smell they let off, warm adamantium.
I heard the leader of the pack howl, calling me to them once more, I ran towards the smell, towards the sound of them. Marie was the last thing on my mind at this point. The only thing I wanted was to run with creatures with instincts like me. I wanted to find something and simply kill it. I wanted to become the animal and never go back to the pain.
Pairing: Logan/Marie (Rogan)
Rating: PG-13
Verse: AU
Genre: Angst, Shipper, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own X-MEN. X-MEN © Marvel
Summary: Logan has dreams about a certain heartache...one that he could've prevented.
Author's Notes:Problems soon to be fixed!
I looked at the closed door for a few moments, contemplating. Should I really take her up on that offer? I thought to myself. No. What does she know? She’s never felt such a pain before. This pain I was feeling was deeper than losing someone to a puppy dog romance. This was the type of pain that you could physically feel. The kind that at any given moment could hit you from the side and knock you off your feet.
I couldn’t stand being in that house a moment longer. I quickly threw my clothes from the day before on, pulled on my biker boots and jacket, and headed for my bedroom door. I reached for my keys on the dresser next to the door, that’s where I saw them. Those damned dog tags. She had given them to me, not long before she had died. Even though the smell of metal was prominent on them, I could smell her beautiful scent. I grabbed them, and held them to my nose. I let that sweet and succulent scent flow through me. I closed my eyes and I saw her that day on the train. I saw the desperation in her eyes, the need for my love, the love that I felt for her, but never truly gave her. It’s what she had really needed her entire life, and I the one person she truly wanted it from, was to stupid give it to her. Why? Because of my wretched pride. Because the Wolverine doesn’t show his feelings. I broke that beautiful soul without a second glance. I tore that beautiful creature apart.
Now angry with myself, I put the tags around my neck, grabbed my keys and headed towards the door. I didn’t care if I awoke anyone up; I just needed to get out of this house. I swiftly head for the garage, my anger rising, the animal rising. Who gave a damn if I was about to turn into the Wolverine? Most of the people here hated my guts. I jumped onto the bike; it sunk low on its shocks from the weight of the adamantium in my body. I then reached into my coat pocket, grabbed a Cuban cigar and my lighter. I stuck the cigar between my teeth, flicked a flame out of the lighter. After I took a drag from the cigar I started the engine to my bike. It roared viciously.
As I got onto a deserted highway I let my animal instincts take over. I could hear everything in the surrounding forest. I could smell the heard of deer nearby grazing. The wind through my hair was a wonderful feeling. The animal had almost completely taken over, and it felt good.
I saw a pull off ahead on the road, next to a forest trail. I decided I would burn some energy running. I pulled off of the road, and climbed off the bike. The smell of the forest always brought a familiar feeling to me. Not that I could remember why I felt it. The morning sun was steadily rising, which added elegant shadows across the ground as it protruded through the trees. I walked into a small patch of light, and let the heat seep into my skin. I inhaled the sweet forest air.
Suddenly I had the urge, the urge to run free in the woods. I heard the sound of a wolf pack near. Their persistent howls were inviting. It was then that the animal completely over took me. I ripped my jacket off, then my boots. I let out a low snarl, and quickly released my claws. I loved the smell they let off, warm adamantium.
I heard the leader of the pack howl, calling me to them once more, I ran towards the smell, towards the sound of them. Marie was the last thing on my mind at this point. The only thing I wanted was to run with creatures with instincts like me. I wanted to find something and simply kill it. I wanted to become the animal and never go back to the pain.