Post by logan on Oct 24, 2006 22:22:33 GMT -5
Logan didn't even take the bike when he left. It wasn't how this was supposed to work. This was supposed to be him on foot, through the wood, tracking using the old style. He'd cross the mountains, cross the plains, cross the country. The trip would be long, it was supposed to be long... he was sure even Creed knew that.
Leaving had been a heart-wrenching exercise, complete with a woman as broken as his promises. He could barely face Rayen to tell her, and spent the time trying to explain the need... the bloodthirsty call that kept pound-pound-pounding in his head and his heart. The scream of his instinct, the feral drive – something subconscious to the Nth degree, grinding at his will, forcing him to follow. She didn't take it well. They were quits. It made sense, and yet it didn't – he had no clue why he had to go, and that was the hardest part.
At first he suspected some kind of mind control, but his choices were too driven, too him. Whatever it was, it was from his past. Some voice reaching into the present and guiding him, leading like a divining rod aimed directly at Victor Creed's heart.
Now he was in the wood. It was the way to go. He would hunt down Sabertooth, and he would kill him... because it was what he was supposed to do. Only he didn't know why he was supposed to do it.
He just hoped that he could get Creed to tell him before he finally smote the life from him.
Leaving had been a heart-wrenching exercise, complete with a woman as broken as his promises. He could barely face Rayen to tell her, and spent the time trying to explain the need... the bloodthirsty call that kept pound-pound-pounding in his head and his heart. The scream of his instinct, the feral drive – something subconscious to the Nth degree, grinding at his will, forcing him to follow. She didn't take it well. They were quits. It made sense, and yet it didn't – he had no clue why he had to go, and that was the hardest part.
At first he suspected some kind of mind control, but his choices were too driven, too him. Whatever it was, it was from his past. Some voice reaching into the present and guiding him, leading like a divining rod aimed directly at Victor Creed's heart.
Now he was in the wood. It was the way to go. He would hunt down Sabertooth, and he would kill him... because it was what he was supposed to do. Only he didn't know why he was supposed to do it.
He just hoped that he could get Creed to tell him before he finally smote the life from him.