Hero of War
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X-men Comics › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,151
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 5
Disclaimer: I still don't own the X-Men so please don't sue. Still haven't gotten much sleep so if this chapter sucks bad, I'm sorry.
The skies were turning grey and Logan paused his searching for the night. He could still smell Remy, but the scent faded in and out. And he wasn't sure exactly where he was going. His head was spinning and he could hear voices that seemed vaguely familiar to him but he wasn't sure where the voices were coming from. They seemed to come from all around, and yet from the inside. All of his senses seemed to dim as the voices filled him, flitting in and around him, confusing him.
The sound of children laughing. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Fear and pain. Heard rowdy laughter of miners and loggers. Wolves howling in the distance. They were out there somewhere, somewhere deep in the abis of his mind.
Leaning against the saftey of one of the buildings, he closed his eyes. He was tired...but he found himself unable to sleep. "Remy, where the hell are ya darlin'?" he asked, raising his head up to the smokey sky, smelling of gun powder, blood, death and rain. He could here a rumble in the distance but he wasn't sure whether it was distant explosions in the distance or if it was thunder as the scent of rain would suggest. Sometimes it was hard to differenciate the difference of lights during war-time.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't sleep though. He was used to hearing things, his own thoughts often swirling in his mind. Who didn't have that when they were fighting? Yet this seemed different somehow. It wouldn't allow him rest, though his body was aching and weary after hours upon hours of killing, stabbing, gutting and saving.
Shrugging, he tried to ignore it all and continued to rest his eyes, bloodshot from exhaustion. "Maybe the rain will wash away the dust," he said softly, as if he were talking to Remy. Strange, that he was talking to him...he hadn't remembered Remy being anywhere near the area they were at. What year was it? he wondered as he tried to remember. His mind wasn't working...moving sluggishly and making him groan and wince with pain, gripping his head.
This wasn't right. What the hell was going on? His head didn't hurt like this...not unless he gotten shot in the head. Still then the pain wasn't nearly as unbearable as this. And the humidity was getting to him. But something was off about it. What would normally make him sweat was now making him feel as if things were crawling around inside of him. It was driving him mad. What the hell was going on?
He scratched and yelled at the pain and the itch, his skin becoming covered in ribbons of torn skin and blood. And then it rained...
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Remy had just gotten to a restless, uncomfortable sleep when the alarms on the monitors began going off. Waking with a jolt, he looked Logan over and gasped, his eyes widening.
Not only was his pulse and blood pressure elevated but his skin was covered with scratches...bloody scratches. So sometime when he'd fallen asleep, Logan had moved...and he had missed it.
Hank had woken up as soon as he heard Logan growling and came out just as Remy had woken up. "My stars..." he said, unsure of what else to say. Grabbing something to clean up the wounds, he cleaned them and applied bandages to them. It was now 18 hours since Logan had slipped into the nightmare. Every hour that Logan didn't wake up was another hour closer to entering coma stage. And that worried him.
He never knew Logan like this. It was odd to have to take care of the normally strong, independent man that never got sick. And now...now he was in the medlab unable to wake or communicate.
Remy looked up at Hank and then at Logan, taking hold of his lover's face and kissing the sweaty brow. He was burning up. It just didn't seem right, seeing Logan like this. It was usually him in the medlab for one thing or another. And Logan being right by his side to comfort him or ease his nervousness of the lab.
"Logan...Remy's right here for you cher...and I ain' gonna leave you. Gonna stay right by your side. Love you," he whispered sadly. Brushing a cool hand gently across Logan's brow, he sat back down. All he could do was wait.
(Again, sorry if this chapter was really crappy.)
The skies were turning grey and Logan paused his searching for the night. He could still smell Remy, but the scent faded in and out. And he wasn't sure exactly where he was going. His head was spinning and he could hear voices that seemed vaguely familiar to him but he wasn't sure where the voices were coming from. They seemed to come from all around, and yet from the inside. All of his senses seemed to dim as the voices filled him, flitting in and around him, confusing him.
The sound of children laughing. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Fear and pain. Heard rowdy laughter of miners and loggers. Wolves howling in the distance. They were out there somewhere, somewhere deep in the abis of his mind.
Leaning against the saftey of one of the buildings, he closed his eyes. He was tired...but he found himself unable to sleep. "Remy, where the hell are ya darlin'?" he asked, raising his head up to the smokey sky, smelling of gun powder, blood, death and rain. He could here a rumble in the distance but he wasn't sure whether it was distant explosions in the distance or if it was thunder as the scent of rain would suggest. Sometimes it was hard to differenciate the difference of lights during war-time.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't sleep though. He was used to hearing things, his own thoughts often swirling in his mind. Who didn't have that when they were fighting? Yet this seemed different somehow. It wouldn't allow him rest, though his body was aching and weary after hours upon hours of killing, stabbing, gutting and saving.
Shrugging, he tried to ignore it all and continued to rest his eyes, bloodshot from exhaustion. "Maybe the rain will wash away the dust," he said softly, as if he were talking to Remy. Strange, that he was talking to him...he hadn't remembered Remy being anywhere near the area they were at. What year was it? he wondered as he tried to remember. His mind wasn't working...moving sluggishly and making him groan and wince with pain, gripping his head.
This wasn't right. What the hell was going on? His head didn't hurt like this...not unless he gotten shot in the head. Still then the pain wasn't nearly as unbearable as this. And the humidity was getting to him. But something was off about it. What would normally make him sweat was now making him feel as if things were crawling around inside of him. It was driving him mad. What the hell was going on?
He scratched and yelled at the pain and the itch, his skin becoming covered in ribbons of torn skin and blood. And then it rained...
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Remy had just gotten to a restless, uncomfortable sleep when the alarms on the monitors began going off. Waking with a jolt, he looked Logan over and gasped, his eyes widening.
Not only was his pulse and blood pressure elevated but his skin was covered with scratches...bloody scratches. So sometime when he'd fallen asleep, Logan had moved...and he had missed it.
Hank had woken up as soon as he heard Logan growling and came out just as Remy had woken up. "My stars..." he said, unsure of what else to say. Grabbing something to clean up the wounds, he cleaned them and applied bandages to them. It was now 18 hours since Logan had slipped into the nightmare. Every hour that Logan didn't wake up was another hour closer to entering coma stage. And that worried him.
He never knew Logan like this. It was odd to have to take care of the normally strong, independent man that never got sick. And now...now he was in the medlab unable to wake or communicate.
Remy looked up at Hank and then at Logan, taking hold of his lover's face and kissing the sweaty brow. He was burning up. It just didn't seem right, seeing Logan like this. It was usually him in the medlab for one thing or another. And Logan being right by his side to comfort him or ease his nervousness of the lab.
"Logan...Remy's right here for you cher...and I ain' gonna leave you. Gonna stay right by your side. Love you," he whispered sadly. Brushing a cool hand gently across Logan's brow, he sat back down. All he could do was wait.
(Again, sorry if this chapter was really crappy.)