Chapter two
Chapter two! I'm going away for a couple days, that's why I'm posting another so soon…but the more reviews the faster the post! Here is my second couple's introduction :)
Chapter Two
It was raining at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It was a year for storms, whether light, quick showers or the thunder and lighting drops that shook the building. And tonight it was the third. The power was cut off, although being the late hour, very few noticed. Logan was lying in his bed, starring at the ceiling. Jean had died one year ago, to the day. It was three o'clock in the morning, and he had all day to mourn. But he couldn't quit thinking- should he be mourning? He loved her, yeah, but it had been a long time, almost too long. He should be moving on, right?
He lit another cigar and drew it to his lips, lifting a beer and drinking moments after he'd pulled the cigar away. He looked at all of the empty beer bottles that were scattered on his floor. What a waste his existence was. He put the cigar out on his hand and stood up. He scratched his bare chest, walking to the window and starring at the rain. He took another swig of the alcohol and sighed, studying the grounds behind the school, right out his window. His eyes caught a figure, lying in the muddy grass, bare bodied, arms opened. Logan couldn't exactly tell who he was, but he intended to find out. He left the room and headed down the hall, taking the beer with him.
He arrived outside and walked straight into the yard, ignoring the rain and thunder. Upon getting closer and closer, he realized that it was a student lying in the grass. Warren Worthington, the kid with wings. Except he'd changed. The wings weren't there. The boy's eyes were closed and he seemed oblivious to Logan. Logan saw something covered in mud lying a few feet over, and to his horror, discovered that it was one of Warren's wings, cut off and drenched with blood. He leaned over the younger male, starring at him. "Warren?"
Suddenly, the blonde sprung to life, crying out and attempting to crawl away from Logan, acting as if Logan was some sort of monster. Warren got to hid feet and backed against a tree, shaking and looking at Logan with fear and regret, "Please, don't hurt me." His eyes were fixed on the bottle in Logan's hand. Blood from the wound on his back started to drip down his bare chest and legs.
Logan said softly, "I'm not going to hurt you." But Warren didn't take his eyes off the bottle. He collapsed against the tree, sobbing and shaking and huddling in a little ball, repeating, "Please, please, please." Logan took a step closer and Warren began to shake more violently, breathing heavily, wincing at the sight of Logan. Logan once again spoke, "Kid, I'm not going to harm you. I promise. Will you let me take you inside?" Warren seemed deeply afraid and didn't seem to trust Logan whatsoever, but he stopped crying and sat, starring meekly at Logan.
"May I help you up?" Logan asked. Warren stared at him for a matter of minutes and eventually nodded. Logan dropped the bottle and came closer. As Logan's hand gently curved around Warren's arm, Warren winced, fright lying just in his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, Warren." When Warren was standing, he stared briefly at Logan, before falling into his arms, unconscious.