The Haunting Past
The four were scared. They were just children. How are they supposed to understand what they were doing was wrong. They had been raised that this was right, so why did it feel so bad to do it. The younger two started to cry.
"We have to get out," one of the said.
"How are we going to do that?"
"We have to lay and wait. Bide our time. That is what we were taught after all."
"Even if it means killing every last person?"
"Yes, even then."
"Help me," someone said.
"Who are you," Kurt asked.
"Help me," the person said. "Please, help me."
"How," Kurt said, "Where are you?"
"I don't…," the person said, "help…..No….KURT, HELP ME!"
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Kurt fell out of bed.
"Ouch," he mumbled rubbing his head. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The door flew open and Logan ran in. His claws were out. He took a look around the room before heading towards the window.
"What's going on," Eric yawned.
"That's what I would like to know," Logan growled. "This is the fifth time this week."
'Everyone come downstairs,' Charles said.