ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-26 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | lindsey mcdonald, selene, wolverine |
Who: Logan (open to multiple tags)
What: Just out
Where: Walking to nowhere specific.
When: Early evening
Rating: TBD
Status: Open
He was on the verge of cracking, could feel it creeping up on him like a disease threatening to take over his mind and body. It was all of it, the damned creatures from the hotel, and now this Angelus fucker. He needed to clear his mind.
"No.. please don't..." He heard someone crying not too far off. "Just relax, this will be over fast. Don't fight, unless you want that pretty little throat slit." There was another scared yelp, making Logan growl. He took off, rounding the next corner and walked into an alley where he smelled the fucker. The girl was begging, couldn't of been twenty years old.
"Put the lady down bub, unless you wanna piss me off." Two pairs of eyes were on him and the guy was pissed. "Back off old man." Logan chuckled and kept walking towards him. "See, that's the thing about me, not much one for takin' orders. Especially for little limp dicked punks who can only get their kicks by forcing some girl in a dirty alley."
He snorted and kept getting closer. Then there was another scared yelp. Logan had enough at this point and came forward. "We coulda done this the easy way. Now I'm gonna have to make you let her go." The kid laughed and Logan smirked. Tree brisk steps and he was behind him, grabbing him by the back of the neck and yanked him off the girl, slamming him down the alley. "Get outta here, and don't you dare look back. Run til you get home."
She didn't need to be told twice. The punk got up, came after Logan, lunging into him with a blade. It caught him in the stomach and Logan growled as he stumbled backwards. "Told you not to fuck with me old man" The smirk turned into a smile and Logan pulled the blade from his stomach. The kid was obviously scared shitless. Growling Logan flung the blade and it landed in the middle of the kids hand. It was his turn to scream in pain now.
"The next time you think about assaulting someone... know I'll be watching fuckhead." With that he walked out of the alley, leaving the punk writhing on the ground, cradling his hand. Lighting a cigar he slipped his hands in his pockets and walked down the sidewalk. Hyperion was the last place on his mind. He needed a break, from everyone and everything before someone he cared about got severely hurt.
The night grew darker as he walked. Up ahead there was a cemetary, he always found them peaceful, a place to enjoy the quiet, even in the middle of a big city like this. He entered the gats and just walked, trying to clear his head. Finally he relaxed against an enormous angel statue, puffing on his cigar.