Chapter 9. Two of a Kind |
Date Posted:
09.19.2005 |
He is on his ride. He is on the run.
Not from someone….
…but for someone
For HER
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Reaching the seaboard, he catches her scent, Sweet
honey, vanilla and sandalwood.
….and something else.
Something that he doesn’t like.
Something that unnerves him….angers him.
FEAR
Her fear
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“I’ve tracked her to the docks,” he speaks into the
communicator. “She’s here….somewhere.”
“We are on our way,” the telepath answers him.
“Pardon me for not waiting.”
-SNIKT- the claws are out….and the hunt is on.
Hunt of those who captured her….tormented her.
Its time, that the hunters become the hunted.
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“You’re too late,” the Hungun taunts him, her spirit
controlled body hovering in the air
‘Ororo,’ he calls out silently as her lightening
strikes him and tosses his metal-laced body over the
sides.
Her majestic visage the last thing he sees….
….before everything turns black.
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“Sorry,” she is standing away from him.
“Hmmm,” he gives her a confused look. “What fer?”
“For earlier,” she doesn’t come closer. “For what I
did to you.”
“No skin of my back,” he tries to shrug it off.
“Well come to think of it, there was some scraped
when I hit the deck.”
“Logan,” she smiles in spite of himself.
“Come ‘ere,” he slides to make space for her,
raising his hand in a physical invitation.
“Aren’t you afraid,” she sits hesitantly.
“Of….” He waits for her to continue.
“Me, I mean what I can do?” her tone is sad. “What
if someone else gains control over me? What if
something like this happens again?”
“Hmmm….” He wonders silently.
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“Are ya afraid of me?” he returns her question.
“No,” she answers frankly. “Why should I be?”
“Cause, me losing control or being controlled
externally is possible more than it happening with
ya,” he reminds her of his past and the reality that
resides inside him.
“Hmmm….” She too muses, a soft smile lighting her
face.
“Got it, didn’tcha,” his large hand covers the empty
space to reach hers.
“Yes,” she leans slightly towards him, far enough to
maintain friendly innocence, but close enough for
mingling their breaths.
“Just like each other,” he once again reminds her.
“Yes,” the smile is brighter now. “Just like each
other.”
“Two of a kind”
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