"Never again!" She screamed in his face. Her face was flushed, her fists were clenched, and her knuckles were white. "I'm through with you!" They were staring each other down, each as angry as the other.
"I lost my way." His voice was dangerously low. His eyes were blazing and his breath fogged as he spoke his words, something that only happened when he was fuming.
His breath was cold on her face, but, not as cold as his tone and not as cold as her heart. "She may believe you, but not me." She spat. She turned and her hair whipped him across his face. He grabbed her arm and swung her around.
"Don't turn your back to me."
"You knew what you were doing. And if she does believe you, than she deserves you." She wrenched her arm from his grasp and turned her back once more. He ran in front of her to stop her.
"What did you do with the letters I sent you while I was away?" He spoke of the mission that he and Kitty had embarked on. It took over a year to go back to the locations that Scott and Xavier were killed and solve the mystery behind their miraculous return.
"I threw them away. I knew what they were going to say. You're pathetic." She tried to walk around him, but he stopped her once more. "Go to her. You've never stopped on my part before, why start now?"
If looks could kill, she'd be dead. "It's over."
"It was over the moment you stepped into my room."
He moved out of her path and headed for the door.
"It'll hurt." She said softly.
He turned. "What will?"
"When you realize that I'll never be there again. You'll see my face everywhere. You'll miss me and my love. But, you chose to end this. You deserve to suffer. You'll try and get comfort from her, but it'll never match the comfort that I gave you. You'll see." Her back was turned to him the whole time. She was staring out of her balcony doors.
The room became extremely cold. She had pushed him over the edge. "You're a bitch." His voice dripped with hatred.
"I'd rather be a bitch for leaving you than an idiot for staying with you."
She felt him grab her by the back of the head. He had a handful of her hair. He brought his mouth down to her ear. "You were always a bitch." He whispered. His cold breath upon her ear sent chills down her spine.
She tried her hardest not to whimper. She had to be strong and not give him the satisfaction of causing her pain. "As much as I was a bitch you were a coward ten fold." Her voice was throaty from the strain of her neck being pulled backward.
His hand still full of her hair, he began to drag her towards the bathroom. "Let me go!" She screamed as she kicked her legs and arms. He opened the door to the bathroom and shoved her inside. She hit her head against the toilet. She groaned and her hand instinctively went for the back of her head.
She opened her eyes and the room was spinning. She was also very sensitive to the light that he must have turned on. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her whirling head. She could hear the bath water turn on and the tub being filled.
She felt cold arms and hands lift her from the floor. She tried to flip her internal switch on and drain the life out of him, but she was too dizzy.
He dropped her into the water. She felt his cold hands upon her neck and stomach. He was strangling her and holding her in the water at the same time. She desperately tried to switch her skin into life-sucking mode as she thrashed around in the water. She opened her mouth on instinct to try and yell. No words came forth, only bubbles. Her hands clawed at his. His hands became rock hard, as if they were made of ice. They would not budge. His freezing hand was burning her neck as she kicked her legs and flailed her arms to no avail. He was not letting up and she was panicking. She reached up and tried to hit him in the face or wherever she could make contact. She was so weak that her contact did nothing but make him laugh something sinister.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she desperately tried to breathe in air. Only water filled her lungs. Not long after, did her entire world turn black.
Bobby stood from the tub. He looked down at the peaceful and beautiful Marie. He had killed her. He smiled and wiped his hands on a bath towel. He walked from the room. He walked over to her dresser and opened her jewelry box. He withdrew the sapphire ring he had given her on their one year anniversary. He smiled. "Kitty will love it." He placed the ring in his pocket and with a little bounce in his step, he exited her room.
He closed the door behind him. He was startled to see Logan coming his way.
"Is Marie in there?" He asked. He seemed to be in a hurry.
Bobby's mouth struggled to form words as his mind ran a mile a minute, searching for something to tell him. "She- uh –went out for something. I was just getting something from her room that she had." His voice was wavering.
"You okay, kid?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Uh-yeah I'm fine."
"You didn't happen to lock her door, did you? She's got my cigars and I desperately need one." Logan mentally smiled. She did everything she could to try and get him to quit.
