LOGAN
Logan, having watched the love of his life die for the second time in a year, was sitting in his set of rooms. His mane, taking over his head. He hadn't showered in a few days. Poor man. He had killed his love, and she had killed his friend, and his mentor. His belly rumbled with hunger and protest to how long it had been empty.
He kept running it through his mind, could he have saved her, saved the professor, saved Scott? Each time he got the same answer...No, they were gone. He wasn't there when Scott died. He couldn't stop a level Five mutant from killing Xavior. And he, himself, had to bury Adamantium into Jean's chest.
His tears fell as he remembered the smile that crossed her lips as she took her last breath. Jean was gone. For good this time. She wasn't coming back. Not this time. And that is how she wanted it.
Logan sat on his bed, weeping. He couldn't stop the tears. His heart was broken. His life was shattered. There was no end to his pain.
"It's so good to have you back, Emilee." Her mother told her. Emilee's brown eye's turned from her blood, the one who had turned her over to this monster. "You'll love it back at home, wont you, Honey." Emilee remained silent. Her mother turned to the nurse. "Please thank the doctor for me?"
"Oh, of course."