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Post by Logan on Oct 16, 2004 15:29:23 GMT -4
He couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t smelled the smoke, the room was filled with smoke to the point where his eyes were burning…he should have smelled that coming down the hall. Something began to creep up his spine, a feeling that he had learned to trust over the years.
With the sound of metal being scraped against metal, Logan sprang his claws out. He sniffed the air and could still not sense anything, but the hackles standing out on the back of his neck told him something was not right.
I gotta warn Storm! Turning toward the door he narrowed his eyes. Where the door had been moments ago was nothing but wall. In fact, the room no longer had any doors. All the walls ran seamlessly into each other with no way in and no way out.
Rushing across the room, Logan pounded on the wall where the door had been, his extended claws flashing across the air with a gleam. The feeling at the back of his neck intensified.
“Storm!” Logan pounded on the wall, deep claw marks biting into the impossibly thick brick and wood. “STORM!!”
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