Hi guys, it's been a long time since I updated this story and to be honest, I wasn't going to continue- I feel like my writing skill has improved and the way it was written wasn't well. However! I have had a personal request to continue and here we go! Lets see how it goes!

As I'm storming away I feel his presence follow me, my bare feet slap against the wooden floor violently.

"Wait up!" he echoes.

I shake my head trying to ignore his voice, but his words vibrate through my core. I haven't heard his voice in so long, I just want to turn around, face him and...

"I'm talking to you Bub!" he continues, his voice becoming almost threatening.

I reach the bottom of the stairs, quickly turn on my heels facing him.

"Please don't!" I exclaim.

His thick eyebrows burrow and his face creases, he's still as stubborn as I remember.

"I just need some kind of an explanation Bub, anything... I don't remember."

Not surprised at his statement, I exhale and run my fingers through hair which is becoming almost greasy from the lack of showers I've had recently.

"It's better you don't remember" I admit "You won't be able to sleep at night knowing what we went through-the pain we endured at his fingertips." Hot tears begin to rise in my eyes, but I shake them away.

"I deserve to know my past" he concludes.

"Well I can't help you, like I said, I'm leaving." I turn back around making my way up the stairs, but he rushes passed me and blocks my path beyond the stairs.

"You can't leave" he murmurs now, as if he doesn't want to be heard.

I remain silent, the thumping in my head returns and every nerve cell in my body pricks. I can feel when a mutant turns in their bed, if they're having a bad dream, if they're homesick. I can feel it all.

"I feel like I know you- I feel like you..." his voice trails off.

"Move out of my way."

He doesn't.

"I said move!" As my temper raises, a sharp pain strikes across my forehead- like a searing pain. I stagger backwards, stepping back down the steps. I feel my fingers grab onto my temples- I claw at my skin.

"Whoa bub..." I hear him say.

But I can also hear everyone else- their thoughts, their voices and their abilities are so loud. Every mutant is louder than the next one. It's exhausting.

Logans palms then grab my wrists. The contact surprises me, I push my hands forward and without meaning too- I impale him with the claws that have once again retracted out of my knuckles.

"Don't fucking touch me" I hear myself yell.

The pain is striking through my body now. I begin to manipulate the powers of every mutant in the mansion. I rush through the hall, my skin changing tones, my thoughts are no longer my own. I finally reach the front doors, I can see my hands out in front of me and then I swing the doors open.

The darkness outside etches it way into the mansion and standing before me is the teenage mutant I met at the store- he's wearing his hood still and a backpack is tightly secured around his shoulders. He stares at me surprised.

I feel the bodies of the mutants begin to hover down the stairs and in the hall. The overload of mutants surrounding me, makes my body shake.

My cells manipulate the young mutant who stands before me, unable to take anymore shifting I fall to the floor immersed in darkness and pain.