Who: Logan What: Countdown to a meltdown When: Evening (right after Creed's last post) Where: Starting at his place in Chinatown. Rating: TBD Status: complete
How long he'd stayed in the woods he didn't know, lost track of time. Not that it mattered if he went back. Wasn't like there was anyone there that cared about him. Not really at least. A little calmer, though not by much he headed back home. As he rounded the corner and started inside his place something felt.. off. His nostrils flared as he caught a scent. One he knew all too well, and not one he welcomed. He tore up the stairs and pulled the door open, only to see Jin laying there, barely clinging to life. He saw the bullet wound and then the fang marks in her neck and growled. The bitch would die.
How he had believed all her lies, her tears. he felt like a fool, all the while she was playing him, making him fall for her. Logan grabbed the phone, calling 911. The second he heard the sirens he made a silent promise to Jin's unconscious body that he'd have revenge for this. He saw red as he left the building.
Logan's only hope, that he would find Creed and her together and have the pleasure of killing one if front of the other. He knew Creed was sick, but to go as far as to let his woman seduce another man. That was low. Logan was convinced that was exactly what had happened. Well, Creed got his wish. He wanted him to snap and now he had.
For hours he walked around town, sorting out in his head his plan. As he walked past a window of TV's he saw the news and already the accident that happened with Jin had already been reported. In that moment realization struck him and he raced back home. Once there he looked in the spot Jin had concealed the sword. Only to find it gone. It was then Logan realized how truly fucked he was.
Maybe Selene would be the one that actually got the job done and took him out. Obviously her tyranny knew no bounds and she had no morals considering the extents she had gone to. He just might have to get on her level of playing. Already he felt the Wolverine, gnawing away at his morality and the man that he strove so hard to be. One thing was certain, one of them wasn't walking away from this alive. And considering she had one advantage, the sword. He wasn't sure this time who it would be. That was a first for him. Maybe he did have something to fear.
The vampire he loved, armed with the one thing that could strike him down permanently.