Logan went to enter Marie's room. "No!" Bobby shouted. Not on purpose. A lump began to rise in his throat. "I-I didn't see them." He toned his voice down a bit.
"Seriously, you need a drink or something." Logan was looking at him as though he had five heads. "I'm just gonna take a quick look. You should really go grab a beer, kid."
"Yeah, maybe I will." And as Logan entered Marie's room, Bobby ran for his to pack a quick bag, grab Kitty, and get the hell out of there. If Logan found the results of Bobby's actions in her bathroom, he would be one hell of a dead man. Logan would probably disembody him. And with that thought, Bobby quickened his pace to his room.
Logan shook his head as he entered Marie's room. 'That kid needs to get laid.' He chuckled to himself. 'Definitely not by Marie.' Logan grew angry at the thought. He was the only one that could ever touch Marie in that manner. She certainly was not his for the taking, but eventually, she would be and she had better not be tainted by Ice Prick.
Logan quickly scanned the room. It was neat and orderly and cigar-less. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her jewelry box opened. It was definitely out of character for Marie to leave something out of place. He walked over and shut the tiny drawer to the box. Bobby's scent lingered in this general area. He had been in this vicinity before Logan caught him leaving her room.
Something did not sit right with Logan. Her jewelry box was fucked up and Bobby was a little on the antsy side. He was hiding something. Logan casually walked around her room trying to find clues to Bobby's strange behavior.
Bobby had said that Marie was out, but her scent was coming off very strong. It was as if she had just been in the room, or she was in the room right now. "Marie?" Logan called.
He turned around and spotted the bathroom door closed with the light of it shining from the crack on the floor. "Marie?" He called again.
Logan's stomach fluttered. Something was definitely wrong. He slowly grabbed the door handle. He had a very bad feeling about what he would find on the other side of that door. He yanked it open and scanned the bathroom. The shower doors were shut and he saw a form lying in the tub. Again he called her name. No answer.
He walked over to the shower. It was definitely Marie. Her scent was overwhelming him. But, she was not moving. He pushed the door open. The sight he saw nearly killed him.
"Marie!" He screamed. He pulled her out of the water and down onto his lap. He felt for a pulse. There was none. Tears fell freely from his face as he rocked her back and forth. He placed her lifeless body onto the cold floor. Her skin was freezing. He desperately performed CPR. "Help!" He hollered as his mouth met her cold lips. He gave mouth-to-mouth repeatedly. He called for help again.
He began to panic all the more. He could never stop giving CPR. He had to revive her. He could not live without her. A million thoughts zoomed through his head. Including the things he would do to that Drake boy after he hunted him down.
He placed his mouth to hers again. He blew into her lungs with all the air he could muster.
It was a miracle.
She spurted and coughed up all of the water she had swallowed and her mutation went into overdrive.
Logan felt his life being sucked from him through his hands. He was convulsing and could not pull them away.
Marie looked up and saw that she was draining the life out of Logan. She quickly threw his hands off of her. Her head was pounding and she felt extremely disorientated. She stared at Logan who was catching his breath and recovering from the seizure that Marie had caused.
She tried to ask if he was okay but could not form the words.
He sat up slowly. He looked over at the love of his life. "Are you okay?" He was shaking worse than her and his face was stained with his salty tears.
She sat against the door and stared at him. She had her arms wrapped around herself and was shivering. "I'm so cold." Her lips were blue.
Logan pulled her to him. He rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm her up. He kissed the top of her head. He had never felt so helpless and afraid.
"What happened?" She looked into his hazel eyes. Tears were silently falling down her porcelain skin.
He sat and tried to think of a response. He did not want to tell her what truly happened just yet. "I-I don't know," He lied.
"Did I drown?" Her teeth were chattering and Logan reached up for a towel and wrapped it around her.
"I think so." His voice was soft and he could feel his anger boiling towards the particular mutant who tried to kill off his precious Marie.
She looked down at her wrinkled hands. "Bobby did it." She whispered as she came to the realization. Everything flooded back to her. "We fought and I said things that made him so upset." She looked back into his eyes. Her voice hardened, "I'm going to kill him." Logan was taken aback by the sudden hatred and fire that erupted behind her brown eyes.