Is It Real?
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Category:
X-men Comics › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,737
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Is It Real?
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Marvel: X Men, or the lyrics to this song belonging to Yoko Kanno, or characters of Cowboy Bebop. Nor do I get paid for the fiction you are about to read. They’re only written for your and my pure enjoyment.
*This is a Xover song for my favorite character, Logan. Listening to this made me think of him…why I don’t know…hope y’all like it.
*The song’s lyrics will have stars at the beginning and end of each paragraph.
*Is It Real? is a song from the Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack: Ask DNA, a mini disc from the movie ‘Knocking on Heaven’s Door’.
*This is explaining how Logan feels while he dreams as he hears or doesn’t hear the song, whichever makes more sense to the reader.
Is It Real?
Apart of the Weapon X program, Logan, codenames Wolverine, sometimes The Wolverine to some, is a vicious unforgiving animal (made not born), tearing apart the lives of others who threaten the projects and illegal and illicit goings-on in the Canadian mountains. For years he has been manipulated mind and body to do his “master’s” bidding and now after several decades it has taken a toll on him…
**Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?**
The words flow over the waves of light breezy air, filling his mind with a sorrowful woe that plague him. The many man and women he has taken from this earth dwells deep in his psyche filling his dreams agonized with screams and torment, can no one help him….The Wolverine.
**Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?**
The whir of Black Hawk helicopters invade his sensitive ears as he runs desperately for freedom to escape the vastness of empty promises and unfulfilling endeavors of destruction, can he not escape this tormenting fate that has befallen him, becoming the middle man, the killing machine for those who do not sully their hands with their enemies blood. He tosses and turns in their sweat soaked bed, sheets strewn about. Is this real? The words confuse him is he dreaming this or is it something much deeper to his questions?
**This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My minds slipping far away
I'm falling out of touch
Could someone please explain?**
The music, a soft pitunetune and several wind instruments and violins in a synthesized melody engulf his senses. The world two sided, hating and loving their kind, but who to trust, all faces deceiving, taught this way, spare no one..will it ever end? Memories fake; embedded to believe a life not lived is real…what is real? He doesn’t know. Killing those who invaded their lives (Weapon X) not an option or debate for they hold the truth to his life…score one for the opposition. Nightmares, screams bellow from distraught and strained thoughts of the subconscious…is it real..what is real? No one to trust, to help, to lean on. Everyone’s an enemy even friends. His heart pounds with death images, darkness encompasses his soul, can anyone explain? Synthesized interlude sinks his mind deeper in the tailspin of regret as the words stop briefly, but the nightmare continues.
**Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?**
The keys ring louder as the song proceeds, and the tussle of his sleep is unheard frhe ohe others. Saviors in forms of metal, long and sharp, some with chambers and some that disguise the world through rose-colored glasses never work when you have healing factor…another day to ‘live’, Heaven can wait…
**Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?**
Forgiveness of those hurt allows no give, only take, only to afflict more pain and sorrow, and hurt is their reward for the ‘creature’ not given a life of his own. The enemy of my enemy is my friend..only a fable. Everyone is his enemy those he thought loved him. Tears of regret are sometimes mistaken for tears of a demented kind as they flow of blood instead of watery images of the soul. Teeth clench as claws extend ripping apart the walls, and natural talons scratch at the very body it wishes to relinquish on this realm of existence. Is this really real?
**It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone please explain?**
He awakens, during sunrise, labored breathing and chills run through his body. Questions fill his thoughts, why me? Who am I really? Why am I still here? Face buried in hands trying to calm the flowing tears of confusion, loneliness, and empty heartache of past sins being relived. The Wolverine surrounded by friends still has an empty void to fill that only his enemies’ can. Punished for his God-given abilities still quietly demand the same answer…Is it real?, is it real?. Looking out between separated fingers he realizes he is home, not killing, maiming or causing destruction, he’s home in his bed hearing the sound of sad music through the wall. A song that relates all too well to his past and maybe his future. Shaky he gets up from the bed and leans on the wall where the music softly escapes from and closes eye eyes whispering…Is it real?
