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No “ I don’t need half of anything.
Give all the sky to me!
Give all the Earth!
Seas and rivers, mountain avalanches.
All mine “ I don’t agree on a sharing!
No, life, I’m not agree on part.
I don’t want half of happiness,
And half of sorrow I don’t want!

- Logan, wait …- Ororo whispered silently, when the door has already slapped. Storm didn’t know to whom she told these words: Wolverine however wouldn’t hear her so maybe … to herself? Nevertheless, these words escaped, and one more person caught them. Acute sight from under red hair slipped on the girl and stopped on the person, silently trying to find the answer to creeping in doubts.
- Stormy, ma chere, don’t worry. Maybe, Rouge is right: Logan is big boy, he can manage himself… - Gambit approached to the girl and slightly hugged her.
- You are going to let him off? But… - Storm looked at everyone, but coming across Professor, broke off.
- Ororo, we have no right to interfere with Logan’s life if he doesn’t want it. “ Xavier shook his head.
"You don’t understand, you don’t know anything!" “ Someone's voice shouted in Storm’s soul, but the long-term habit to control herself didn’t allow to express it aloud.
- But … I … yes, you are right, Professor … but I think … - Storm felt, that her words sound very hesitantly and she added, damning herself for lie: - Logan can’t take part in fights if he isn’t in mansion. We lose the best fighter, Professor.
Ororo was surprised how she easily lied. Why she is so was afraid to tell the real reason? She doesn’t want to let off Logan because … because … he is her friend, ‘cuz he needs a help … and … Goddess, what’s wrong with her? Blushed like a schoolgirl. And when Gambit looks at her surprisingly, she felt confused as if she was an overtaken unawares with a cigarette in hands in a school toilet …
- You are right, Storm! “ Scott’s voice deduced her from mediation. “ Personally, I’m tired of his behavior. And animal habits …
Ороро turned pale. Gambit, noticed it, and sharply said:
- Scott, shut up! I’m tired of your grumbling!
- But it is the truth! Logan leaves, when he wants, comes, when he wants. Pretends that he is a solo hero…
Ororo was irate. She always was angry, when someone badly responded about the other member of team. Whether she wanted that or not, but mansion became her home, and his inhabitants “ her family. She loved everybody, even if she didn’t understand all features of the friends. Gambit … the Moth, which has casually flown in a team. Ororo knew, that Remy it is not created for such life, that Xavier ideas didn’t really interest him. The handsome boy, who is always accused. Remy was elder than she, but Ororo saw the intimidated child in him, which past through dirty school of life … And Logan … Logan is an embodiment of something primitive, natural, genuine, but Ororo never thought that he is animal. What animal will so bravely protect his friends and family how Wolverine did in each fight? She felt a little bit uncomfortable at his presence, but in safety - always. For Storm Logan was a riddle over which she puzzled. Strong, uncompromising, proud, but in the meantime such sensitive and vulnerable … she heard his screams at night, groans from nightmares and spiteful curses … he hated himself for display of weakness, therefore he more protected the life from encroachments of others. They called him animal because of that, but Ororo knew, that he needed help to make the only unique step… Ororo felt excitement every time when she saw him: a mix of fear and strange boundless trust. It seems, these two concepts are incompatible but it was so … she was afraid of his force, but was completely sure, that he will never apply it in evil, especially to her. He is not such person… And now Storm could not understand what Scott is speaking. Can’t they see that Logan needs help?
- I think, we should give him time, - expressed Jean. All agreed, only Gambit shrugged shoulders and threw one more sight on Ororo.
- Excellent! “ Cheered up Scott, - and now all to the rooms. Gather quickly, or we will be late for conference!

