The Meaning of Colors - Chapter 2 - Power
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Even though Logan had managed to go back to sleep, years of training and running away had made him into an early bird.
So here he was, running his usual laps around the mansion at 5 in the morning.
He only had 3 more hours of sleep, but the rest of his night went dreamlessly and he hadn't felt so well rested in a while.
It was almost 5:45 when Logan decided he had enough.
He slowed down, heading to the back of the mansion.
As he came out of the woods, he realized there was someone else awake.
It was Amy, she was meditating with her eyes closed, legs crossed, and her hands in her lap... floating mid-air.
True to their deal the night before hand, Logan thought about the mental massage she had given him.
Remembering the calming experience relaxed him considerably.
He saw her smile.
"Good Morning Logan."
She opened her eyes.
"Did you have a good run?"
Logan grunted in agreement.
Slowly, Amy lowered herself unto the patio table she had decided to float above.
"Would you like some coffee?"
Logan had reached the mansion and grabbed a towel he had left on one of the patio chairs and began wiping some sweat off.
"Four sugars."
As she stood up, Logan noticed for the first time, that she wasn't as petite as he expected Asian women to be.
Without her cloak, he noticed she was very slender. But even with her yoga pants, he could tell she had very well defined leg muscles.
He looked up.
Though she could well work on her upper body, considering last night with her suitcase.
It was when he entered the kitchen that he noticed she was staring at him.
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This man...
She wanted to think "the nerve of him", however she could tell with her power that he wasn't checking her out sexually, but more athletically.
Still it unerved her, as she was still being "checked out" as it is.
So, she decided two could play at that game.
She opened the door and left it open as she made her way around the kitchen island.
She opened a cabinent she had recently discovered that contained the mugs.
She grabbed one and filled it with coffee, adding 4 sugars.
She refilled her own only halfway, since she already had a cup before her meditation.
When she turned around, her eyes roamed his body.
He was only wearing capri sweatpants which allowed him to show all his muscles in all their glory.
Damn, he's got everything pat down.
But she could understand partly why he was so buff because she could sense that his power was not natural, but through the tampering of his body.
She looked up to see him smirking.
"Like what you see?"
She smirked also.
"I could say likewise."
She gently placed his cup across the island as he raised an eyebrow.
"Are you a telepath like the Professor?"
She went toward the refrigerator.
"No, I'm an Aura Manipulator. I can sense emotions, not read minds. Do you like eggs?"
Logan sat down on one of the island's barstools.
"Scrambled. So you guessed?"
He took a sip as Amy grabbed a couple eggs and the bread.
"Depends on how strong the emotion is. But yes, there is a guessing factor. Speaking of which, did you have a good night?"
Logan blinked as he remembered she had also "sensed" him last night.
"Yes I did."
He lowered his cup as Amy put some bread in the toaster.
"Thank you."
Amy turned around to give him a warm smile.
"No problem."
She turned back to the eggs, expertly flipping them.
"Whenever you have a bad night, come find me and I'll help you."
She put the eggs on two plates as the bread popped up.
She handed him the plates across the island as he dissapointingly finished his coffee.
Grabbing the plates he came upon a curious thought.
"Wait so how does me thinking about that "massage" allow you to know I'm nearby?"
She grabbed the coffee pot and 4 sugars.
"The same way I can sense that you want more coffee."
She refilled his cup and put away the coffee pot, grabbing her own cup and joining him around the island.
"Whenever people feel about something, they project a certain type of colored aura or energy into the air. I am able to see this aura and literally "read" or "feel"
people's intentions."
She ate a mouthful of eggs.
"For example, for most people, the color for dissapointed is a mixture of red and blue. Considering you had just finished your coffee, I put two and two together and was fairly sure you wanted more coffee."
Logan sipped his coffee.
"That still doesn't answer my question."
Amy smirked at his annoyance.
"However there is also the intensity of the color to be considered. When you were projecting that you were dissapointed, it was a fairly mild concentration. If I was not facing you I would have actually missed it."
She took a bite of her toast.
"But last night, after I had calmed your mind. I could tell that it had effected you deeply by the shade of the color.
She looked at him.
"It was very... intense. As if you do not normally have a calm mind."
At this, Logan paused slightly, but continued eating, avoiding her gaze.
"I can rarely go back to sleep after a nightmare and even then it's a restless night."
Amy nodded her understanding even though she saw the slight flicker of nervousness and continued eating and her explaination.
"Even with my eyes closed, I can still see people's aura colors. When you say you sneak up on people unintentionally, it just means to me that you unconciously supress your aura which dims the colors and makes it harder to detect you."
Logan mulled over this new information.
"So yer sayin', that by thinking about yer "massage", I'll give off this strong feeling, making it easier for you to know where I am."
Amy winked at him.
"Bingo!"
She smirked as she finished off her plate.
She prepared to get up, only to see Logan grab her plate.
"I'll do the dishes since you made breakfast."
Amy smiled.
"Thank you Logan."
He quickly made quick work of the plates and mugs.
Amy got up and stretched, sneaking a quick peek at the clock.
It was 6:00.
"I should go and meet with Xavier. Do you know where I can find him?"
Logan also looked at the clock.
"He's usually in his office by now."
He grabbed his towel and nodded toward the hallway.
"I'll take ya to him."
Amy smiled.
"Thank you Logan, you are quite the gentleman."
Logan snorted.
"Don't let the others hear ya say that."
But Amy just beamed even more because for a split second, she saw a flicker of yellow, the color of happienss.
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