I was waiting anxiously in the kitchen for Logan. He would be back from work soon. I glanced down at the little highlighter sized stick in my right hand. Two bars. I jumped when I heard his bike pull into the driveway. He opened the door a few seconds later. "Maia?"
My voice shook slightly as I answered. "In the kitchen."
He kicked of his shoes and walked in. "I have some good news, Logan."
He was getting a glass out of the cupboard; he hadn't looked at me yet. "What is it, darlin'?"
He turned to me, his eyes coming to rest first on my face, then on my right hand. He froze and then slowly raised his eyes to look at my face. I smiled and nodded. Then he got hit right between the eyes with a screw. He bent to pick it up. "What the hell…"
A nail pinged on the linoleum, and another two clattered into the sink. The house groaned, and the ceiling fell in on us. A beam pierced my shoulder, and another fell onto my torso, crushing me. The world seemed to slow as I realized what had happened. The test clattered out of my hand, and I knew it didn't matter anyway. There are some things my even my healing factor can't repair.
Logan, miraculously unhurt, jumped up and lifted the beam off of me. He pulled the beam out of my shoulder and looked around. "Is that…."
He ran off. I had to wait to sit up; the fallen I-beam had fractured my spine. I heard a shout and a scuffle. He seemed to be trying to keep someone from running away. With a crack, my spine realigned itself, the tendons knitting back together with a funny tingling. Logan walked back, someone over his shoulder and a fistful of purple material. He dropped the now unconscious body next to me and yanked on whatever he was holding. As I sat up, I saw Magneto stumble over a fallen beam.
"You? You did this to us?" I jumped to my feet, grabbing him by the front of his stupid costume. I pressed my fist to the underside of his jaw, my claws itching in my forearms. I was so ready to kill him. Logan grabbed my hand, pulling my fist away from him.
"Don't kill him, he didn't do it. Well, he did, but look at him. He doesn't know what he is doing." Logan pulled Magneto's head forward, pointing to the base of his neck. There was a small, circular scar. I knew what it was from, we learned about the governments controlling agents in Advanced Biochemics back at the mansion. The serum that caused burns like that controlled mutant's actions. It was cheaper and safer than a brain implant.
"God damn it!" I pushed him away from me, turning from him and Logan. I looked out over the ruins of my house. "What are we going to do?"
Logan pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "We call the Professor."
I looked at the ruined remains of the house. This was the second home I had lost in as many months. I was afraid it wouldn't be the last.
Ok, so… if, psh, hah, if, say Kat and warren were…. Going to get married and have to kids, a daughter that's 10 and a son that's 7, psh… what would you name them? Let's pretend it's a contest. Psh hehe pffft.
Seriously, though, what would you name them? Pssffhh.