"Alkali Secrets" Chapter 1, Logan/OC [PG-13] X2
Title: Alkali Secrets
author: Megan Ellyson (lilyanialeigh@...
(brief) summary: Logan goes in search of more truth to his past and
heads back to Alaska. What he does not except to find is a mutant
with a familiar feel. Could she know about his past? Is there more
to Alkali Lake that meets the eye? He seeks an answer to what they
were doing at that facility.
Rating/warning & pairing (if applicable): PG-13
Feedback: Open to any feedback
The hum of a vibrating motorcycle coming to a halt echoed through a
lonely vacant town in the middle of Alaska. Logan stood shaking off
the snow that was left after the cold ride through the state. The
cigar in his mouth gave him heat while the air contrasted it with a
frosty gust. He looked at the grayish tinted building offered a
night's rest and hopefully some food before another day of
seeking the truth would pass. Now just to find out if a room was
He strolled through the office doors just to find it empty of any
kind of human life. In front of him sat a bell for service, so
Logan's hand sent the bell ringing through the room. Just as
clockwork, a gray haired man about fifty walked towards the counter
from a back room and looked Logan up and down.
"I need a room," Logan's rugged voice stated to the man.
He observed the man picking up a key from the back wall and writing
scribble on a forum.
"Sign this please," the man said politely towards Logan. The
old man's hands were tired and aged, as too was his face. They
showed signs of too many cold winters spent in this desolate town,
which rarely was inhabited.
Logan handed the forum back to the man and received a key in
exchanged. "Room 4, outside and to the right," the man said
as Logan walked away.
Logan walked back into the blistering cold and turned to the right.
As he walked, he saw a bar across the way with a light on. He
decided to put his bag in his room and maybe go over for a beer or
two. He opened the green shaded door into a bland room that screamed
boredom to him. The flannel bed was maybe a twin size or probably a
bit bigger did not look homely or comfortable, but he did not care
about the comfort. Only thing he cared for was the idea that it was
some place for him to sleep. He placed his leather bag containing
clothes and a few necessary things on the dresser before he left.
Logan placed the metal key into his jacket pocket and closed the
door to the room after he started towards the bar. Brandy lingered
in the air while voices followed flowing to the outside world. It
was a log-cabin looking place with antlers for lights and roughnecks
drowning themselves in alcoholic beers and drinks. As Logan entered
the bar, the endless blabber stayed consistent. The room was smoke
hazed and occupied by about 15 men and a few servers.
Logan spied a table alone near the back of the room. He gradually
walked his way through chairs of people to sit down. He took off his
jacket and waiting for a waitress to take his order. His face shown
different to the others due to his feral qualities, but he was sure
no one would notice him as a mutant. He lit his cigar and took a
drag off it.
Medusa was working her tables as she had done for about two years
now. She did not know what else she could do considering her lack of
a constant place to stay. She was left alone and trying to fend in
this land of ice and snow. Her auburn hair was pulled back the best
it could by a black ponytail holder with a layer of bangs escaping
its grasp. Her smiles were less bright than earlier; she was tired
of the hounding from the drunken roughneck truckers that thought she
owed them a good time for their money.
"Carl, I don't see why you let them do this," Medusa said
lightly. "They have been harassing Jaime as well as me. They
shouldn't be able to do that."
Carl looked at her annoyed, "quit whining, Medusa, and do your
job. A customer just walked in, take his order and we will discuss
Medusa glided towards Logan in the back of the room. Her scarlet
tank top and black denim jeans showed her slender body. Even though
she was not paper thin or on the chunky side, she body was
definitely well structured. She placed the circular tray on her hip
thinking about how she would rather be doing something constructive
instead of aiding the drunks in their quest to pass out.
"Is there anything I can get for you tonight?" Medusa asked
not paying any attention to Logan.
"I'll have a beer," he replied as he looked up at his
waitress. Her reddish tinted bangs dangled from her head that had
auburn hair descended into the pulled back ponytail. His eyes
brushed across her Celtic face and strong features. Her ivory flesh
looked smooth even in the dull hazy light in the bar. Their eyes met
for a moment, which seemed like hours. Her bright emerald eyes shown
into this milk chocolate eyes which brought a déjà vu feeling in the
back of her mind. Medusa saw his rugged features and felt like she
had touched his skin once before. His scent even felt so comforting
as to bring back a memory or something.