Logan has never dreamed. He just didn’t know, what it is. If he wanted something “ he operated, instead of sitting and sighing about his destiny. And now he dreamed. Dreamed to thoughts left him. Thoughts, heavy, as a hang-over from whisky, sharp, as his claws and black, as night. He wished to get rid of a stupid pain in a head which drove him mad, get rid of fear before himself … Essex’s words got stuck in his inflamed brain, pressed with meaning, terrible meaning… But Logan found forces to recognize, that he thought about even before unknown operation. He always interested, who is he actually? Logan … or…Wolverine? Shit… He is a HUMAN… “Then for what I have claws? Why from millions people Striker has chosen me? Has he seen a predator, who slept in me? I have killed before. But now I WANT to kill. To KILL and WANT to kill “ are different things, too different … I never was sorry that I killed my victims, all of them were guilty: they or me…
…And that unfortunate mousy?...
Logan recollected the corpse in his hands. The first innocent victim. He regretted. About a mousy, a small lump of the life beaten in his hands. And he could solve her destiny, could let her off. But the feeling of authority above a trembling essence was too sweet, that he failed to overcome it. Suddenly before his eyes flew a picture filled with feelings and emotions, so real and so … desired? The horror of the victim impregnated air, rushing in lungs …
Eyes expanded for fear in which it is reflected his, Logan’s, enraged face … something alive, pulsing in his palms, but not poor, weak mouse. It is a thin neck with blue veins … And taste… this taste of blood in a mouth, copper taste …
It pursued Logan all this three days that he carried out in a cabin. It seemed, all has got color, smell and taste of blood: bloody strings have filled a room, the fireplace rejected bloody patches of light on his pale hungry face. Logan could not eat, he felt salty blood on tongue … he was afraid of this taste and simultaneously wished it… Days smoothly passed in night, the horror of a reality developed into nightmares, transferred him to the world of chimeras …
“What I want? Authorities, forces … what?”
Logan reflected, why he was so afraid of the rapacity? Animals are much better than people. Human“ the pity false creature, spending life on destruction… How many times he met unworthy people and couldn’t make anything. And to whom, how not to him, to solve their destiny? He “ is a predator, but is a human too… He was on both sides, he has the right to judge …
“Stop! What a fuck I’m talking about?! What I’m thinking about! I can’t, I can’t allow them to take me … I AM A HUMAN, I want to live, to feel. I do not want to lose myself!!!”
Logan rose from fur and left a cabin, he substituted his face to a night wind … he will cope, certainly will cope … It can not in another way. He is strong, dexterous as … as an animal!
"Fuck!" “ Logan growled, and returning to a cabin, opened canned food and sworn himself that will eat everything, even if it will be not only blood’s taste, but also glue’s, decay’s and a mould’s … though his organism was quickly restored, famine, a sleeplessness and heavy ideas exhausted Logan. A bit later, banishing all happened events, Wolverine was forgotten by painful disturbing dream … he remembered, that in the his dreams he heard a voice in which he, with horror, found out his own:
"…I shall receive everything, what I want … I have a right … "

I betray you like pig,
But despite of it there is no control,
And your eyes ask me:
" What for? What for? "
And your look’s hateful, insatiable
“ like I’m an enemy for you,
And I beg you vainly:
" What for? What for? "

Ororo stretched a hand to the door handle and again omitted. Something prevented her to open a door and enter a cabin. But it was necessary …
Ororo at once understood, where was Logan. In the world there was only one place where he could feel like in a house. A cabin constructed by him, a semblance of shelter from an external world. At the heaviest minutes of his life he always left them, and went to his cabin: he didn’t want his friends saw his despair. Only his strength and so pride …
Ororo never was in his cabin, but she knew where is it. Leaving a mansion, Ororo still didn’t believe, that she was going to Logan. But the decision was accepted long time ago. She needed to see Logan, to be convinced, that he is all right. Maybe then at last her heart wouldn’t cease so wildly from every knock and she wouldn’t shudder more with each clap of an entrance mansion’s door, hoping, guessing, praying, that it is Logan. All his life he’d carried problems on himself, even when Xavier had offered to shift a part from them on his shoulders, Logan had refused …
She should try to help him. She didn’t see him three days, since their last meeting in that day when he has returned. His sight pursued her and didn’t let her sleep at night, prevented to concentrate, distracted in every possible way and more deeply forced to be immersed in a chasm of a dark blue mad flame, crazy and unrestrained. How many feelings, earlier carefully hidden, were possible to see in his eyes! Pain, uncertainty, fear, horror, despair …But most strongly was burning strange madness and something else that she could not distinguish, though again and again she represented a dark blue flame of his eyes. She had to understand what’s wrong with him.
