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THEY REMEMBER

Blood
He could smell it in the air
He could feel it seeping into his gloves, making his fingers wet with it
He could taste the coppery tang of it, He swallowed hard pushing the taste down his throat.
Logan stood in the center of the garden of shredded bodies he had just made. He had killed six men in an instant. He had let his claws drink their fill of life and feasted on flesh. Dark crimson lined his claws with splotches of black covered the usual silver metal. Through it all Logan could still see it, He could still smell it, He could still see the dried pink on the edges of the claws on his right hand.
Blood
Her Blood
Logan ran through the brush as fast as his legs would carry him. He could still smell it, her blood, It was flowing from his own heart. In his mind he could see those eyes. Those gods damn wonderful blue eyes. No matter where he would run those eyes would always find him.
A sound
The smell of gun oil and lit tobacco
More guards
Logan sunk lower into the shadows. He could see them from here. Hydra guards walking down a man made path just in front of him. Logan moved silently out of the brush
The guards had been talking and joking, not taking any notice that Death itself was standing behind them
Logan sheared the first one from hip to color bone. He fell to the ground in a heap only getting a glace at what used to be his body
The other guard barely had time to raise his weapon as his arm was taken off at the shoulder. A fist slammed into the guard’s throat before he could cry out. He fell to the in a rain of blood and cries.
Logan watched the man convulse on the ground for a moment before stepping toward him.
“P..P…Please don’t” he said, trying to raise his voice higher than the rasp that was escaping it, “I have a family”
“So did I” Logan buried his claws into the guards chest and watched his eyes go dark. Logan stood with his eyes still on the dead guard. As the last hint of life fled from the guards body. He saw those eyes again. Logan fell to his knees, clutching his head and slamming his eyes shut
-God dammit no stop it!!-
Those eyes full of love
-Get the Fuck out of my head!!-
Those eyes full of understanding
-Please, I’m sorry Don’t-
Those eyes full of forgiveness
“GOD DAMMIT STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
Logan clutched at his head trying to bury it all away. The smell of the blood, the feel of her hair, That look in her eyes. It was the last thing in the world he wanted. Her forgiveness.
He glanced up at the sky and hoarsely whispered “Ro……”
In a Maelstrom of pain and memory it all came flooding back to him





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