I dealt with this shit already
Who: Logan and Alyssa (kind of) What: One of Logan’s fears becomes tragically true When: early early 1/26 Where: Somewhere in the fog Status: complete narrative Rating: R Warnings: character death
Logan had been wandering the fog for what felt like days, and maybe it had been. It messed with his senses. He kept hearing things. He smelled scents from years ago and far away places, but nothing was there. There were the monsters of course, and he was bleeding from a dozen cuts and wounds that refused to heal.
Time and space seemed to stretch on forever. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a woman. Dark haired, voluptuous, a name on the tip of his tongue. Someone from the time that his memories had gotten scrambled. He reached for her, but she was gone. And he knew that was for the best.
A trail of blood led him to Mariko’s body. But he blinked and that was gone too. He snorted. “I dealt with this shit already, that the best you can throw at me?”
Nothing answered, except soft footsteps somewhere far away. When he looked he saw eyes reflected in the fog. A wolf’s eyes. He ignored it and kept walking, though he could sense it still following him.
It flanked him, and he turned to face it. It had grown twice as large as a normal wolf, with a bloody snout and eyes as red as the devil. But Logan wasn’t afraid. He stopped being afraid of himself. People had helped him. Alyssa and River. Kitty and Neena. And maybe he carried his guilt with him every day and looking at a personification of it did little but make him angry. His claws slid out of his hands. “Always wanted to know what the monster inside me looked like.”
He ran forward, slashing at the wolf. It jumped back, howling. Something hit him, burning like white light. The skin of his chest glowed red, then burned black. Snarling, Logan dodged a swipe of the wolf’s paw. His cheek burned, but then he was inside the wolf’s reach. He hacked off a limb, severing it into several pieces, before plunging all if his claws into the demon’s flank.
There was an all too human gasp, and the creature in his warms wasn’t a creature, but a woman. Sense returned to him and the full horror of what had transpired settled into his heart.
Alyssa’s eyes were filled with terror, before her grandfather’s face morphed into one much less terrifying. It hadn’t been her own nightmare she’d been fighting. She lifted a bloody hand to Logan’s cheek. “Oh, it was you.”
Logan pressed his hands to the wounds on Alyssa’s chest, blood bubbling up between his fingers. His voice shook and his eyes burned and he felt like he’d been gutted. “No, no, Lyssa no.” Not like this. Not like this.
And if the fog was playing on his fears and his guilts then it was doing a damn good job because it had struck right into his heart. And there wasn’t time to think, wasn’t time to do anything because Alyssa’s life was staining his hands and clothing and the light in her eyes was going out. “Logan. Logan.” Alyssa’s words were slurred and his face was getting dimmer and dimmer. But she had the strength to touch it still. But he’d blame himself, he’d hate himself, he was an idiot like that and she had to find the strength to tell him to not be one. “Not your fault. I love you. Forgive you. Don’t be an idiot.”
She wondered if there’d be someone to guide her to the other side, like she’d done for so many others. Her eyes widened, and she smiled a wide, joyful smile. “Oh...so that’s what it’s like.”
“Lyssa?” Logan cupped her face, staining her cheeks red. She still had her last smile on her face, her eyes looking somewhere else. Logan clutched her body to his chest.