FINAL ATTEMPT
She sat quietly behind Logan until she found her death. Targeting him alone, She hummed. She hummed a simple tune. The same one she had used with her father. Humming him to her will, he turned the car toward a building. They were going to hit it at seventy miles per hour.
But Emilee didn't know that she sat among mutants. She realized that this suiside attempt would also fail as the car, instead of crashing and burning, went through the wall and out the other side of the building. She stopped the tune and sat upright.
Logan immidiatly stopped the car in the ally. He had intended to take her to the hospital. He had called the police and told them of the accident, where to find him if they had further questions, and that the surviver was going to the hospital. Now he had to call them again to tell them that she was either dead or in the mansion. "What the Hell just happened!" he yelled, turning to the center of the car, facing everyone. He didn't like the fact that, if Kitty hadn't been in the car, they all would have died at his hands.
She didn't answer.
"You almost killed us." Rogue told him.
"No, she did." He turned to Emilee. She was covered in blood and dirt. "What the Hell did you do?"
Again, she didn't answer.
"She didn't do any thing." Kitty told him. "She was humming was all."
Emilee looked out the window. The sun was falling. Night will come soon. The first night in a long time, maybe ten years or more, that she wouldn't be tortured. A silver tinted tear found it's way to the outside world. Immediatly, Logan smelled the farmiliar tang of adamantium. 'Stryker' he thought. he had killed him the first time Jean died. He had left him chained to the wall, to drowned. "Don't kill us." Logan told her "We're taking you somewhere special." At those words, her eyes grew wide with fear. Those were the words her mother had used. Logan saw this and continued. "We all live there...It's nice."
She hummed a short, sweet tune, and some how they all felt safe again.
"Professor?" Storm looked up from her desk. Bobby stood in her doorway. "Are there any empty rooms?"
"I've told you, Bobby. All boy dorms are full. But I will tell you when you can have a room to yourself." She turned back to her stack of papers.
"Not for me, Professor. A new student." Storm looked up again. "Meeting her was bumpy and she's a bit overwhelmed. At first we didn't know she was a mutant. But then she tried to kill herself and us."
"Where is she now?" She stood.
"Infirmary. She's a tad bit battered from the accident, the one we think she caused."