She couldn’t tear her eyes off from the glowing screen no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t move her hand for the necessary inches that it would have taken to reach the remote control. She could only sit and stare, chilling feeling of dread spreading through her whole being.
The sound of the commentator had long ago faded to incoherent whispering in her ears. Only thing she could hear were the sounds of the scuffle. Yelping, barking and screaming.
She hated nature shows. For a reason. Nature was cruel. It had played the dirtiest possible trick on her years ago when she had been conceived. Nature had seen it fit to bless her with a gift she couldn’t return. Couldn’t go to the nearest super market with receipt and demand compensation. So she usually avoided nature shows like a plague. Now she had accidentally stumbled upon one and couldn’t make herself to turn off the damn TV.
*Bravery? Stupidity? Or sheer stubbornness? What made Wade decide that the carcass it found was worth to fight for?*
Wade? The commentator had even named the animal? So this was one of those corny pieces where you got to see a whole lifespan of some poor critter under an hour, from birth to death.
*Wolverines are loners by nature. Accustomed to harsh conditions. Willing to face the impossible odds in order to survive…*
How long? How long and detailed footage they had? She didn’t even notice the tears streaming down her cheeks before the image on the TV started to blur and she had to blink and wipe her eyes. Wade was still going at it with the polar bear. Both were showing signs of tiring. Snow around the animals was generously decorated with bits of fur and blood.
*We have seen Wade growing from clumsy pup to a clever and cunning survivalist, but this time, I’m afraid…*
For a moment it actually looked like Wade would make it. The bear looked hesitant, as if it was trying to find a way to back off from the battle, but Wade the wolverine was having none of that. Great white bear represented a threat. Somebody, something that stood in the way of Wade’s survival. Wade had obviously worked hard to find the half rotten carcass of the seal.
“Hey. What’s on?” She glanced up and wiped her cheeks, flipping the TV to another channel quickly.
“Nothing. You came to watch hockey?” She asked, trying to stop her voice from trembling when Logan flopped down to the couch next to her.
“Nope. Just got back in. Was out with Summers. Saw you in here, and after all, it’s my duty to inform you that it’s past curfew already.”
Out with Scott? Logan didn’t hang out with Scott. When they went out it was business.
“You alright?” She squeaked, hating the way her own voice got all thick and whiny.
“Are you? What were you watching anyway, some chick-flick?” Logan asked, offering her a handkerchief.
“I’m fine… I’m… It was just some stupid movie…” She muttered, wiping her eyes. Logan harrumphed and threw his arm over her shoulders, pulling her against his side.
“Want to get some ice-cream? Isn’t that what chicks are having when they’re down?” He asked. She shook her head.
“No. I’m kind of tired… I think I’ll go to bed…”
“Want me to tuck you in?”
She closed her eyes. Inhaled the scent of tobacco and leather that still whispered in the air, trying to forget Wade. Trying to forget how it had launched to the final, futile attack from the carcass, clearly aiming to the throat of the polar bear. Trying to forget how the bear had risen to its hind paws, and how one, almost playful swipe of massive, white-furred front paw had snapped Wade practically in half. But the hardest part to forget was what happened after, when the bear had started eating the frozen carcass of the seal. Wade had still been alive, but paralyzed. It had been staring at the bear; steady murmur echoing from its crushed chest, still itching for a fight.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks for RouDeVil for letting me play with her plot-bunny. Go and read her "Sleeping With Wolverines" if you're after absolutely adorable foof. :)