Chapter Eight:

*May's POV*

I had woken up at early, the sun low in the sky. But, I got up anyway. My eyes were tired, and my body was aching. I needed more sleep.

I got into the shower, letting the water go as cold as my body would allow. It woke me up, very quickly.

Jean had allowed me to borrow her clothes until she took me shopping tomorrow. She was growing on me. She was a good friend, slowly becoming like an older sister.

I changed into a baggy grey t-shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. I was glad they fit, Jean and I were close to the same size, thankfully.

I laid on my bed and continued to read To Kill A Mockingbird. I was on Chapter Ten when Logan knocked on my door. I glanced at the clock, seeing that he was right on time.

Talk about good timing. I put the book down, marking my page, and walking to the door. I opened the door and smiled up at Logan.

"Good morning," I greeted pleasantly.

"Morning, ready for training?"

"I hope so, I am mad tired." I told him.

He chuckled. "Storm will be harder on you today."

"I know, no need to rub it in." I pouted.

He shook his head, while smiling. He led me down to the elevator.

"How's seven sound?" He asked, while we were in the elevator.

"Seven sounds good." I nodded, crossing my arms.

This elevator was slow. I was growing impatient. I was excited for training today. After what I did to Storm yesterday, I wondered what today would bring. Maybe fight off Scott for a round or two.

The options seemed limitless.

Logan and I walked down the white halls, towards the Danger Room. We talked about little things, quietly, even though no one else was down here.

In the Danger Room, I felt my heart begin to rush. Beat rapidly. My powers were making me pumped. I hadn't used them much.

"Calm down, your heart is beating really fast." Logan whispered in my ear.

Was it really that noticeable? Then again, I didn't know his powers, so maybe they had something to do with instincts.

I nodded quickly, walking to the center of the room. Storm requested for the room to be what we had yesterday. The sight was memorable, hard to forget. But, the black dent was gone.

"What do you want to start with?" Storm asked me.

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

I eyed Logan and Scott who were standing off to the side. Both of them had their arms crossed. Scott's lips were in a hard line, while Logan looked excited. Or at least, semi-excited. I couldn't tell.

"Something easy, a quick warm up. Create some kind of storm."

I nodded. This was my time to see what kind of power I really possessed.

I moved my hands out to the sides, still thinking of what to do. Maybe I'd give them a combo pack. A little of everything. It seemed reasonable, I wanted to push boundaries.

I sucked in a breath before the air began to grow cold. The wind picked up, and I floated into the sky. I tried not to panic, this had to be part of it. Right?

Clouds formed above me, they were thick and dark. I floated a little higher, way above Storm's head. I tried not to look down.

I tucked my hands to my chest and began to spin. The action came naturally. I formed a quick tornado without getting dizzy. The thunder crackled around me, and the lightning struck the ground. More tornadoes formed quickly, I was in the center of it all. It was such an amazing sight, being in the heart of a storm.

The next part was my favorite. Snow. At first it was light, then it came down heavily.

I brought my hands up higher and the wind sped up, accepting my command. The thunder rattled again, and more lightning poured down to the Earth below me. I felt that was enough. I barely kept control of doing this.

I floated back down, and as I did, the wind slowed, the tornadoes disappeared, and the clouds faded. One hell of a warm up.

Logan had pulled his leather jacket closer to his body. I never thought it would effect them, I was too busy having fun. I even made Storm shiver.

I looked up into the sky of the Danger Room and brought the sun's heat up. It warmed the room right up, and once it did, I released it from my control.

Logan smiled a thank you and I nodded at him.

"That was great! Now, onto the more difficult stuff. You need to learn to fight me first, and then you can battle Scott." She smiled.

I sighed. "But I fought you yesterday."

Her smile faded. "We have all day, I'm sure Scott can wait for a few minutes."

"Fine." My brow furrowed.

"Block or avoid my attacks."

I nodded. Storm's eyes went white and she floated into the sky, just as I had. Lightning surrounded her.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself. The attacks were simple. Lightning. An easy thing to push back at her. But, I soon turned the tables.

I was fighting her, right?

The lightning took my command and struck around Storm. Thunder rattled, egging me on further. I wouldn't hurt her, just prove that I could battle Scott. The white and yellow streaks of lightning echoed around her.

She, soon, floated back to the ground. Her body tired. "Scott, your turn."

I smiled in victory, but Scott also smiled. It scared me a little. I had no clue what he was capable of.

"What does Cyclopes mean?" I asked, worried a little.

"I guess you'll have to find out."

I sighed, looking over at Storm and Logan. Logan looked tense. My body stiffened.

Scott's hand went up to his temple, to his glasses. That's when it hit me. Lasers.

I had no idea how to handle this. Absolutely no clue.

A red beam of light came from his glasses. I dodged the first one, but I had to face them sometime. I made the wind pick up, just a little, for a distraction. Try and make him wonder what I was going to do, instead of focusing on what he was doing.

My hands grew hot, not in anger, but at a request. I didn't know what it meant, I just hoped for the best.

