Re: Havok, Wolverine, Rogue, Black Dog
Logan was beginning to see that bright red rim around his line of sight, it crept in like some bloody version of tunnel vision. Berserker rage was such a savagely dangerous thing for a feral to have. Wolverine certainly saw it as a curse, even on the days when he didn't mind being a feral mutant too much. With the thick fear scent wafting off of Rogue, it took all he had not to simply give in to the beast inside him and claw at the girl to pieces. But the red was coming, whether he wanted to or not. Once he saw red, there would be nothing left of the man. A blackout would follow, and with it sweet oblivion, then he would wake up to face whatever horrors his savagery brought about. A part of him wished Black Dog would take this chance to get up and take him down. In fact, this was partly why he'd given his back to the other feral. He was virtually begging Nik to stop him with that action alone.
Thankfully, the blackout came well ahead of schedule. As Rogue touched his deranged face, Logan felt something he hadn't felt in years. He felt sick. His mutant healing factor tried to compensate for the damage, but Logan felt queasy and weak, and finally felt his muscles go lax right before a shadow passed over his eyes. He dropped like a rock, unconscious and apparently dead, although on closer inspection someone might feel a thready, faint pulse.