Stop! Had to? Maybe, she just wanted? Ororo take away already stretched hand. She should understand, WHAT FOR she wants to solve it … for interest of a team … or for own interest? Maybe, it’s bigger, than simply interest? She needs to think …
Today's night promises to be sleepless … for now she should talk to Logan, try to help this strong and proud person. He need help, whatever he said.
Ororo was broken off between desire to escape and fear for Logan.
"If something happens with him, and I, because the stupidity, won’t help him, I would never forgive myself …"
Ororo looked at the clear blue-sky, inhaled fresh wood aroma and I pressed the door handle …

“I can’t take it anymore. Maybe I will be an animal or devil himself, but I want it!!! I want to feel fear of a victim, a cold, spilled on veins … and blood … such hot and fragrant … So fine on taste … So … Damn! Blood … What for? I love beer, for supper “ a potato with meat … fried. But meat is much tastier in crude type … Scarlet, profusely bleeding, gentle … FUCK! I can not constrain HIM anymore!! He tears to free. And he wins … No!!! I won’t allow, I won’t allow to lose myself. I won’t let out the Predator, I won’t become an animal!!!
But, my God, it would be so desirable to stick claws into alive trembling flesh, to break off it on pieces, to taste a blood, to revel in the victim.
No, I’ll cope … I always coped and now I can. But …why I should? To be hidden from myself. I’m an actually animal! No!! Yes!!! For THEM I’ll always be half-animal. They don’t even think about my feelings and about my pain, they have already given me up as a bad job. As, a dirty Wolverine! He’s not able to tell lies to face, to laugh at a back, and to flatter! He’s an animal! I’m so tired … They struck off me from the list of people and, for some reason, overlooked to take an interest, whether I agree … But I am still alive, and it means, I’ll struggle. Stop, Logan, you already can change nothing; you DO NOT WANT to change it at all. All is completed. All of them laugh over me, even SHE. For what? I have done nothing … I tried to be like everybody, to tell lies, but I couldn’t. It’s my fault, but THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME!!! I hate all of them! So much…
Stop… I’ve noticed you for a long time … when you were there, behind the door. I’ve felt your presence, have heard your breath, have sensed your smell, became a stick, broken under your leg, wind disarranging your hair …
Curiosity and the rests of respect for me struggled in you. I wouldn’t detain you if you left. But No! You want to look at unprecedented animal, it’s soooo interesting to you! Now I’ll not let you go. You think, I don’t see you? No, I’ll find out you in any place and in any time … You’re so good in your indecision, with what pleasure I would kiss you in a neck, would warm up with my touches, so it won’t hurt when I’ll pierce your soft skin with my teeth … But you hate me, therefore I’ll act with you like … like an animal, if you want … The ball comes to the player. Though in my case it is better to tell so: the player comes to a ball … Storrrrrrm … Orrrrrrorrrrrro … yours a name is created for me, for a predator … Orrrrorrrrrro … Why you’ve come, baby?! You’re the last whom I wished it …

Ororo came in a gloomy room. It was shipped in twilight, only near a wall the sight snatched out a stain of light “ a fireplace. It roughly shined a room with dying fire. In breaks between flashes she saw a floor, entirely covered with wolf’s fur. Muzzles of dead animals wearily looked at her. Ororo involuntarily closed her eyes and removed a sight.
- Logan … - girl whispered silently and slightly quailing.
Silence.
