Logan was beyond irritation. He wasn't here because Peter Petrelli demanded it or ordered him. As far as he was concerned the boy could go to hell. He got there along side Marie. Had this been but a couple of years ago Logan would of told her to stay back, be careful. But, he didn't feel he needed to anymore.
"Don't hold back, go in for the kill. Keep your guard up and don't get distracted. You can do this Marie, I know you can."
All she needed was that encouragement. When he saw the way she reacted to Magneto on that plane he knew without a doubt the girl he'd known and protected was now a more than capable woman of fighting her own battles. Now it was time to prove it.
His eyes were dark, brows knit together as he sniffed three times, getting a feel of the place through his impeccable senses. He could smell blood, so palpable it lingered on the pallet of his tongue. He wondered how Spike was able to focus through that scent, he admired the guy for being able to. Must be hell though.
As he walked in the door he saw the various fights going on. Sure he could of helped them, but they seemed to be fairing just fine. Besides, these weren't the vampires he was after. As he began to stalk through the room the laws slid from his knuckles. Of course a few strays fell across his path and he sliced through them easily, not bothering to even really take notice.
His eye was on the prize and he was going for it. The door that loomed ahead he smirked and charged towards it, claws in front of him in case it was reinforced. Luckily it wasn't splinters went flying everywhere, a few sticking into his skin and face before pushing their way out.
Every nerve in his body told him he was getting closer, the hairs on his arms prickled. As he stalked through the seemingly empty hallway his eyes flickered, the hazel irises were gone, swirling into a pool of ebony that was beginning to bleed out into the whites. When that happened, no one would be safe.
This was almost too easy. But then again Logan always did love a good set up. Made the victory even sweeter when he beat the ones that thought they could best him. Angelus was nothing more than a piss ant that was about to be crushed under his boot heel. His lips pulled back over his teeth, revealing the canine like fangs he usually kept hidden.
The hallway suddenly filled with beings, Logan didn't care what kind, or where they came from. Arms extended in front of him he charged through them, letting the claws do to the work for him. He would not be deterred from his quarry.
It didn't take long for him at all, the monsters in the hallway began to charge through the door he'd come through. Good, it'd keep the rest of them busy while he did what was needed. One more door, this one was reinforced steel. Someone wanted to keep him out pretty badly. This had to be it. A roar came from him as he dug his claws in, the sound of metal scrapping and twisting metal filled the air. The door was soon a mangled mess and he tore through it.
His eyes locked on to the sight on the bed and he saw red. The churning current of his eyes began to bleed, the whites slowly disappearing behind the onyx. That was when he tore his eyes from Cordelia, strapped to the bed and saw him. Logan growled and gnashed his teeth.
No longer caring or registering pain he climbed through the tight space of the destroyed door. Bits of his flesh being torn off by the rough, sharp edges and quickly healing. Standing there, his hulking frame he looked like a wild beast more than a man. There were no words, the look in his eyes said it all. He was ready for a fight. Lifting his hand he waved his claws in a come hither motion at the bastard before him.