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He is on his ride. He is on the run.

Not from someone….

…but for someone

For HER

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Reaching the seaboard, he catches her scent, Sweet honey, vanilla and sandalwood.

….and something else.

Something that he doesn’t like.

Something that unnerves him….angers him.

FEAR

Her fear

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“I’ve tracked her to the docks,” he speaks into the communicator. “She’s here….somewhere.”
“We are on our way,” the telepath answers him.

“Pardon me for not waiting.”

-SNIKT- the claws are out….and the hunt is on.

Hunt of those who captured her….tormented her.

Its time, that the hunters become the hunted.

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“You’re too late,” the Hungun taunts him, her spirit controlled body hovering in the air

‘Ororo,’ he calls out silently as her lightening strikes him and tosses his metal-laced body over the sides.

Her majestic visage the last thing he sees….

….before everything turns black.

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“Sorry,” she is standing away from him.
“Hmmm,” he gives her a confused look. “What fer?”

“For earlier,” she doesn’t come closer. “For what I did to you.”
“No skin of my back,” he tries to shrug it off. “Well come to think of it, there was some scraped when I hit the deck.”

“Logan,” she smiles in spite of himself.
“Come ‘ere,” he slides to make space for her, raising his hand in a physical invitation.

“Aren’t you afraid,” she sits hesitantly.
“Of….” He waits for her to continue.

“Me, I mean what I can do?” her tone is sad. “What if someone else gains control over me? What if something like this happens again?”
“Hmmm….” He wonders silently.

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“Are ya afraid of me?” he returns her question.
“No,” she answers frankly. “Why should I be?”

“Cause, me losing control or being controlled externally is possible more than it happening with ya,” he reminds her of his past and the reality that resides inside him.
“Hmmm….” She too muses, a soft smile lighting her face.

“Got it, didn’tcha,” his large hand covers the empty space to reach hers.
“Yes,” she leans slightly towards him, far enough to maintain friendly innocence, but close enough for mingling their breaths.

“Just like each other,” he once again reminds her.
“Yes,” the smile is brighter now. “Just like each other.”

“Two of a kind”

Note: Episode: African Storm (Season 2)

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