After the incident that changed her life, Marian had escaped from her home. For what she believed were five months she had lived in the woods, in the proximity of a highway gas station. There, she stole the food she could find and lived in uncomfortable conditions. She had very few sleeping time and none at all when it rained, for she rarely found a good enough shelter. The more she thought about it, the more she hated herself in the whole story. After all, it was all her fault.
One stormy day, at the gas station, she was unfortunately caught stealing food in the back of a truck, when its driver had gone for a piss. The man had come back too early for her to escape in time, since she was stuck inside the truck when he came in. He had acted rather nice at first, he had offered her the food and proposed her a ride for wherever she was headed. But after one day of never ending driving towards the place she had chosen, when night had fallen, she couldn't fall asleep. The breath of the truck driver was unnaturally loud and she felt like he wasn't even sleeping. A part of her knew that his eyes were trailing down her body like razors.
She perfectly remembered how her body had tensed when he had made the first move. Like a predator, he had slowly stood up, and come to her. She had clenched her muscles rock solid and waited to see if he was really about to do what she thought he was planning. But when he had gripped her thighs and forced them open brutally, bruising them with his harsh fingers, she had struck him with a bolt of electricity. She didn't even know if he had survived since she had ran off into the night, alone on the highway.
The two next years had been more bearable for her. She didn't really know how she had managed, but she had met and helped an old lady carry some heavy bag across a street. The old lady lived alone, and strangely trusted the girl's kindness. Marian had revealed her she was homeless and a runaway, but never mentioned why. Apparently, it didn't matter to the elderly woman. They had come to an agreement: as long as she helped around the house and did everything her host could not do, Marian was welcome to stay at hers to sleep and eat. And the two years had gotten on so well.
When Karine, the old lady, was about to die, her son had come to her bedside and she had revealed him the truth about Marian, which she didn't want to hide anymore. She had probably wanted to do it for the girl's best, but her son was not like her. He sold Marian's secret to an unknown corporation that had been chasing her since. And there she was. Miserable, broken and unconscious.
Charles Xavier took his hands away from Marian's scalp, looking at the young woman's face with curiosity and compassion. He moved his wheeled chair to Logan, who was currently sitting in the room, but at the farthest place from the bed where Marian was tucked in. The Professor had apparently chosen to let her be healed in a regular bedroom, and not in the infirmary.
"I'd better not put her in an environment that reminds her of labs." he mentioned to Logan. "She has not been there for long, but it might be better to avoid any visual in case it triggers anything."
Logan was silent after the Professor had told him the story he had seen. He was sitting with his legs spread and his elbows resting on each knee, his hands held together. He was gazing at nothing, reflecting on what he had just heard.
"What's the incident you talked about?" he asked lowly.
"You mean what made her run away?"
"Yeah."
"It is not for me to reveal that, Logan." answered Charles.
"And yet, you stole these answers from her head." sarcastically replied Logan.
"I was trying to help her, I had no choice." calmly said the old man.
Logan tried to ignore his anger, now was not the time to throw a fit. Especially with the young girl sleeping. She had clearly been deprived from sleep for too long, something he knew far too well. He clenched his fist and looked at the Professor again.
"And what's her name?"
"She will tell you when she awakens. I predict it to be in less than a few hours."
"Thanks." gruffly answered Logan as the Professor exited the room.
His gaze fell on the unconscious girl. She was less pale than before and seemed to be resting. When Jean had taken a look over her, she was amazed that she could still be standing when Logan found her. If she awakened today as the Professor said, she would probably not even be able to walk yet. She had used her muscles to a point where they would need amazing rest to function perfectly again.
Logan hesitated on whether he should stay or not. He felt kind of responsible for her now, but obviously wouldn't admit it. When she awakened though, it might be a better option for her to find an empty room. Logan remembered how afraid of him she had looked, and he didn't want to risk her health again. He stood up slowly, stealing a last look over this mysterious mutant, and closed the door behind him.
A/N: This was the second part of Ludwig, I hope ya'll enjoyed it! It's still a setting chapter, the thrill will come a bit later. In case you wonder why the hell this story is named Ludwig, you only need to know that it is a name. You'll see later how important it is.
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