The screams of the dying were too loud. I heard them torturing my kind. All of them. In cages, strung up from the ceiling, everything I knew dying. I started to scream out when They came around aiming at me with eager faces. This was it. I was going to die. Just as the shot rang out, the bullet was sliced in half and the bodies before me were frozen. A gruff man cut through the ice and shattered it all. All three looked at each other and held a hand out to me. I had to choose. I sent a bullet through my brain.
I woke up screaming my lungs out and feeling the fragments of bullet enter my brain. Just a dream. Just a dream.
Damn it all to hell. A dream that can hurt you.
Shut up. Then, I realized I was talking to myself. There I was showing my cracks again. The cracks to the past.
I needed to clear my head desperately, so I swung down from a very kind and benevolent farmer's hayloft. I landed with a grunt and began walking down the little strip of hay riddled dirt and looked down at the leaves and upturned dirt. Suddenly, I ran up on a brick wall of sorts, but it moved.
"Uh... Scuse me..."
"Uh..." I looked at the extremely attractive, gruff man. "Pardon me." I backed up and pulled my hair down over my face to conceal reddening cheeks.
"Don't apologize. I wasn't looking myself."
I nodded and watched him walk off a little before he looked back at me with a small smile. It was shy, sweet smile. I found myself smiling back at him and he laughed somewhat contently.
"Hey, why don't you help me with this lumber?" He nodded towards a pile of two by fours of assorted lengths.
"Sure." It wasn't difficult to talk to him or be around him.
I started to pull out a large piece of lumber when the gruff man placed a hand over my own and took it from me. He grinned and I figured he was only about in his early to mid-thirties. "Maybe you shouldn't help..."
"What do you mean?" I was almost angry at the man.
"You couldn't weigh any more than seventy-five pounds! How would a girl like you manage to carry something like that?"
It was a rhetorical question but I chimed in anyways. "I'm not a girl. I'm twenty." Minus two years.
He eyed me carefully before smirking. "Yeah. and I'm not a mutant."
I was taken slightly aback by his statement. Of course I knew he was a mutant, but he spoke so freely about it when I made an effort to be discreet. "Yeah then I'm not either." I rolled my grey eyes.
I laughed lightly, and he placed his hand on top of mine. "What's your name kid?"
"Violet..." My voice cracked a little and I brushed the anxiety off as thirst. "What about yours?"
"Logan." He seemed a little grim himself.
"Nice to make your acquaintance, Miss."
He worked on chopping the lumber with blades that cut through his skin between his knuckles. I watched in mild fascination and asked, "How's that wood coming along? Er. I mean lumber." I mentally sighed in exasperation. Now I seemed like a juvenile pervert.
He just laughed a second before looking me over again. He eyed me again with approval this time. "Alright, sweetheart, show me what you can do."
I was afraid at first. I didn't want to scare him off like I had done to some others. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I'm nearly indestructible, Kid."
I smiled and showed off some talent. I took in a deep breath and focused. My mind barely brushed his before I contacted him. Boo.
He fell back a little before laughing and clapping. "Brava, brava, bravisima." He laughed. "Good thing I wasn't after you. I would have made an ass of myself." A thoughtful pause. "What else can you do?"
I smiled widely. "Hold on." I rushed over to the lumber pile and chunked a whole timber across the spacious barn. Absorbsion... I felt myself taking on the powers of the older man and flexed my skinny arms then clenched my hands.
A searing pain cut through my hand and I looked down between my knuckles. There they were. Long, unforgiving steel blades protruding from the spaces between my knuckles. It nearly killed me to stand there like that, and I immediately sensed danger.
I reached up in time to block a swing from Logan.
"What the hell?" I spat as I threw him off of me.
"Shut it, Mystique."
"I'm not-" I blocked another slash. "whoever that is. There's some- mistake."
He seemed to consider it a moment before backing off of me. I heard him thinking loudly about things I didn't quiet approve of. He cursed loudly in his mind and wondered if I was who I said I was. I never intended to throw open every drawer of personal thought, but the onslaught of his memories were too powerful. The blades had retracted back into my hands and I desperately threw myself on the floor as I felt blades enter my chest and heal over, my life be taken from me to revive a dying comrade, and watching someone I love die. A blue scaly woman tackled me and threw me against a wall, turning into several other people before returning to herself.
But I knew the thoughts couldn't be mine. I had never seen any of these people and I certainly couldn't make out anything about it. My reality was mixing with his the further I unwillingly went into his mind. I writhed on the floor, begging it to stop.
"Make it stop..." I slammed my head against the floor. "Make it stop..." I felt my power slipping and giving way to everything possible. I slammed my head on the ground harder this time and felt a little groan escape my lips before everything blacked out.
Logan PoV:
I just watched her convulse on the floor in shock. Maybe this wasn't Mystique and maybe she was telling the truth. My instincts told me she was a danger and I realized there was something else in my mind. It wasn't very well concealed, but it had gotten there. It was the girl- Violet. Only then did I hear the mental screaming for it to stop. She was there inside my mind unable to shut it off.
A danger? A hazard? Yes, but as she twitched helplessly on the floor, pain and concern for her welled up in me. Wait. No this isn't right. I shouldn't feel this way. I felt no presence of her in my mind still and silently wondered how many times she'd done that- get tangled up in someone else's mind.
I rushed to the house of the benevolent farmer and thanked him for the lodging, but I knew the girl and she was not doing well. He nodded, gave me his son's jacket and motorcycle and I took off with the girl.
I sighed as I pulled her around in front of me, scared she would fall off the back while unconscious. There was just something about her that made me want to be with her and take care of her. Perhaps it was her frailty or the fact that she was volatile and couldn't control herself, but I would never know. Nor did I care.
I held one arm around her and one hand on the handles, but I couldn't keep it up for long. I eventually had to swing her back around and made sure she wouldn't fall off if she twitched. It was a long, hard ride to the next town, but with the occasional twitch of the girl on my back, I managed to stay awake for her sake.
She apparently got comfortable and rested her head against my neck and shoulder and squeezed her arms around me. My skin got hot and prickly in a way it hadn't done in such a long time, but she was just a girl. An innocent girl. To make matters worse, she breathed heavily on my neck and whispered, "Logan..."
At first, I thought she was successfully seducing me but realized she was out like a light. I had to control myself as well as I possibly could with such a fragile girl.
She occasionally murmured my name, causing her soft lips to brush against my skin. Then the unexpected happened. "Bobby..." It was a plea almost. My mind instantly flickered to the Iceprincess also known as Bobby. It was impossible, and I just had to figure she was thinking about someone else.
We rode a little father before she squeezed my torso tightly and sighed another name. Rage boiled in my veins and I couldn't help the blades coming out of my hands, threatening to slice open anything we ran into.
Her voice was another seductive purr. "Wade... Wilson..."
