Story Scene

[adamantiumloner]

Logan sat out on a white swinging bench hanging from the back porch of the mansion. His eyes were fixed out on the horizon watching as the sun set over the trees. The chain squeaked lightly as the bench swung back and forth and he began to doze off.

He was awaken by the sound of chopper blades slicing through the air on thier approach. His eyes snapped open and he looked out over the trees and saw the forms of helicopters caught in the moonlight. He snarled and moved to get up and then felt the cold steel of a gun muzzle pressed against his ear. "Hey there Wolverine...miss me? We sure missed you." He growled low and attacked. The movement was fast and fierce, his arm swinging around and claws extending in one swift motion. There was the sound of metal slicing coinciding or being followed quickly after with a sharp bang.

The porch swing crashed down on the porch with a loud bang and Logan fell out of it with a resounding thud. He got up snarling and whirling around and growled in annoyance when he saw the porch and sky empty. Straightening up Logan retracted his claws and grumbled in irritation as he tried to smooth down his raised neck hairs and looked at the mess he'd made of the porch swing.

Comments

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"That is a very scary thought. People are suppose to move on and stuff, build a life without the paranoid mother figure..." it was kindas depressing actually. "It comes to that, help me fake my death fore their own good."

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"I do that an where does that leave them? More'n likely coming to me an that there is a scary thought. But I don't see anyone in the lot right now who could come close to doin your job. I'd be a default just because they know I'd at least stick up for em."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"You ever been so dambn afraid you were going to screw something like this up?" she asked at last, thinking it over. "What the hell do I know? My own mother is probbaly still hunting my head and happily remebers the beatings...where do I get off stepping up to the plate?"

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"Hey somethings you learn from bad example, maybe cus yours was screwed up you can know how to keep others from being the same way. Not like I got a right here either Kit so who am I ta say?"

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

She stared at him bl;ankly for a moment then sighed "You're not helping reassure me you know" she grumbled. "Just promise you'll keep an eye on me? Make sure I dopn't go wrong?"

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, not really something I got a knack for. But yeah, I'll keep an eye on you but I'm pretty sure there ain't nothing to worry about you going wrong."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"Call me paranoid." she said with a dry chuckle. "Besides, I wouldn't trust anyone else to watch me"

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

"Ain't that a nice compliment." He said and gave her a nod.

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"As good as it gets from me and remains sincere" she admitted. "Well, we ready to call it a night?"

[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

He tipped back the last of his coffee in a semi salute to her and then nodded, "Yep."

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

She smiled softly and saluted him the last of her coffee before they wended their way back to the car and home.

~Fin~