Logan felt a familiar feeling about her eyes. For a moment saw her
pupil change to a slit like position and then back to normal. She
was very beautiful and felt so familiar; he could not place where he
had known her. Even her scent felt like an old shirt or something
wrapping around him, but could not be placed.
go ahead and
" Medusa said
stumbling through her words. She turned and shook her head of its
confusion. She could not understand why looking at the man she felt
like she had known him before. Leaning on the bar waiting for Carl
to get a beer out of the cabinets in the back. Flashes of pained
lightening struck her mind with scattered memories of a laboratory
that had already haunted her dreams as of late. Injection needles,
screams echoing in the background, and military uniforms coursed
through her mind. The screams were her own and another's, for whom
she could not name.
"Medusa!" Carl exclaimed to get her attention.
Medusa was jolted back into the bar with no screaming only the
drunken laughter of the customers.
"Medusa, are you okay?" Carl worriedly questioned.
"You just about fell or passed out."
"Carl, I'm fine. Just a little light headed." Medusa
looked at Carl with a smile due to his caring about her deep
down. "Give me the beer," Medusa said taking the beer from Carl and
starting towards Logan.
Logan had been watching Medusa not knowing what to think about her
and her familiarity. She walked, as she would glide on ice without a
flaw. He could not even begin to express why she felt like a dream
come back to haunt him or something.
Medusa was looking at the ground to watch her step and was still a
little dizzy for the flashing memories. A tall wall built man
slapped her rear and sent a touch of anger shifting through her
body. The tall trucker smiled and tried to pull Medusa into his
"Come on, baby," said inebriated trucker.
"Let me go," Medusa cried as she struggled to get away from
him. As her silver dog tag escaped the underneath of her shirt, the
light shimmered upon it revealing the name embedded in its metallic
state. The name "MEDUSA" caught Logan's attention as well as the
number 458 25 384. Logan could not believe that her ID matched the
one he had before and realized she was like him.
"You owe me something more for my money," said the trucker
placing his hands inappropriately around her waist. Medusa started
to struggle harder as her pupils changed into reptile slits.
Suddenly a voice came striking through the room.
"Leave her alone, Bub," Logan demanded standing next to the
Medusa looked directly at Logan with pleading eyes.
"Go away man," the trucker replied, "She's my whore.
Find your own." The trucker pushed Logan away the best he could.
Logan retaliated with a fist to the trucker's face. The blow
forced the trucker to the down as well as Medusa. Her neck felt
jerked with the blast to the floor and landed almost on top the
trucker. Logan lifted her up to stand and once again, their eyes met
in complete familiarity.
"Thanks," came hushed from Medusa's lips. She stood
looking at the one who defended her when not even Carl would have. A
flash of fist came into Medusa's view and Logan was knocked back a
bit in a second. The trucker had gotten back up from the hit and
slugged Logan right in the face. Medusa got in the way of the
trucker before he could get a second slug in.
"Carl!" she screamed, "Do something!" The bartender
stood stunned for a moment and then started to go for his trusty
shotgun in the back.
Logan got up and three metal claws extended from his knuckles while
the trucker tossed Medusa out of the way. The fight began as a brawl
and Logan took swings at the trucker with those metallic claws.
Medusa could not believe what this strange mysterious man had coming
from his knuckles. She was not the only one she thought to herself.
She could not just watch as this heroic man was hurt by this
trucker. Medusa's eyes brightened with a jade glow and green
scales began to seep over her arms and face. The area between her
elbow and wrist had grown adamantium spines on both arms that
resembled the back of an iguana. She jumped through the room and
landed on the back of the trucker lifting him from Logan's reach.
She threw the trucker into a wall and his back broke the beam
holding that part of the ceiling up. Logan stood in awe seeing the
waitress changed into a crazed reptile with the same metal on her
body that was in his.
The trucker once again got up from the blow do to his delayed pain
from drinking excessively. He took a staggering swing at her face
and missed terribly. Although she did not miss when she swung the
side of her left arm slicing into the trucker's leg. That sent
him to the ground for good while Medusa looked up and saw everyone
staring at her. She panicked when see saw them and ran straight out
of the door into the cold. She left behind terrified customers and
Logan. Which even Logan departed from the bar after that without
being noticed by the others.
Coming soon: Chapter 2