Author's Note: OPV = Others Point of View.
Chapter 3:
Those Three Weeks
I was strapped into a seat on what appeared to be a plane of some sort. Surprised by my surroundings I clawed my way out of my seat belt
and withdrew into a corner. Several faces glanced back at me, startled by either how quickly I had moved, what I had done to the seat, or
both. I recognized a few of the faces vaguely, having glimpsed them in the state of semi-consciousness I'd been in on my way out of the
underground fighting ring. I remembered a very brief moment of elation when I inhaled the first bit of fresh air I'd had in I don't know how long.
A few of the people began walking towards me, but the only person that seemed to register in my mind was the man who had saved me.
Logan. He stepped forward, in front of the rest of the people. I could tell by his stance he wasn't sure whether or not I would attack him.
Ignoring him I stayed where I was and looked at the windows. Slowly, seemingly when they realized I was not a threat, the rest of the crew
sat back down, with only Logan coming to sit next to me.
"You okay, kid?" he asked, leaning back against the wall next to me. I ignored him. What did he want me to say? I was trying to control the
blood lust I had awoken to. These people had saved me. I think. I wouldn't hurt them. He saw me shaking and seemed to understand. Without
saying a word, he drew me up against his chest. I stiffened at first, not used to human contact, at least not kind human contact. Settling
against his chest I breathed in his aroma. It soothed me. I remembered being able to smell him before he even entered my cell. Not because of
any ability of mine, but because he was quite possibly the first clean thing to enter that place since I'd been there. He didn't pat my back, for
which I was grateful. I still had bruises on it from the time I'd managed to kill one of my guards. That was when they first realized I was a
threat even without my mutation. After that they had to keep me drugged, even when the collar was on. I realized that if my back still hurt,
then perhaps I had not been down there as long as I thought I had been.
I stayed where I was for the rest of the ride. I assumed I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to Logan lifting me up gently. It almost
made me want to smile, this big, strong man treating me this delicately. He had to have an idea of what I was capable of having watched me
down four guards in the time it took him to fight off two. Yet I suppose he viewed me as a child because of my stature. I was led through a hall
from where the jet had landed underground, to what appeared to be the inside of a magnificent building. There was a man in a wheelchair
who seemed to be expecting us. He looked at me but spoke to the man who'd removed my collar, Scott. It seemed I had a natural shield
protecting my mind from him. He tried to talk to me but I ignored him, too dazed and confused to understand or care what was being said.
OPV
"Perhaps she needs some rest." said the professor, looking at the woman who, despite her tired appearance, was standing in what was
obviously a fighter's stance. "Jean, would you mind leading her up to the room you prepared for her earlier?"
"Sure, professor," replied Jean, turning towards Jane, who took a step away from her when she did. "Follow me." She sighed, turning around
and letting Jane follow belatedly on after her.
"I take it she hasn't spoken much since you retrieved her?" he asked the remaining X-men. They all shook their heads except Logan who
simply stared at the door she had gone through with Jean. "It makes sense. She's likely suffering from shock. How is it you managed to get her
to go with you?" he asked. The professor, Scott, Storm and Gambit all turned to look at Logan, who raised an eyebrow at the professor as if to
say, 'Can't you read minds?' and shrugged. After rifling quickly through Logan's mind, the professor seemed to come to a conclusion "It seems
to me that saying her name was the key to it."
"Her name?" asked Scott, surprised that that was all the woman had needed to hear to go with Logan. "That doesn't make sense."
"Oh it does. If you recall, I received word of her when she disappeared mysteriously from her apartment." replied the professor, "She was one
of the few mutants whom I was aware of in Philadelphia. Her disappearance correlated to a most unusual find in the underground fighting ring
here in New York. People were losing tremendous amounts of money to young girl in the fighting ring. They called her Lilith, a name commonly
associated with she-demons throughout history." He said. "She probably hasn't heard her name since she was placed there three weeks ago
and, from the drugged state she was in when you found her, I'd say she hasn't been completely lucid in all that time. Three weeks can feel like
eternity when you're in a state of mind like she was."
"You're saying she forgot her name in as little as three weeks?" asked Storm, surprised.
"I'm saying she lost her mind in those three weeks." Replied the professor.
Author's Note: So let me know what you think! I have the next chapter ready, but I want to keep writing a bit before I post it up! Hope you all
enjoy it!