Hero of War
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X-men Comics › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,142
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
This story is a song-fic based on the song by Rise Against called Hero of War. I do not intend to debase the song in anyway. Nor do I own the X-Men; I simply own my creative mind and some minor characters. I do not own and make no money from this.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Ya'll know I don't own the X-Men or the song. If I did own the X-Men though I would be very happy 'cause I'd change things back to when they were best. And maybe a few other things. But since I don't, I have to deal with the way things are.
Logan looked up once the ground had exploded, the earth still tembling from impact. Men were still screaming and the stench of blood and vomit, death and charred flesh, mixed with the strange scent of earth and smoke. The smells were contradicting one another, but it was something he was used to.
A man nearby, one he'd seen before at some point in time, some other place, clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on James! These men are in need of our attention. Grab as many as you can, those you know we can save and get them to a building. Now!" he yelled, to be heard over the barrage of gunfire, before running off in one direction searching for men screaming in that direction.
Logan, almost always one to follow orders, stood stock still for a moment, frowning. James? Who the hell is James? he wondered before running off in the opposite direction, checking men, marking in his mind who would be able to be saved and those who were a lost cause.
Tagging three for dead, he grabbed one man and rushed him to one of the abandoned buildings that they'd set up as a temporary MASH. He wasn't a surgeon or medic in truth, but he knew what to do. He worked in both fields...as a medic and a soldier.
Memories of what to do came rushing back to him and he proceeded to treat the one patient, stablizing him before rushing out and grabbing another man just as another mortar shell hit, the tell-tale shrill whistle being heard before the earth-shattering impact.
He dove over the injured soldier he'd been carrying, saving him from further injury. He himself indured severe burns to his neck and back, his clothing singed. Getting up, he grabbed the man once again and ran him into the building; thankful that the shell hadn't hit the building. Simply near it.
Luckily the only injury that the man he'd carried in were some deep lacerations to his face and stomach; nothing fatal. It would need stitches though. Grabbing one of the kits, he reached for the needle and thread, grabbed his lighter and sterilized the needle, threading it and sewing the man up.
When he was done, he went back outside to search for more survivors and yet again, he smelled that familiar scent, making his heart clench in pain. "Remy!" he shouted as he searched for his boy. He tried following the scent but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.
This made him confused and almost feral. Where was he? Jesus...he had to find him. What was Remy doing out here? Out in this hell-on-earth? Sure people called Remy the Diable Blanc, but he knew in his heart of hearts that his soulmatch was not a devil...and that Remy didn't deserve this kind of torture.
In his minds eye, he could see Remy, trapped under a pile of rubble...or limbs blown esque from the multiple air-raids that they were currently suffering through. This thought made him sick with grief, but he pressed on, bi-passing the men that could be saved in order to save the one that he needed. The only thought on his mind. Remy.
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Remy, Jean and Charles sat in Logan's room, trying to think of a way to possibly wake the feral up without destroying his fragile mind. He hadn't started thrashing again yet, so they knew it couldn't be his typical nightmare. Remy, they knew was distraught with worry, seeing his best friend and lover lying so still, whimpering and sweating as he searched desperatly for something.
They could all feel the poiniant fear washing over them, making them all nauseous, giving them all headaches. It was hard to think in this condition, but they pressed on. Logan was their friend and he needed them. That much they knew.
It had been going on 10 hours that Logan was asleep, still showing no signs of waking up anytime soon. The constant mental onslaught was draining them, but they built up their shields as best as they could and discussed many possiblities.
They could try and enter Logan's mind, but due to the violent images they'd been recieving, they figured that it could be dangerous to Logan and either one of the telepaths. They knew that Remy wouldn't be able to, even if they were mind-linked. Not because his mind couldn't handle it, but because it would possibly kill him. They'd just gotten him back not 3 years ago and they weren't about to lose him now.
Another thing they thought they could possibly do was to have Hank assess the situation, have him run some tests and see what was going on...see why he was trapped in such a hellacious nightmare. They were only getting flashes of what the nightmare was about, but it wasn't enough to draw any real conclusion.
