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Title: Going Native
summary: Logan spends the night with Native, but what brought him to her.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any Marvel Characters.
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Why‘m I here?
Why‘m I here? Huh, I’ve asked that question a million times in a million different situations.
Why the hell am I here? What twisted soul saw fit ta breathed life int’ this one sick puppy; this runt, this animal, an’ then give him a life he can’t hardly remember an’ a body that won’t die? What perverted entity sat back an’ watched while all the pain an’ sufferin’ got dropped on him?
I’m not bitter, that ain’t m’ style, what’s the point? Things are fucked-up. Life’s a bitch. Ya just have ta take it by the throat an’ show it who’s boss now an’ again, Ha.
So why‘m I here. Right now, in this place? Well I guess that damn SOB Creed put me on th’ path, but some how I think I woulda found ma way here sooner o’ later.
So how come I’m so at peace here? With her; this dirty, cave-dwelling, wild woman. Prob’ly cos once-upon-a-time I was just as wild an’ filthy, ‘cept I don’t remember. Its kinda strange, twenty-four hours ago I was lying in a warm bed, in a nice house, in ‘little-town’ suburbia with the firm tanned body of an incredible woman lyin’ across me. Now I’m here, in a cave, under a deer skin with a feral girl who feels so much a part o’ me, but I can’t remember ‘er.
We made love, well if ya can call it that, savage sex would be a better description; it was wild an’ frantic, but I wanned ‘er as much as she wanned me. Some’ing inside me told me we’d been the same way once before. She smells so good; like damp earth an’ bark, like soft brown leave-mould under the canopy of a forest. She smells like home, whatever that’s su’posed ta mean. Her body’s so firm, every muscle an’ sinew ripples when she moves an’ when she let me brush back her matted hair she was beautiful, not supermodel beautiful, more primal, a natural beauty like she’s part o’ the place she lives. So different ta the clean an’ manicured Cassie Lathrop.
Come ta think of it they’re not so different Cassie an’ her; both moulded by circumstance, both fighting ta survive…both alone. How come I always find the waifs an’ strays? Ha, Don’t kid ya self bub, ya one too, remember.
So, why’m I here? Right now, I’m here cuz I need ta feel her next ta me, I need ta feel part o’ ‘this’ again, but I’m here cuz she ain’t safe any more. Creed’s seen ta that an’ there ain’t no doubt that mongrel’s not far away. I’m here cuz the ‘powers-that-be’ like ta watch us squirm once in a while. Well ta hell with ‘’em’, I’m here cuz I made the choice.