She peered into a distant, almost not illuminated corner, and noticed the dark figure, which was double up in a ridiculous pose and muttered something.
Her heart compressed from a pain at view of what happened with the most brave, most strong-willed, strong soldier of their team.
"What Essex made with him?" “ Ororo thought bitterly.
Once more silent, but a persevering appeal flied from lips:
- Logan …
- Ororo … - not lifting a head, Wolverine said through set teeth, trying not to look at the Ororo’s excited face. “ What you’re doing here?
Words were given hardly, hoarse voice was more like a growl.
Ororo with horror observed of the stiffened figure in a corner.
- I … I wanted to find out … you wasn’t in mansion for so a long … how are you?
- Not bed, thanks.
"But I constantly desire blood and fear, desire to feel a pain of a victim … now you’re standing right in front of me, and I think, how not to jump and kill you. Basically, everything is excellent."
Ororo suddenly found out that for some reason uninvited tears dimmed her eyes …
“Stupid girl! Came here, being tormented by anxiety, worrying for him, well, has received feeble welcome. But what I waited? That Logan will meet her with open arms, will give you a hot tea and offer to go with her to mansion? Certainly, I never represented it. But … why it is so insulting and hurting? I just wanted to check up, whether everything is all right. Well, why are you standing? Everything is clear. He isn’t glad you to see! Leave! "
But no, Ororo didn’t use to recede before difficulties. She made a step.
-Stop! “ Logan roared, - No, come up to to a fireplace. NOW! “ He bellowed, noticing her confusion.
“He’d become so malicious … O.K, he had never been good-natured person … but to be so irritated in the slightest occasion …I must help him? But how?" “ Ororo silently approached to a fireplace.
- It’s so cold here. Nothing, if I’ll put some more fire wood?
" Well, Logan, say something! "
From under the confused hair, Wolverine saw, how girl lowered on a floor, turning up legs under her and vigorously began to move ashes with a stick.
"In what game are you playing with me, baby?"
Ororo amplify looked at fire to keep the tears. If now she will cry “ he will become angry even more.
- We all worry for you… - not rising with a floor, Ororo said. This phrase angered Logan. Three adamantium claws flashed, but Wolverine didn’t move from floor.
-What a fuck are you talking about?! You? Worry for me? You all will be glad, if I fade away forever. What a fuck? Why have you come here?
Ororo jumped, choking with indignation and anger, compressed fists in powerless rage, but, seeing a hopelessness of Logan’s pose, whispered:
- I came here to help you …
"You came here to look, what I’ve become. Why you can’t just live me alone? It’s not a zoo! I’m an animal, but I’m free! Has looked? Pleased? " Logan felt, as the bitterness is spilled in a brain, burning out all feelings, even hatred.
-Get out! And never come here again, understood?!
Ororo felt, how something was torn inside. She didn’t deserved such reference from him, she … she worried for him! It’s not similar even for Logan …
“My God, what happened with him? I was right: all is worse, than I thought … he can’t control himself… Essex! Remy was right … And we didn’t listen him … Thought that he would cope … Logan “ indestructible like still. But even steel can be bent, if to know how…Dear Logan, will you ever forgive us? We left you alone with problems! And even didn’t offer the help … But now I won’t leave you…
- Logan, how can I help you?
Wolverine strained. Why she isn’t leaving? One more moment and he will completely lose control above his yearned exhausted mind. Logan lifted a head, his dark blue eyes met her light blue.
"Well, baby, guess, how you can help me… Guessed? I see, guessed… What’s wrong? You are afraid of me? You are afraid to become my mousy? "
Ororo met Logan’s eyes and started back. It was awful to see there so much cruelty and a pain, impetuous animal fury, wild primitiveness, an extraordinary rage which only animals are capable of and … desire to kill …to kill without the reason … only for the sake of satisfaction … Goddess…It’s not Logan … It’s Wolverine…
Logan risen and walk on a Ororo’s direction, gradually leaving from a shadow. Madman’s sight … or animal’s … Curved mouth … grin of a predator … smile of a predator … a bristle of three-day prescription … the bloodless lips… wrinkles on frowned forehead … torn form. It wasn’t Logan … not a human … it was a predator, strong, hardy, severe … ideal assistant… his body, despite of three-day deprivations, was still strong and dexterous, but his soul died. She saw it in his abrupt movements, hoarse heavy breath … But she can help him! She was sure!
