|rogue. (absorptions) wrote in age_of_miracles,|
@ 2008-02-10 23:25:00
|Entry tags:||friends of humanity, iceman, pyro, rogue, wolverine|
Log: Iceman, Pyro, Rogue, and Wolverine
Who: John Allerdyce, Marie Allerdyce, Bobby Drake, and Logan
When: February 10/11th, 2008; late, late evening/early, early morning
Where: the FOH’s torture chamber thing
What: Logan to the rescue! Because that’s what he does. He rescues people.
Bobby had been gone too long... and Rogue might have been batshit crazy but he was worried about her, too. And maybe even a little worried about Pyro. Maybe part of him was concerned that Rogue had snapped and killed them both and then ran off----he didn't know. The last time he saw her, he was ordering her to explain to him why she'd sent him her hand in a box. He didn't know what she'd do. Still, he'd kept that part to himself and let everyone else blame the Friends of Humanity, because that was probably what was going on. He was allowed to have his suspicions, anyway.
The trail was cold, but that didn't stop Logan and other X-Men from scouring the landscape trying to find out what the fuck had happened. Logan was just out alone this time. He was wandering the woods outside the school for what seemed like the longest time, scouring the outermost areas of the grounds and really knowing he wouldn't find anything... he just wasn't willing to admit that he needed the time to be alone and not really do anything.
That was, of course, until a sudden pain hit him in the shoulder, he tripped over a tree root, and he fell flat on his face.
Logan could feel the needle pushing out of him just before the wound it made closed up, felt the drug in his blood before it was neutralized. Tranquilizer. He knew that feeling. His vision doubled for several moments before he found himself clear-headed again, ears perked and senses paying keen attention to the footsteps that were approaching.
"Hey----!" Female voice. He didn't think he knew it. Calling off in the opposite direction. "Got him in one!"
That was, however, before Logan growled under his breath and drew himself up to his feet, claws sliding out from between his knuckles with their signature snikt. The girl shrieked, jumping back in terror. A handgun was drawn from her belt and bullets were fired into Logan's stomach. He staggered, he stumbled back, but the bullets were slowly pushing themselves out of the wounds before the wounds were knitting. He approached her like she'd only tapped him.
The girl stumbled back and then turned to break in a pure run. "He's a motherfucking healer!" she called. "Get back! Get the fuck back! Ronnie didn't say he was a goddamn healer! That woulda been damn good info----!"
Logan let her go. He didn't need her. Her scent was all over the place----a man, too. A man that seemed oddly familiar. He knew that scent even if he didn't know the man. His scent had been all over Rogue the last time Logan had seen her, and now he swore he could smell a little bit of Rogue with him.
He'd found them. He hadn't found the three missing mutants but he was sure he'd found their kidnappers... and they were leaving a fresh trail. All Logan had to do was follow it.