It was the set of a high class porno. That was really all there was to it. He was on a porn set and, for some reason or other, they had got him involved. He was wearing a black leather jumpsuit that left little to the imagination. Logan really didn’t see the point of wearing something so stupid when he was perfectly all right in the jeans, t-shirt, flannel shirt and jacket he had been wearing earlier. It wasn’t like the leather thing would keep him from being killed if he got stabbed. He’s be all right no matter what he was wearing. No matter how much he tried to explain it, One-Eye and Red simply hadn’t caught on. They had insisted he wore the black getup.
“Can’t this thing go any faster?” Logan demanded, shifting in his seat.
This was the part that Logan hated most. The waiting. Waiting to get there and find out whether Marie was alive or not. He refused to believe that she was dead, but whether Creed had hurt her or not remained to be seen. If he did, Logan was going to make the big motherfucker pay.
“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” One-Eye told him.
“That ain’t good enough,” Logan growled. “I don’t want anything happening to Marie. She gets hurt, so do you.”
“We understand your feelings for the girl, Wolverine. What you need to understand is that we’re doing everything in our power to get to her as fast as possible,” Red reminded him.
Logan’s eyes darkened considerably. “You understand shit all, Red. Marie is literally the only thing I have in the world and I’m not about to risk losing her. You don’t know Creed like I do. You don’t know what he’ll do to her. So get me there now before he does something real bad to her and my baby.”
Red didn’t say anything else to him after that. None of them did. Logan was left on his own to brood and pray that Marie was all right. Every single fibre in his body was focused on Marie. He wanted Marie to be safe more than anything else. That meant he wanted her in his arms where he could hold her and protect her with his life if need be.
The ride seemed to be taking forever. No matter how often he tried to distract himself and think positive thoughts, Logan’s mind kept going to the worst possible part of the situation. He kept envisioning Marie dead and had to physically restrain himself from popping his claws and going on a rampage. In fact the only thing that had kept him from his rampage was the fact that One-Eye and his crew were Logan’s link to Marie. If he were to kill them not only would he be unable to fly the jet, but he wouldn’t be able to get to New York in time to save Marie. Since he couldn’t allow that it meant putting on the leather BDSM suit and flying in a jet with a bunch of goody-goody freedom fighters.
“All right, I see the bridge. We’re going down,“ One-Eye announced just as he prior to every other maneuver. “We should be at Liberty Island in about forty seconds.”
At that announcement, Logan went into full attack mode. They were forty seconds away from the bastard that had taken his Marie. There was going to be serious hell to pay when he got ahold of Magneto and the rest of his slaves. He was going to kill each and every one of them. Creed was top on the list of people Logan wanted dead. Logan didn’t even want to think of what Creed had done to Marie in the time since he had taken her.
Logan was vaguely aware of One-Eye spouting off random instructions of what they were to do once they reached the island. While a part of him knew that he should be paying attention, for the most part he just didn’t care. Logan was going to save Marie whether he had their help or not. Sure he was grateful that they were getting him to Marie faster than he would have been able to on his own, but that didn’t mean that he needed heir help to save her. Logan could do that himself.
The jet came to a sudden, shuddering stop that would have thrown Logan from his seat had he not been belted in. “You call that a landing?” Logan grumbled as he straightened himself up.
Not waiting for One-Eye to respond or even finish landing the jet, Logan unfastened his seatbelt and rose to his feet. Amidst protests from Red and the other woman, Logan rose to his feet and headed for the door. He wanted to get out and get to Marie as soon as possible.
There was a great woosh of air as Logan exited the jet. He jumped onto the island, steadying himself against the roar of the jet’s engine. Logan scanned the landscape, his eyes darting immediately to the statue. He had never seen it up close before, but he didn’t think that the bottom of the torch was supposed to be a different colour than the rest of the statue.
“I’m coming, Marie,” Logan muttered under his breath as he took off at a run towards the entrance at the bottom of the statue.
Logan had barely gotten five feet when he felt his entire body still. None of his limbs were moving and Logan could slowly feel himself being lifted off the ground. Right away Logan knew who was responsible and wasn’t the least bit frightened by it Rationally, he knew that he should be terrified. After all, he was unable to move and being brought into the midst of his enemies.
