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Title: Blow after Blow
By: Nianna
Summary: What happens when you lose all your loved ones? Logan is soon to find out
Note: 2 days after Alkali Lake, where Jean died...and others were hurt!
Chapter One
A
yell ripped through the silence of the school. Soon, the sound of
pounding feet was too heard. Ororo was the first one to arrive at the
door, from where the yell had been heard. She instantly opened the
door, and saw Logan, kneeling on the floor, with a limp Marie in his
arms.
"Logan..." She said, not sure of what to say, or to how
Logan would react.
Logan's head whipped around, his eyes full of
tears. "She's..." Logan whispered.
Seeing Logan like this,
scared Ororo. Everyone knew in the school how Logan never showed his
emotions, how he felt that he would be shown as weak if he ever
cried.
Ororo stepped aside as the Professor came behind her.
"Logan...my office?" He said telepathically, and Logan
numbly stood up and followed him to his office. Not even having the
will to fight back. Ororo went straight to Marie. She knew what she
would find, but she had to check just in case. She gently checked
Marie's pulse...but there was none. Tears filled her eyes and she
looked up at the ceiling, trying to swallow the lump that had
suddenly come in her throat.
Xavier's
office was silent. A teary Logan in one corner, his head bent, a
sight no-one had seen before, and the Professor behind his desk.
"Logan?" He said tentatively. Logan did not even look up.
Xavier
sighed... Even he didn't know how this would affect Logan. No-one
had even yet got over the death of Jean... especially Scott and
Logan. Now Logan had lost the only other person he had ever loved.
Blow after blow. Xavier dared not even try to probe inside Logan's
head. For one, he knew Logan hated it, but also, he didn't know
what he would find.
Ororo
knocked on the door of Scott's and what was previously Jean's
room. She slowly opened it, and looked in. "Scott...something's
happened" She said quietly.
Scott sat up from where he had been
lying. "What is it now?" He sighed, closing his eyes, and
slipping his fingers underneath his glasses, to gently rub his eyes.
He had been trying to sleep, but none had come… the image of Jean
being swallowed by the water was imprinted on the back of his
eyelids… or that was at least how it felt
like.
"Rogue...she's...she's dead" Ororo managed to choke
out, and stepped into the room, silently closing the door behind her,
not wanting any passing student to see her like this, and wonder what
was going on
Scott gazed down at the floor, his face paling
slightly. Why did things like this always happen to Logan! Hadn't
that man had enough from life already? Sure, Scott didn't
paticuarly like the guy, but from what he had heard, Logan had had a
bad life… of what he could remember. Scott stood up and went over
to Ororo, and embraced her, not saying anything. Ororo wept into his
shoulder, surrendering herself to his warm embrace.
Logan
stood up suddenly. "I need to go" He growled, and walked out of
the room. "Remember, you are always welcome here." The
Professors voice drifted into his head "We will always be here
for you"
Logan made his way down to his motorbike. Well,
Logan classed it as his own, but Scott still seemed to think it was
his. He ran his fingers along the seat, remembering how he had
brought Rogue for many rides on it. How he wished he could feel her
arms around his waist, for even just one more time. Logan quickly
started the motorbike up, revved it and shot off down the drive.
Scott looked up as he heard the sound of the motorbike. "Logan's gone" He whispered, and Ororo and him made their way to the window, which looked out over the driveway to the school. Ororo placed her hand on the window, both adults watching the motorbike leave. She bent her head "Life is not fair" She whispered.
Logan drove so fast...so fast, trying so hard to get away from everything. He pulled over to the side of the road, and got off the motorbike, in the middle of the countryside. And he sat, and wept. Wept by the side of the road, where no-one could look at him with pitying eyes, or not try to talk to him. A car pulled up by him, but he covered his face, still crying. He didn't recognise the smell of the car as one from the mansion, so there was no reason to look up … until a familiar voice came to him
"Ah, so you are not so much of an animal as I thought, Wolverine."
It was Magneto.
