Title: A Touch to Tame the Animal
Rated PG for descriptions of violence
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Summary - Logan's dreams still haunt him. Another chapter in the
He lies down in bed. His head is swimming from intoxication he has
ingested enough bourbon to put down an elephant. But, he fears the
dreams the memories buried deep in the recesses of his mind. Every
night for as long as he could remember he has had these dreams and
every night he has not had a peaceful night's sleep.
His dreams have kept him company every night since the time that he
was changed - an awakening that kept him on the run for so many
years. Life was bad enough trying to live in a prejudiced society
that shunned him for being genetically different. Then, they altered
him made into an even larger freak of nature with an unnatural
skeleton. He was made into a living weapon a monster with
unmeasured healing abilities and alloy claws and by people he must
of at one time trusted.
Trust. He has buried his ability to trust. Living amongst people
who hate and fear him how could he trust? The animal lives on
instincts to survive and that is how he lived 15 years of his life.
Only recently has he let his guard down to a few people. They have
touched a part of him and reintroduced him to trust.
A sense of fear sweeps over him a fear to sleep because sleeping
brings the dreams. Many a night he has awakened from the dreams
soaked with sweat and having impaled something with the claws. He
has lost count of how many bed sheets, mattresses, and other objects
have fallen victim to his restless nights. Because of this, he has
remained isolated at night never sharing his bed with anyone for fear
of the injury he could inflict on an innocent soul.
There is recollection of when an innocent fell victim to his
nightmares. It happened maybe four years ago now. She was an
innocent bystander only wishing to help him escape the dreams. Lucky
for her that she was a mutant and made use of his healing ability, or
she too would have been counted with the many bodies that have fallen
prey to metal claws and a berserker rage. His guilt-ridden
conscience still blames himself for that night.
He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the floor of the room he has
called home for quite some time considerably longer than any other
place he has resided in - this school for mutants in New York. He
has not forgotten how long he has been an on and off resident here.
He takes in a deep breath and prepares to close his eyes wishing
silently the booze would knock him out long enough to get a few hours
As his brain drifts into sleep, and the images begin to taunt him
He feels cold his body stripped naked. He feels confined he is
laid out on a cold slab and held in place with metal restraints. No
matter how hard he struggles, he cannot free himself. The animal
rages in fear and with a willingness to chew off his own appendages
if it means freedom. He feels pain an incredible pain as the men
with no faces cut him up like a side of beef. They slice his flesh
and expose his bones to the open air. Incredible agony he feels a
fiery searing pain of molten metal bonding to his bare bones.
His body shudders and sweats as the dream persists. His bed sheets
become saturated as he tosses and turns and cries out. His
subconscious is furiously tormenting him with these repressed
Anger. Pain. Rage. He finds a hidden strength deep down inside in
a place he didn't know he has and breaks the bonds that hold him. He
is free. The animal is free. The mutant man is free. The water
drips down his naked body, and he quickly pans around summing up his
situation and searching for a way to escape. Faceless man after
faceless man try to capture him. He runs as fast as his wet bare
feet can take him. He senses danger in all directions.
Pain incredible pain as something pierces the skin of his hands.
He cries out like a wounded animal looking at the metal blades that
have appeared through his knuckles. He sees and smells blood his
blood pouring out of the wounds the blades made, and he cries out
in terror and agony. He cannot begin to comprehend what they have
done to him.
Fear he is being hunted. The animal runs again but is cornered.
Instincts tell him to fight. He must fight or face being captured
and tortured again.
The raging animal turns towards his captors. Metal blades cut
flesh. He sees and smells blood again. He tastes blood. This time
it is not just his own. His skin turns red from the shower of blood
from his victims his captors his torturers - they fall one by one
as he fights for freedom.
A touch a gentle caressing feeling on his naked shoulder from
delicate fingers tracing circles on his skin. The alloy is piercing
his knuckles. He hears a soft voice calling him back to
consciousness leading him out of the darkness to the light. He
rises with a fury and prepares to strike. His breathing comes quick
and short. Lightning fast reflexes take the would-be victim out of
harm's way. A hand holds his outstretched arm strongly.
Fingers on his flesh again trace circles. The touch soothes him
the voice calms him. He feels the warmth of someone nearby. The
feeling of rage slowly lessens.
He is drawn back to reality the soft sweet compassion in her voice
brings the animal to rest. He begins to give her his trust, even
though he has only known her a short time. Somehow, he feels a
connection with her her mutation is the same as his her feral
personality like his.
The touch he feels like he is in a trance and powerless. The
softness of her fingers making circles on his shoulder commands his
full attention. She doesn't fear him she doesn't shun or hate him
for she too is like him. In fact, she is him in so many ways. He
glances silently into her eyes. There is an understanding there an
understanding unparalleled by even the innocent girl who melded with
his mind or the telepath who tried to.
Silently he looks at her. Her fingers run through his soaked hair.
His eyes close as a sense of relaxation falls over him something he
has never experienced before at least, for as long as memory serves
him. Slowly, he lies down under her silent order.
She lies in bed by his side telling him she will stay until he falls
asleep. There is no fear or hate - just compassion, understanding
and a gentle touch that makes him relax. She shares her warmth and
gentleness. He gives her his trust closing his eyes with the belief
that she is there to help.
A touch a gentle touch of circling fingers on slippery flesh. A
touch fingers run softly over his lengthy sideburns. A touch
fingers slide down his neck slowly. A touch fingers trace circles
on his shoulder. A touch his soul calmed by a soothing voice
telling him everything will be all right. A touch that opens his
heart. A touch that comforts his frightened soul and gentles the