Hi! here ne new FF on my part! At the moment I am extremely disturbed by "X-Men", so I had to write a FF on this topic. Please don't hold it against me. I hope you enjoy it. The whole thing is very confusing at the beginning, but that will all be clarified in the next part, provided you write comnmies diligently and want to read the second part.

Have fun and Commies!







Between the fronts (X-Men)



~ Now close your eyes, tell me what you see! ~

~ Just let yourself fall and feel the power that flows within you! ~

~ Don't listen to the voices, follow your path! ~

~ Sharpen your senses, conquer the anger that lives in you! ~



What was that? Music! I haven't heard any music in weeks! It was so comforting, I wanted more of it while trying to find the source! I look around! Then it would be quiet! I slowly hung my shoulders. I briefly felt the feeling of joy!It was dark and scary again! When would it ... wait! There again!



~ You know I'm always there for you! ~

~ I've always been closer to you than anyone was! ~

~ We are not afraid of anyone, nothing can happen to us! ~

~ But we can't wait any longer, it's time for us to go! ~



Then it was quiet again! Where did these beautiful sounds come from? Someone sang! To me? For his wife or future wife? The text was full of love and affection for a person! Beautiful!

Then it stopped. Even after several minutes, I no longer heard this inspiring song. But there! A creak and key was turned. Should someone let me out? Not really! I hadn't fully served my sentence.

But it seemed to be something. My door opened and a tall man in uniform stood before me. He was wearing the under uniform. A tight black suit with shoulder shields and breastplate.A waist belt in white hatter across his hips. He was handsome, but I hated him. I wanted to spit on him, but then he might have killed me or left.

"Querna taka inumoleer !!" He grabbed my arms and roughly pulled me to my feet. I needed something to understand what he said. It was my native language and I had partly forgotten it.

A light wave of joy ran through me. I was at home? What if this man spoke my language?

“Tikana umerts?” I looked at him questioningly.

“Inumoleer!” He repeated briefly. I should follow him. When I asked where we were, he didn't answer.

"Tschauina suim lodsa. Ion jutge klmas et nuimg gertasn!" I didn't understand everything, so I probably looked a bit stupid from the laundry. To my surprise, he repeated it in my language, which I had learned from a young age since leaving my real home.

"You come to me. A little water and soap will do you good!" then he looked at me.

"Is good!" I didn't dare to contradict him. He looked so ..... powerful and he was incredibly beautiful. Stop! I should be this man, was it a man? Better that being, I should hate it!

"What do ...!" I got a big lump in my throat so that I couldn't go on talking. An old man blocked our way.

"Thanks, John! Give it to me!" He held out a hand and suddenly I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. A sharp pain spread slowly but steadily through my body.

"Wh ..... what ....." I couldn't utter a word. The pain numbed my entire ability to think and speak. Then he let go of me.

"Please! I wanted to take her with me so that she could wash something and put on new clothes." The man, apparently his name was John, because that's what the old man had called him, held me by the arm again.

"You like her? Okay, but you'll be back on time. You know that I need her. With her I can finally get to my old friend. We both through our men or better he through his male and I through the suitable one Females. ”He laughed. His laugh was cold and joyless. It was cruel.

“Thanks!” John turned around with me and we went into a small house.

He showed me a room that had a wash basin and a couple of towels. Then he put my new clothes on a small stool in the corner of the room.

"Here! Ten minutes! Then we have to go again! Oh and ... watch out. The water is cold!" he grinned mischievously at me and left the room. I did a quick wash and then we went off. I didn't know where to go. I still felt in a kind of trance. Everything was so strange. We seemed to be in some kind of underground base.

Everything made of metal. So cold. I just wanted to get away and I knew I could do it.

I turned once and wriggled out of John's grasp. Then I ran. I didn't know where to go, but I kept walking.

It felt as if hours had passed when I came to an exit. I ran out and a long way to the nearby forest. I collapsed there. Everything went black. Darkness and cold came over me. I was passed out and it felt terrible. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop it.

It was only dark for ages. And in this darkness I only ever saw one name in front of me. I do not know why. I had never heard that name before and yet it seemed to haunt me. Even in my unconsciousness. Always this name: LOGAN









So! That was the first part !! If you want to read a second, write a commie!

* hug * your Saiy