- You want to help me?
"She’s laughing over me. She’s again laughing over me!"
Ororo, despite of fear, sincerely wished to deduce Logan from such condition. Girl uncertainly nodded.
- And you don’t know, HOW to help me?
- Yes …
"You know everything! Why do you scoff over me? If Gambit understood everything, you even did! "
- Why do you want to help me?
Logan’s question confused Ororo. She always asked herself this question, and the answer was …
- You are my friend, Logan, and I want …
She didn’t understand, what had happened at the following moment. The world began to spin, the ground left from under legs, fires dazzled in eyes… Consciousness returned in thirty seconds … With image of Logan hanging above her … Ororo felt prickly fur under her, but more prickly were Wolverine’s eyes … there were such rage and pain, that girl was frightened even more…
"My God, why she is cruel with me? I don’t need her friendship … What she scoffs over me?! "
- FRIEND??? I don’ need your friendship! You know everything! I want you, Ororo!!!
Strom was dumbfounded by his words. She suddenly understood, WHAT he could do with her …
- Logan, please … Calm down…
- CALM DOWN?! Say, that you love me! Say, that you love!
Logan hung above Ororo stretched over the flour; squeezing her hands above a head. His face was deformed by furiousness, almost like in his dreams … or nightmares …
- I … I … don’t do it, Logan!
- What, I’m not worth of you?! Cuz I’m an animal! The dirty fucking animal, who hasn’t got a rights to love such person, like you! Yes?
- No, Logan, you’re not an animal … Please, you are hurting me … Please…
Her fear and tears demented Logan. He could not understand, what wants more: to kill her or to kiss her to death …
- I’m afraid… I am afraid of you, Logan …
Wolverine lost a head from her words. Fear … trembling of a victim … His mouth covered hers. He forced her to open a mouth and to let his tongue enter, has stuck into her lips, as if he wanted to exhaust all life from her. Ороро tried to wake up, sure in unreality of an event, but the nightmare didn’t want to finish. She didn’t believe up to the last moment, that the madman above her “ Logan, the man, whom she trusted like to herself …
Logan flamed more and more. No, he will never kill her. He needed her alive, shouting, and begging about mercy and reading in his eyes refusal … she played with him “ now it’s his turn. And he won’t miss his chance!
- Say, THAT YOU LOVE ME!!!
- Logan, stop, recall, who you are!!! “ Ороро through a veil of tears saw the wild face of Logan.
- An animal… a predator…
- Logan, please…
- I want you! “ He shouted hoarsely, one hand gripping her hands, and another clawed unstitching her jeans on a lateral seam, not paying attention that he’s cutting a soft skin of her legs. Blood has acted from fresh wounds, and Logan, becoming crazy from copper, such long-awaited smell, flew into a rage all more… Ороро coiled under him, trying to release, but his malicious hungry predator’s was iron. “ you…you knew…knew that.
Logan didn’t finish his speaking and placed his lips on her scratches, instantly releasing her hands. Ororo pushed away from him, trying to crawl away. Logan linked the drops of blood from his lips, allowing Ororo to get up. He wanted to give her chance. The law of jungle “ the strongest survives.
- Well, baby, come on. Kill me with your lightning. But kill for certain “ if you won’t, I’ll find you and it will be even worse.
Ororo threw up her hands, some seconds painfully fighting with herself, then rushed into run.
