Post by Wolverine on Jul 31, 2004 16:18:01 GMT -5
This is what one might call a teaser trailer for a fan fic I'm going to write. I just couldn't wait to show you guys. So here it is.
The hot blades pierced through his skin, running down each of his shoulders. He struggled to break free as they delved deepper and deepper into his flesh. He cried out in pain, trying to escape, but it was of no use. His vision started to haze as blood slow started to seep from the wounds in his arms and the boiling metal wrapped itself around his bones. His lungs started to tighten as he felt himself being submerged under water again, and then everything went black.
Logan sat up with a start, cold sweat pouring down his brow, he struggled to catch his breath as he looked around his dark room. Another night of sleep lost to nightmares.
Jean Grey strolled into the kitchen of the Xavier Institute early on a Thursday morning. Logan was sitting at the table, his eyes were half-closed and blood-shot, his head resting in his arms. She sat down next to him a worried look on her face.
"Not get any sleep?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. Logan nodded. "Don't worry," she said standing, "We're going to get this all figured out." Jean wasn't sure if even she believed her words. As of late, Logan seemed to be getting less and less sleep and his energy was slowly draining away. "Can I get you something to eat?" she asked, going to the refridgerator to get her own breakfast.
Logan shook his head, "I'm fine."
Jean sat down next to him again, gently stroking his hair, "You have to eat something," she said softly, "you haven't eatten anything in the last two days."
"I told you, I'm not hungry," Logan stood and walked away. Jean watched him go, then, with a sigh went back to her business.
Logan knew what he had to do. How to make the dreams disappear. He had to find out what happened to him, why it happened to him. But the question was "how?" He had tried looking for it on his own, which had lead him to dead ends or even more questions. He had asked Prof. Xavier, which was proving not to be as productive as he had hoped. He knew there was only one thing left. Only one person he could talk to that would tell him everything he wanted. One person who had nothing to gain or lose from him learning the truth. Magneto.
So, what did ya think? I put up some new polls regarding this, so check 'em out.
Wolverine
The hot blades pierced through his skin, running down each of his shoulders. He struggled to break free as they delved deepper and deepper into his flesh. He cried out in pain, trying to escape, but it was of no use. His vision started to haze as blood slow started to seep from the wounds in his arms and the boiling metal wrapped itself around his bones. His lungs started to tighten as he felt himself being submerged under water again, and then everything went black.
Logan sat up with a start, cold sweat pouring down his brow, he struggled to catch his breath as he looked around his dark room. Another night of sleep lost to nightmares.
Jean Grey strolled into the kitchen of the Xavier Institute early on a Thursday morning. Logan was sitting at the table, his eyes were half-closed and blood-shot, his head resting in his arms. She sat down next to him a worried look on her face.
"Not get any sleep?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. Logan nodded. "Don't worry," she said standing, "We're going to get this all figured out." Jean wasn't sure if even she believed her words. As of late, Logan seemed to be getting less and less sleep and his energy was slowly draining away. "Can I get you something to eat?" she asked, going to the refridgerator to get her own breakfast.
Logan shook his head, "I'm fine."
Jean sat down next to him again, gently stroking his hair, "You have to eat something," she said softly, "you haven't eatten anything in the last two days."
"I told you, I'm not hungry," Logan stood and walked away. Jean watched him go, then, with a sigh went back to her business.
Logan knew what he had to do. How to make the dreams disappear. He had to find out what happened to him, why it happened to him. But the question was "how?" He had tried looking for it on his own, which had lead him to dead ends or even more questions. He had asked Prof. Xavier, which was proving not to be as productive as he had hoped. He knew there was only one thing left. Only one person he could talk to that would tell him everything he wanted. One person who had nothing to gain or lose from him learning the truth. Magneto.
So, what did ya think? I put up some new polls regarding this, so check 'em out.
Wolverine