Man I hope this wasn’t too bad. It’s my first song fic and I hope some of you like it. I won’t get too upset if you don’t ^_^. Reviews are happily welcome.
*This is a Xover song for my favorite character, Logan. Listening to this made me think of him…why I don’t know…hope y’all like it.
*The song’s lyrics will have stars at the beginning and end of each paragraph.
*Is It Real? is a song from the Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack: Ask DNA, a mini disc from the movie ‘Knocking on Heaven’s Door’.
*This is explaining how Logan feels while he dreams as he hears or doesn’t hear the song, whichever makes more sense to the reader.
Is It Real?
Apart of the Weapon X program, Logan, codenames Wolverine, sometimes The Wolverine to some, is a vicious unforgiving animal (made not born), tearing apart the lives of others who threaten the projects and illegal and illicit goings-on in the Canadian mountains. For years he has been manipulated mind and body to do his “master’s” bidding and now after several decades it has taken a toll on him…
**Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?**
The words flow over the waves of light breezy air, filling his mind with a sorrowful woe that plague him. The many man and women he has taken from this earth dwells deep in his psyche filling his dreams agonized with screams and torment, can no one help him….The Wolverine.
**Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?**
The whir of Black Hawk helicopters invade his sensitive ears as he runs desperately for freedom to escape the vastness of empty promises and unfulfilling endeavors of destruction, can he not escape this tormenting fate that has befallen him, becoming the middle man, the killing machine for those who do not sully their hands with their enemies blood. He tosses and turns in their sweat soaked bed, sheets strewn about. Is this real? The words confuse him is he dreaming this or is it something much deeper to his questions?
**This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My minds slipping far away
I'm falling out of touch
Could someone please explain?**
The music, a soft pitunetune and several wind instruments and violins in a synthesized melody engulf his senses. The world two sided, hating and loving their kind, but who to trust, all faces deceiving, taught this way, spare no one..will it ever end? Memories fake; embedded to believe a life not lived is real…what is real? He doesn’t know. Killing those who invaded their lives (Weapon X) not an option or debate for they hold the truth to his life…score one for the opposition. Nightmares, screams bellow from distraught and strained thoughts of the subconscious…is it real..what is real? No one to trust, to help, to lean on. Everyone’s an enemy even friends. His heart pounds with death images, darkness encompasses his soul, can anyone explain? Synthesized interlude sinks his mind deeper in the tailspin of regret as the words stop briefly, but the nightmare continues.
**Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?**
The keys ring louder as the song proceeds, and the tussle of his sleep is unheard frhe ohe others. Saviors in forms of metal, long and sharp, some with chambers and some that disguise the world through rose-colored glasses never work when you have healing factor…another day to ‘live’, Heaven can wait…
**Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?**
Forgiveness of those hurt allows no give, only take, only to afflict more pain and sorrow, and hurt is their reward for the ‘creature’ not given a life of his own. The enemy of my enemy is my friend..only a fable. Everyone is his enemy those he thought loved him. Tears of regret are sometimes mistaken for tears of a demented kind as they flow of blood instead of watery images of the soul. Teeth clench as claws extend ripping apart the walls, and natural talons scratch at the very body it wishes to relinquish on this realm of existence. Is this really real?
**It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone please explain?**
He awakens, during sunrise, labored breathing and chills run through his body. Questions fill his thoughts, why me? Who am I really? Why am I still here? Face buried in hands trying to calm the flowing tears of confusion, loneliness, and empty heartache of past sins being relived. The Wolverine surrounded by friends still has an empty void to fill that only his enemies’ can. Punished for his God-given abilities still quietly demand the same answer…Is it real?, is it real?. Looking out between separated fingers he realizes he is home, not killing, maiming or causing destruction, he’s home in his bed hearing the sound of sad music through the wall. A song that relates all too well to his past and maybe his future. Shaky he gets up from the bed and leans on the wall where the music softly escapes from and closes eye eyes whispering…Is it real?
Man I hope this wasn’t too bad. It’s my first song fic and I hope some of you like it. I won’t get too upset if you don’t ^_^. Reviews are happily welcome.