"Very pity…"
One jump, as a shot of the compressed spring, and Wolverine overtook a victim. With bloody palms clamped her face, crashed into her lips, biting them, tormenting, enjoying the taste of blood, tears and loved, in spite of on anything, woman…

For some moment Ororo has forked. Her one part rushed, vainly trying to escape from embraces of an animal, and another took a detached view. This man cut her T-shirt and tries to pull down his jeans. But his hand is occupied with a victim, so he lets out her, and the Ororo-victim takes the last, doomed on a failure, attempt to run … Logan suffices her for ankle, and she again falls, leaving a bloody traces on a fur, scratching a wooden floor in hope to grasp something…
- Logan, no!!! Please, don’t!!! “ thunder roars behind a window, muffling her shouts.
- SHUT UP!
- LOGAN PLEASE…
- I SAID SHUT UP!
Logan with roughly parted her hips and with one sharp thrust entered in her body.
- NOO!!! - walls of a cabin shivered from deafening, heart-breaking shouts.
Both parts of the girl painfully screamed and united, bringing a double unreal pain.
This scent… scent of the lost virginity…scent of the victory…
Logan clasped her hips with clawed palms, forcing her to curve towards him … Sobs shook a fragile body, now freed hands shot up to the face, awkwardly trying to fence off from a nightmare in reality.
- DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES!!! LOOK AT ME! I SAID, LOOK AT ME!!!
Logan thought, that the best punishment for her will be an idea, that he “ an animal, can do everything with her, everything that he wants. And he wanted! He wanted her! For a long time, maybe for years, maybe for all his life … And she’d never looked at all at him. But at this time everything will be, as he wants! He trust in her again and again, roughly cruelly, not allowing to close her eyes …
The rain beats in a window, trying to break fragile glass and help helpless victim. Sky, shrouded in black clouds, yelled with her, Mother Nature shared her sufferings, but was not able to help.
‘It Is… lie … it’s too terrible be the truth … I should keep for consciousness, should bear it or he will kill me … Though if I’ll die, he, maybe, won’t even notice it. Goddess, why? Why he’s doing it? And why I can’t resist?’
‘I want you … I want you … I’ve waited this day for so long … you are afraid of me “ and it’s right… I am afraid of myself, too …’
‘I was mistaken. I trusted you. I always was mistaken. I trusted you as to myself. I was mistaken in you and in myself. You’ve broken all. Everything was mistake’
‘Who knew, that you so sweet? Oh.. I knew it! I want you!’
‘Logan, your clocks are broken. A-AH! It hurts …so much…Leave me! No! Kill me, Logan! Kill me, I want it so much!’
‘Don’t cry, baby… don’t shout so. You’re the one who’s guilty’.
‘It’s nonsense. World’s gone mad… together with me. Clock shows twelve. I’ve come at six. Time is indefinite. Time is ruthless. It is too fast for me. I can not … any more I don’t want in darkness … I’m so afraid … don’t want to come back …Darkness…’
- JESUS!!!

I understand “ it’s fear
And there is love, too.
I cherish it,
Though I’m not able to cherish,
Negligent guard of my own love.
I’m prisoner of my own fear.
And these moments “ I know “ are brief,
And all the light will disappear,
When your face emerges…

Predator suddenly left, gradually returning to Logan his own I. With horror he looked on naked and blooded Ororo, understanding all dirt and disgust of his act…
He raped women he loved … Raped brutally and roughly, caring neither about her feelings, nor about her body. He almost killed her … she lost her consciousness on time. Together with it, disappeared her pain, fear, and disgust, everything that encouraged animal’s fury and aspiration to full authority above a victim. Logan moaned and, seizing himself for hair, desperately examined the cabin in search of calmness, but saw only blood. Her blood … On fur, on walls, on his hands … Logan roared, enclosing in this shout all his despair, all hopelessness, all shame, horror and a rage on himself … Roar of a dying animal … Yes, animal died … inside him…
He’d never raped women. It was the most shameful and disgusting thing that the man could do in his life. Even animals don’t do it. Painful memoirs of this terrible moments pursued him … She screamed … so hard, that cabin’s walls shuddered, she sobbed and begged for mercy, but predator only enjoyed her fear. He trampled down her pride, rumpled her will, as he rumpled his own, he extinguished this soft pearl light, which was his guiding star.
