Hey, all my faithful readers. Hope you like the chapter. Ryan, sorry, Gambit will be in the next chapter, you have my word of honor. I was going to add onto this chapter and have him arrive, but it didn't feel right.
Thanks for all the reviews.
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Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was quiet. Most of the students were asleep, excluding three who were crowded around a laptop watching the new Rocky Balboa movie on Youtube at 2:00 am, and one who was walking through the halls, being careful not to break the silence. Marie liked the peacefulness of the school after lights out. It gave her a chance to explore. She paused outside one door. Was that talking?
"Don't let him get away." Someone said, sounding like a cellphone on speaker mode.
"Is a he target?" Another voice asked. It sounded like Wesley.
"He's the target!" The other person said. That was enough. She opened the door.
There was Wesley, sitting on his bed, illuminated by the glow of a TV as… he played a video game. He paused it and looked over, having heard the door open.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"I heard someone, and…" she trailed off. He suddenly started laughing quietly.
"Oh. You heard him-" he nodded at the video game, "and thought I was an assassin or something here to kill Xavier or someone."
"Maybe," she admitted. She glanced at his t-shirt. It read 'ARGUS.'. "What's ARGUS?" She asked.
"It's-" He stopped. They both heard it. He turned off the tv.
"That's Logan!" Marie said, running out of the room. He followed inside Logan's room. He was thrashing in his sleep, crying out if in pain.
"Logan, wake up." Marie said. She reached out a hand - she had left her gloves in her room!
"Wake him up!" She told Wesley. She held up a bare hand. "I can't touch him." Wesley hesitated for a moment. She tried again "Logan." Wesley had a bad feeling about this
"Marie, you might want to step ba-" He started.
"Arrrh!!" Logan roared, jerking awake and upright, and attacking the first thing he saw. Marie screamed and tried to jump back. There was a dull noise of metal piercing flesh.
Everyone froze for a few seconds. Logan stared at Marie, and looked down. His claws had gone through her chest, coming out the back. She tried to speak. Shook! The claws were retracted, and Marie stumbled slightly. Wesley unfroze.
"Help!" Logan bellowed at him. He started moving, ripping the sheet of the bed, and placing Logan's hands over the punctures, showing him what to do to slow blood loss.
"Apply pressure! Now!" He knew how deadly knife wounds could be. Thank God it's puncture wounds, not slashes. A well-placed knife slash could easily kill someone in under fifteen seconds. He raced out of the room.
"Jean Grey! Doctor Grey!" He pounded on her door. She opened it.
"What?" She asked sleepily.
"Marie needs your help!" They ran back down the hallway, into the room - and stopped.
The back of the girl's clothes were torn were the blades had pierced, but the wounds were closed, despite the pool of blood that trailed from her back to the ground. Her hand was on Logan's forehead, who was turning deathly white. She took her hand off, and he collapsed to the floor. Marie turned.
"It was an accident," she said tearfully, and walked out of the room, through the small crowd (which gave her plenty of space to go by, for obvious reasons).
"Wesley, help me put him on his bed." Jean ordered.
"I can get him myself," he told her. He had carried unconscious adults before. He tried to pick Logan up. "Oof," he muttered as he managed a few inches before dropping the man. "He feels like he weighs three hundred pounds."
"On three. One, two, three." Working together they placed Logan back on his bed.
"What happened?" Storm asked him. He rubbed his eyes.
"Marie was apparently walking the halls. She heard the tv in my room, opened the door, and we talked for a second, then we both heard Logan having a nightmare." He nodded at the man.
"He was growling, sobbing, talking. Marie tried to wake him up, he woke up and stabbed her. I went to get Doctor Grey, and when we came back a moment later…" He shrugged and held up his hands. "I don't know what happened fully."
"It's alright," Jean Grey said. "They will both be fine. Go back to sleep." She turned to the crowd at the doorway. "Go back to sleep, all of you." They dispersed.
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Rogue woke up hoping the night before had been a dream. Or, more like a nightmare.
"Are you okay?" Jubilee asked, already showered and dressed. "I heard about what happened."
"Aww." Rogue moaned. "How many people know?" Jubilee hesitated a moment before replying.
"Most of the school," she said. Rogue grimaced slightly. "That is, all," Jubilee added most helpfully.
Rogue pulled the pillow over her face and started whacking it.
"Come on!" Jubilee said. "Everyone has bad days. No reason to let it spoil a Saturday morning!" She held her hands up. Paft! Tiny sparks started popping in the air like fireworks.
"This is nothing like the time I accidentally destroyed the big tv in the lounge, or killed the electronics in the kitchen's main freezer. Besides, the professor says Wolvie is fine."
Kitty entered the room. "Got her up yet, Jubes?"
"No," she said. "I still say we let her sleep 'till eight-thirty." She walked a few steps away.
Rogue heard that from under the pillow, with lingering enhanced hearing. She raised it slightly and peeked. The chair she had attacked last night in a rage was still lying there in a broken heap. She glanced over at the small television. It was blaring Saturday morning cartoons.
"I thought you said you were nineteen," Rogue mumbled, getting out of bed.
"I did," Jubilee said, watching the shows, a half-eaten banana in her hand.
"How can you still watch those things?" She asked, getting her outfit for the day out and heading for the bathroom.
"Classics are for all ages," Jubilee responded, turning up Donald Duck even more.
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Okay, there's that chapter. By the way, I made some adjustments to the story, editing chapters and the like.
