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Project X: The Birth of Wolverine, Chapter 80- Psychosis
She was a true beauty. Heather Hudson and I were on the bed, naked, and wonder if anyone would find out our secret affair. Ever since I first met Heather, there was somethin' in her. That I can't quite catch it. It's like her strikin' beauty had overwhelmed my feelings, past, anger, and frustations. She's the one who helped calmed down my angry senses whenever somethin' comes up. I always had these visions, seein' dreadful and horrible things. The things that people should neva wanted to see. She raised her arms and touched my hairy chest, strokin' down a little. The sensations were wild enough that I might let out a roar throughout the Department H buildin'. But I neva wanted it to happen though. We fell in love with each other. This ain't some kinda porn movie that Fred Dukes would always liked to watch. Or viewin' some dirty magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler. Most of the time, the strong fella always liked to see naked chicks, havin' fun together on the private beaches. A waste of $hit that he's watchin'. When I ever see that he's readin' the dirty magazine, I just chucked it away from his strong hands. He did get angry alright. But I made sure of it that the mission had to be done rather than starin' at some naked ladies.
Heather looked at me as if though there was somethin' wrong. I told her that I felt okay when dealin' with the Great Beast situation. Evil sometimes can screw up your mind and turn it into somethin' else. Yea, I neva wanted to happen that way. I ignored that fact and concentrated on her beautiful face. My arms reached out to her gorgeous body. We had $ex like several times but I seemed to lost the count. Heather always wanted to have $ex with her husband, the general himself. But he neva had the time to do these kinda things with her. It was those times that Heather and her husband used to have some quality time together. But that changed when the general became too busy, workin' on his d@mn things. She knew that the general wasn't interested in her. Until I was found by her, cryogenically frozen for ten years. It's a good thing that Heather managed to revive me. Who knows how many more years I could get trapped on ice for more than ten years.
I came over her body, still starin' at her beauty. I kissed her on the left side of her neck. She closed her eyes as a result, wantin' my short body bringin' closer to hers. A moment of intense pleasure that we always liked to have. As many times we wanted it to be. I kissed down her neck and then her round bre@$t$. She must be feelin' the $exu@l tenderness as I kissed her and both of her n!pple$. Then I kissed on her lower body. I spread her legs wide open and felt my thing that came inside of her. She let out a faint scream as her eyes were still closed. I lifted my arms and reached on both sides of the bed, lookin' down upon the beautiful Heather. As I stared at her, there were scary voices comin' deep inside my head. I ain't sure if it was the voice of the Great Beast. I ignored the voice and felt the strongest urgeness inside of her d@mn gorgeous body. It's like a train which goes through the tunnel over and over again. A smoke that comes out of the chimney and the sound bangin' each other like the ones it played from the church tower. I went forward slowly while Heather placed both of her hands on my front chest and then hugged on the back. The sensations were comin' through my mind and it's if though I couldn't stop. The train kept movin' forward through the dark tunnels. It was like madness that overwhelmed me. I can't seem to stop it. Like someone was controllin' my sinful actions at this very moment. But I ain't callin' it a sin since Heather wasn't interested in her husband any more. I continued movin' forward through her like a wild animal, wantin' to seek out a mate for the rest of his life. The tensions were risin' up so high that we both led out a low scream together.
I went to the other side of the bed, pantin', and sweatin' a bit. Heather must be tired too. But she gave a slight smile across her face, which sorta tell ya that she wanted more. That she wants to make love again. She grabbed my thing so tight that I kinda felt the pain. I told Heather to stop but she wouldn't. I neva felt this pain before. She was grabbin' it so hard that I accidentally unleashed my adamantium claws. Heather was terrified of what was happenin' here. She neva minded the fact that I had these sharp weapons at my disposal. Even though she wasn't scared of me. She then walked out of the bed in a surprise. I called out to her, tellin' her where she was goin'. While callin' out to her, the room seemed to be shifted into closed tight shape. The room was gettin' smaller and smaller by the minute. The naked Heather was then seen goin' back further away from me as far as possible. I tried to reach towards her but the room prevented me from doin' so. I managed to get up from the bed and ran towards her. She seemed to gone out of existence. This was like a bad dream. Or even a nightmare that couldn't be stopped. I finally found her where she was standin' in the darkness. I stared at her, askin' why she would run away from me. She then said that I would kill her if I hadn't allowed her to do it. I sensed that there was somethin' wrong here. That I'm actually dreamin'.
Heather came towards me and whispered to the front side of my ear. She said some words that I couldn't able to hear. Even though that I had the super-hearin' ability. This dream was somethin' which came out of a true horror movie. As we were standin' together, Heather plunged her left arm through my chest. She then ripped out the heart from the center of my body. My eyes went wide open as I stared at my beatin' heart. I fell down to my knees, starin' at the floor of darkness. My face turned towards the naked Heather, holdin' my heart on her left hand. The words couldn't even come through my mouth. Because I struggled with the intense pain shootin' everywhere throughout my body. Heather was laughin' loudly, makin' fun of me. The blood dripped down from my beatin' heart and the floor of darkness was filled with blood. I tried to get up but the pain kept preventin' my hard nerves. I closed my eyes and unleashed the wild beast inside of me. I led out a wild roar and finally freed myself. The adamantium claws went right through her chest. She stared at me while the blood came from her beautiful lips. I released the claws and pulled back inside my knuckles. She then fell down until I caught her in my arms. I looked towards her face, where a single droplet of tear was comin' out from her eyes. I cried out in anger, wishin' that I hadn't killed the beautiful Heather.
"WRAAAAAAAAOOOOOOH!"
I woke up suddenly from the bed, where all the wires were strapped on my head and the arms. I saw the monitor towards the side of the bed where I was lyin' down. Heather was there, watchin' me over, includin' the general himself.
"Logan, are you alright?" Heather asked, standin' in front of the bed.
"Yea. What....What happened? Where am I?"
"You were just having a dream. We were trying to figure out your psychological condition."
"I had that before. That stupid.....motherf*ckin' Great Beast is doin' this to me."
Heather and her husband looked towards each other. Somethin' tells me that there was another side of the story behind my crazy delusions. The general began to explain the cause of my wild condition.
"It's not the Great Beast, Logan. At least we don't think it is," the general said.
"What? Then how do you explain the hallucinations that I'm recently havin'?"
The general kept quiet for a while and let his wife, Heather do the talkin' this time.
"It's someone that you know, Logan. Someone is causing this mental condition of yours. I think you know who it is."
"Who is it?!" I WANNA KNOW!
Heather was quite scared that I accidentally shouted at her. She must be thinkin' that I had gone nuts. Her eyes looked at the brain readings which were comin' from the monitor screen. She then revealed the person behind the condition.
"Logan....It's Psi-Borg."
To be continued in Project X: The Birth of Wolverine, Chapter 81- The Edge.
What the f*ck? Psi-Borg? So the Great Beast wasn't responsible for Logan's mental condition? But why? And how did Heather and her husband know this? Find out in the next chapter of Wolverine. I neva thought that Psi-Borg would be tearin' my mind apart all this time. I'll give him somethin' what he deserves. SNIKT!
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