Logan recall, what he did with her: how ruthlessly tore her clothes, all without exception, even her small silver medallion. His mind, his real mind was trapped in a predator’s cage, rushed and tore, trying to find an exit, to find the way to supervise. Her shouts hurried him, but he could do nothing … Predator was wild, ruthless, severe, unrestrained. He forced her to look at him, in his face, and Logan precisely knew, that if Ororo stays alive, till the end of her life she will hate dark blue color … And the consciousness obligingly showed, how some minutes ago he cut her soft skin with his teeth and claws, causing intolerable sufferings and intolerable pain, from which she could be rescued, only desperately shouting, thus chocking with own blood, pulled out of the broken off throat…
Now he’s a human again, can control himself and all this due to her … she again rescued him, pulled out from that hole which he unceasing dog to himself during these three days, locked up, in darkness, in cold, cherishing ideas about death, about blood, about uncountable victims groaning in an agony because of him… He enjoyed their tortures, but perished himself … she helped him, but what price! It’s better to die, than to see, how the only dear to you woman lays on the skins filled with her blood and hoarsely breathes, as still blood runs from fresh uncountable wounds which were put by HIM!
What painful torture … she didn’t deserved it … he promised himself, that he will always be with her, will protect her. Maybe they weren’t together, maybe for day they said to each other only several insignificant phrases, maybe they didn’t throw promising sights to each other, didn’t spend all free time together, maybe she even didn’t love him… It is not important. He was happy just to feel her respect and friendship, was happy just to admire her; moreover in pair with her to outdo arrogant Cajun and bore - Cyclops. And he destroyed this illusive hope for such small happiness. He caused her enormous sufferings. She will hate him till the end of her life, and he doesn’t know how further to live with this weight in his soul…
No, he will live, even for to torment himself with heavy burden of his act.
Logan cautiously looked at the woman, laying near him without consciousness, and again he shuddered. Animal! Animal! FUCKING ANIMAL!
Unexpectedly Logan made that he never did in the life: he lifted his , full of a pain and despair, eyes to the sky, and whispered:
- I do not know, whether you exist or not, I don’t care about it as I don’t care what will happen with me in a hell, I know I will be there, but I beg - make Ororo forget those sufferings that I have caused her as soon as it possible”.
No… such things can’t be forgotten… She will live with it…
Live? Constraining a shiver, Logan looked at the her again …
" She’s bleeding, she can die at any moment …I can’t let her die. I can’t take one more sin on my soul. Otherwise, I won’t sustain … Logan began to panic. He must do something. But what?
It’s a midnight, hospitals are closed …
IDIOT!!! In their mansion lives the best doctor in the world the, and he thinks about dirty hospitals!
No, she deserves the best, and he doesn’t care what team will think… he is guilty, even not simply guilty, but monstrously guilty … It will be very difficult, but when it in this life was easy for him? Maybe they will expel him, kill or something else… he doesn’t care… Only thing he cares about is Ororo…
Logan choose the softest and cleanest fur, cautiously covering girl. She didn’t move, only plaintively moaned.
Fur was smaller, than he expected.
"It’s summer now. She won’t get cold".
He slowly lifted girl and tenderly pressed her to his chest. He knew “ It’s last time he held her, saw her so close! It’s so hard, so painful to think about it.
Logan examined the cabin, in which all: both the sights, and smells reminded about the tragedy. He would never return here, in his shelter, which became a trap for both of them. Logan opened a door, feeling fresh night wind and inhaling a smell of freshness after the rain. Above a wood, there was a full moon, softly shining to the clean star sky.
Logan with sadness looked at the woods, but quickly turned away and went in the direction of a private residence. Each following step was more difficultly then previous, ‘cuz he knew, what waits for him THERE…





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