#gabe01

Since protecting Lydia was already a bust, Jackson didn’t see any point in staying with the pack anymore. It looks like they were all lost on where to go next anyway. Besides, they’ll cover much more ground by going their separate ways. Jackson hit the streets as fast as he could without going on all fours, trying to catch Lydia’s scent. The full moon above him tempted him to turn. Kanima. Werewolf. It didn’t matter as long as he turned. Only his goal kept him at bay.

All caution was thrown out the window when Jackson saw a familiar face walking down the street. One he wouldn’t forget even years after managing to escape the armory. Jackson was nowhere near the hunter when he died, but he’d be lying if he didn’t feel immense relief when he learned that he was one of the casualties that night. Seeing him now, walking once more amongst the living, Jackson could feel his claws threatening to break out from his finger tips. Jackson practically slithered behind the man’s back and grabbed him by his shirt. “You. With me,” he growled before dragging the man into an isolated parking lot. Once out of sight, Jackson shoved the man unto the nearest cement wall. “What are you doing here?”

@gabrielesummers

Scott can see Gabriel watching him before he even makes it through the Gate. He can’t see his face but he doesn’t need it to perfectly capture the disappointment. He was supposed to bring the rest of the X-men. Their big happy family, reunited again. Instead, he brought Logan.

The guards are going through his belongings, shouting their questions and waving guns in his face. He’s strip searched and checked for bite marks before finally someone makes the call to let red glasses through. It’s irritating. He’s exhausted.