All they knew was that the resident feral was feeling lost and way out of control. And soon enough his feral side would kick in. Whether that would wake him up or bury the human side completely, they didn't know, but they did know it would be just make a bad situation completely worse.
For now...all they could do was sit and wait.
Logan looked up once the ground had exploded, the earth still tembling from impact. Men were still screaming and the stench of blood and vomit, death and charred flesh, mixed with the strange scent of earth and smoke. The smells were contradicting one another, but it was something he was used to.
A man nearby, one he'd seen before at some point in time, some other place, clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on James! These men are in need of our attention. Grab as many as you can, those you know we can save and get them to a building. Now!" he yelled, to be heard over the barrage of gunfire, before running off in one direction searching for men screaming in that direction.
Logan, almost always one to follow orders, stood stock still for a moment, frowning. James? Who the hell is James? he wondered before running off in the opposite direction, checking men, marking in his mind who would be able to be saved and those who were a lost cause.
Tagging three for dead, he grabbed one man and rushed him to one of the abandoned buildings that they'd set up as a temporary MASH. He wasn't a surgeon or medic in truth, but he knew what to do. He worked in both fields...as a medic and a soldier.
Memories of what to do came rushing back to him and he proceeded to treat the one patient, stablizing him before rushing out and grabbing another man just as another mortar shell hit, the tell-tale shrill whistle being heard before the earth-shattering impact.
He dove over the injured soldier he'd been carrying, saving him from further injury. He himself indured severe burns to his neck and back, his clothing singed. Getting up, he grabbed the man once again and ran him into the building; thankful that the shell hadn't hit the building. Simply near it.
Luckily the only injury that the man he'd carried in were some deep lacerations to his face and stomach; nothing fatal. It would need stitches though. Grabbing one of the kits, he reached for the needle and thread, grabbed his lighter and sterilized the needle, threading it and sewing the man up.
When he was done, he went back outside to search for more survivors and yet again, he smelled that familiar scent, making his heart clench in pain. "Remy!" he shouted as he searched for his boy. He tried following the scent but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.
This made him confused and almost feral. Where was he? Jesus...he had to find him. What was Remy doing out here? Out in this hell-on-earth? Sure people called Remy the Diable Blanc, but he knew in his heart of hearts that his soulmatch was not a devil...and that Remy didn't deserve this kind of torture.
In his minds eye, he could see Remy, trapped under a pile of rubble...or limbs blown esque from the multiple air-raids that they were currently suffering through. This thought made him sick with grief, but he pressed on, bi-passing the men that could be saved in order to save the one that he needed. The only thought on his mind. Remy.
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Remy, Jean and Charles sat in Logan's room, trying to think of a way to possibly wake the feral up without destroying his fragile mind. He hadn't started thrashing again yet, so they knew it couldn't be his typical nightmare. Remy, they knew was distraught with worry, seeing his best friend and lover lying so still, whimpering and sweating as he searched desperatly for something.
They could all feel the poiniant fear washing over them, making them all nauseous, giving them all headaches. It was hard to think in this condition, but they pressed on. Logan was their friend and he needed them. That much they knew.
It had been going on 10 hours that Logan was asleep, still showing no signs of waking up anytime soon. The constant mental onslaught was draining them, but they built up their shields as best as they could and discussed many possiblities.
They could try and enter Logan's mind, but due to the violent images they'd been recieving, they figured that it could be dangerous to Logan and either one of the telepaths. They knew that Remy wouldn't be able to, even if they were mind-linked. Not because his mind couldn't handle it, but because it would possibly kill him. They'd just gotten him back not 3 years ago and they weren't about to lose him now.
Another thing they thought they could possibly do was to have Hank assess the situation, have him run some tests and see what was going on...see why he was trapped in such a hellacious nightmare. They were only getting flashes of what the nightmare was about, but it wasn't enough to draw any real conclusion.
All they knew was that the resident feral was feeling lost and way out of control. And soon enough his feral side would kick in. Whether that would wake him up or bury the human side completely, they didn't know, but they did know it would be just make a bad situation completely worse.
For now...all they could do was sit and wait.