Who: Logan What: His world falling apart When: Afternoon Where: Vibiana's Rating: R for language Status: Narrative, Closed
Logan was walking in the door at his place, carrying a few things. He'd been helping Jin down in the shop for the morning and was planning on taking Selene out. He caught a scent in the air, one he didn't like the likes of being near his home. Creed.
The boxes were sat down and he looked around, making sure nothing was touched. Then he saw the scrap of paper by the door and raised a brow. As he picked it up he began she shake, his teeth grit. He felt his pulse begin the race and the glow of red around everything he saw. Was Creed for once trying to warn him, give him a heads up? The picture was crumpled in his hand and he walked out the door, going straight to his bike.
As he drove, tearing through the streets he let thoughts mill around in his head. The night she'd been with another man.. it could of been Creed. And her jacket going missing. Hell, that was probably more of a case of the lying bitch forgot it at his place. Why else would there of been on it what was on it? His fingers tightened around the handlebars of the bike tightly, so much that he could barely contain his claws.
The Wolverine was gnawing about in his head, tearing around, fighting to get out. That thin thread he tread on was dangerously close to snapping. And this time he wasn't sure if he'd be able to repair it again. It was too much to take.
He got to the church, feigning calm. Selene wasn't home and he wasn't sure if he was mad or happy about that. Slut's probably out with him. Her jaw clenched and he mounted the stairs after checking every other room in the house. The entire place wreaked of Creed. Not only was she whoring around, she was stupid enough to bring him here where she couldn't hide it? If he were in his right mind he'd be able to rationalize, but he was beyond that point at this time.
The door to her room swung open and the scent of sweat and sex hit him hard. That wouldn't of bothered him much if Creeds scent wasn't mingled into all of it. Then he found the shirt.. and the claw marks on the bed that he damned sure didn't put there. Logan roared and damned near tore the bed apart. If that wasn't enough the scents from the bathroom put the clench on it.
Pissed off he left the church, calling himself every kind of fool for the way he'd gotten so worked up over her. It was all a lie, as always. A drink wouldn't fix this, neither would meditation. He had some business to finish and there wouldn't be any coming back from this. But for now that could wait. He needed to let that rage out and headed for the woods, his conscience couldn't take harming any innocent people right now and he wasn't sure how long he could contain it.