ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-07 09:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, wolverine |
Who: Logan (Open)
What: Selene's funeral
When: Morning
Where: Back yard of the church.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open (Warning, he will not be in a good mood)
His body was covered in dirt and sweat. All night he'd worked, digging and building. The lumber he'd had left from the kitchen was more than enough. After putting a finish on it and a couple other things it didn't look bad at all. The inside he lined comfortably, not that it was necessary but well in his mind he wanted her to be comfortable. Grabbing the edge he pulled himself out of the hole and sighed.
The tears hadn't stopped coming, but the anger and pain is what drove him. Going inside he took a shower and changed his clothes before going to the bed and he gently scooped her into his arms. Her body much more stiff now. He had to focus and not pay attention to the lifelessness in her at the moment. He walked through the church and outside where he carefully climbed into the hole and placed her inside the box. Reaching down to the foot of the box he grabbed one of his shirts he'd placed there and rest it over her heart.
A single tear drop slid from his cheek and landed on her lips. Leaning down he kissed her forehead and whispered. "I'll try not to make you wait too long." He meant that with everything in him. Death seemed like the only thing left for him and he wanted it. Right after he took this bastard Sable with him. "Don't watch me now darlin', you won't like what you see."
Slowly he stood and slid the lid over her, covering her forever. On the inside of the lid he carved three simple words that he hadn't spoken enough to her. The gold ring she had given him was on his ring finger, one that a wedding band would be worn on. He wouldn't take it off, ever. Atop the box he tossed a pale rose and then began to cover it.
Time seemed to stand still as he let his final tears shed. The pain he let bleed through him only to be taken over by the rage, the fury and vengeance. Rain drops began to fall, slowly at first but then with more force, as if the heavens themselves were angry, sharing in his sorrow. The last bit of dirt was thrown atop the grave and he dug the shovel into the earth. His hair matted to his head from the rain, his face in a mask of fury he stood there before leaning his head back and roaring into the air.
In the back of his mind Logan chuckled mirthfully, Creed would be so pissed he didn't have a part in this. That he wasn't the cause of Logan's pain and anguish. Determination in his eyes he walked back inside the church. He couldn't be a man, not for this, and possibly not ever again. Once this was finished, there was no telling what Logan would become. He'd spoken to a few people on the boards and told them he'd be at the church, maybe they'd show up.
One thing was certain, he was going after that doctor. And the bastard wouldn't be recognizable when the Wolverine was finished with him.