“Help me! Somebody help!”
Logan could hear Marie’s screams loud and clear. His anger which had already been ready to explode at any moment flew over the edge. Because of what Magneto was doing to him, he could extend his claws, but he could still ready himself for the moment when he would be set free. As soon as he regained full control of his limbs, Magneto and his cronies were as good as dead.
“Well lookey here. A floating target,” Creed snarled as Logan was lowered through a hole in the top of the statue’s head. “I wonder what your little whore will think once I tear you to shreds, runt.”
“Don’t you ever fuckin’ shut up?” Logan growled seconds before his body was slammed painfully into the wall behind him. For the first time, he caught sight of Magneto who had been hiding in the shadows.
Magneto shook his head disapprovingly and cross his arms over his chest. “Really, Wolverine. Such vile language. One would think that you would have learned to curb yourself being in the company of a female for so long.”
“Fuck you too.”
“What’s with all the leather, runt? Trying to be a superhero?” Creed taunted, striding forward until he was inches away from Logan’s face. “Too bad you can’t stop me.”
To prove his point, Creed lashed out, catching Logan across the chest as his nails dug deeper that the leather protected. Aside from a low grunt, Logan gave no indication that he was in the least amount of pain. The only way to tell that anything was wrong with him was by looking at the tightness in his jaw. He was clenching his teeth so tightly that veins could clearly be seen.
“Was that supposed to hurt?” Logan called back, his voice strained as he struggled to keep from crying out in pain.
Creed shook his head. “No, but this is.”
This time Logan couldn’t contain his screams of pain as Creed’s claws dug themselves deep into his sides just above his hips.
“You ain’t done sreamin’ yet, runt,” Creed growled as he pulled the claws from Logan’s abdomen.
Logan wasn’t the one to scream though.
A loud, piercing wail could be heard from up in the torch. Right away, Logan knew that it wasn’t his Marie that had screamed. It simply wasn’t her scream. That meant it was more than likely the Blue Bitch. Logan was all for that because if Marie didn’t put an end to her, he could. And he’d do it with a smile on his face.
As soon as he managed to get himself unpinned from the wall.
Something which Logan was bound and determined to do. There was no way he was going to let Magnethead win. Not when Marie’s life was on the line. Not only Marie’s, Logan reminded himself, but their child’s as well.
Straining against the magnetic hold, Logan was able to accomplish nothing. When it was all over, he lay gasping in Magneto’s invisible hold, still unable to move.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ die,” Logan threatened, making no distinction between the two mutants. As far as he was concerned, they were both going to die.
Logan was still attempting to pull himself away from the wall when Magneto let out a mangled cry and toppled to the ground. In his place stood Marie with a feral grin on her face. Logan just had enough time to register what he was seeing before he fell to the ground. Catching himself, Logan rolled to his feet and advanced on Creed before the bigger man had a chance to respond.
“Marie, get the fuck outta here!” Logan shouted as she shoved his claws into Creed’s massive chest.
“Ah’m not leavin’ ya!” Marie protested, backing into a corner. “So just hurry up an’ kill him so we can get outta here!”
That seemed to piss Creed off who whirled round and started towards Marie. Logan didn’t give him a chance to get more than two steps before he was on him again. With one quick swipe, Creed’s spinal cord was severed at the small of his back.
As the taller man fell to his knees, Logan walked around so that he was standing in front of Creed. “You’ll never touch what’s mine again, Creed.”
With that, Logan swiped the blades clean through Creed’s neck, severing his head in one blow. Creed’s features barely registered what was happening before his dark eyes became lifeless and the man-beast was no more.
“Logan!” Marie screamed, rushing forward and all but tackling him to the ground.
Logan just had enough time to turn and catch her in his arms, holding her tiny body flush against his. Unable to form any rational thoughts, Logan contented himself with holding her, pressing soft kisses along her throat and shoulder. He could feel Marie’s hands moving through his hair as she attacked buried her face against his throat.
That was exactly how One-Eye and the rest of the X-Geeks found them. Curled around each other on the ground only feet from Creed’s decapitated body.