Fire filled my hand, and I held a fire ball. I threw it at Scott, unsure of what else to do. He dodged it, like I had. I threw another, and another. I hit his feet, and he lost balance. He tumbled to the ground. I used this to my advantage. I created a tornado and engulfed him in it. I walked inside of it, feeling no effect. I stood in front of him.

"Alright, I give." He threw his hands up in surrender.

I smiled, and pushed the tornado away. This power I held was amazing. It brought such a feeling to my body.

Scott stood up, dusting himself off. "Logan's turn."

What? No. Absolutely not. No.

Logan stepped forward. I admit, I was curious to what he could do, but I wasn't go to hurt him. I didn't want to.

He was hesitant too. But, after Scott had told him to attack me, and that it would help me with learning with my powers, he sighed. He took off his leather jacket, revealing his white wife beater and muscles.

Three claws came from his knuckles. They were some sort of metal. They looked silver.

"This will help you physically fight." Scott said.

Logan rushed at me. I still didn't want to fight him. I floated up into the air, clouds forming. They were ready to feed me thunder, lightning, and anything else I requested. But, I wasn't going to use them.

Once I had reached a safe distance away from Logan, I crossed my arms and pulled my legs into an Indian style sitting position. I sat on a cloud.

"Oh, come on, May." Logan whined jokingly.

"Nope, not going to do it." I shook my head.

Scott looked between us and something clicked. He knew. Or at least had an idea that we liked each other.

"May, stop being childish." Storm warned.

I shot her a deadly glance, thunder rattling, loudly. I mean, it was loud. I threw a few lightning strikes to her, threateningly. "No." I said again.

Storm sighed, shaking her head.

"Fine, that's all for today, be back to tomorrow. Same time." Scott growled, angry.

I floated down, and by that time Logan's claws were gone. He smiled at me, grabbing his jacket from the floor.

"Not going to fight me?"

I shook me head. "You're the only one I will continue to refuse fighting."

He nodded. "Very well."

My stomach growled. I put my hand over my stomach. It was a kind of painful hungry. On that made my whole body beg for food.

Logan chuckled. "Maybe make it six."

I looked at him, as we continued down the hall. I smiled. "Thanks, what time is it, anyway?"

"Five, I think."

"Five?!" I half shouted.

Where had time gone? Was I really in there practicing for eight hours? Jeez, time flies.

"Yeah, imagine how Scott and I felt, standing there, waiting for Storm finish up." He shook his head.

"I think I had it worse. I was the one being trained, in very difficult situations, I might add." We entered the elevator.

"Okay, so maybe you did, but I didn't get any training done." His tone was sarcastic.

I looked up at him, fake shock on my face. I pushed him, a little. "Well, I'm sorry, should of told you I wouldn't fight you before we began training."

"Maybe,"

The elevator doors opened and we walked out, still in conversation.

I pushed him a little harder this time. "Jerk."

He laughed. "I probably would of came anyway."

"Why?" I asked, tone a bit more serious.

His eyes met mine, and they held me there. His eyes were mesmerizing. Beautiful. They highlighted his face. He pulled away a few seconds later.

"Because, after what happened yesterday, I wanted to make sure that you wouldn't get hurt today."

Did he just say that? Did he really care?

Whether the answer was yes or no, it still made my insides all warm and fuzzy. I smiled at myself.

I've always felt cold, and with Logan I could be warm again.

"Thanks," I smiled at him, as we approached my door. "I will see you at six."

I opened my door, and turned to say a quick goodbye. Logan hadn't moved.

"That you will." With that he walked to his room.

I closed my door and leaned up against it.

This was really happening.


I was ready. I had showered and brushed my hair, and teeth. I tried to read, just to keep my nerves at bay.

I wore a light blue thin sweater with a black jaket overtop, skinny jeans, and my combat boots. I was on the fence of wearing my beanie, but decided against it. That beanie was from my old life, and this was the start of my new.

Logan knocked on my door, and I rushed to get it. He was wearing a different white wife beater under a maroon button up shirt, his leather jacket, that had two yellow stripes on the sleeves, jeans and his boots. He didn't look like he changed, because he was wearing the same thing. But, he had showered, I could tell, his hair was still damp.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked.

I stepped out of my room, closing the door.

"I don't care, some place with food."

He let a quick chuckle. "Alright, I'll make sure they serve food."

I gave him a smile, allowing my teeth to show. "Great,"

He nodded, and we went to the elevator, in a reasonably comfortable silence.

"Do you have a car?" I asked.

"I have a motorcycle." He shrugged.

I gulped. Motorcycle.

The only reason I hated them was because my best friend and her boyfriend were coming to my house on a motorcycle. Her boyfriend was going a little too fast and he lost control. They died on impact.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Nothing, just not a fan of motorcycles.' My eyes were filled with worry.

"No, there's more then just your not a fan." His eyes concerned.

"My friend and her boyfriend died on one." My body grew tense.

"Oh," His breath caught. "Well, I will keep you safe."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

I nodded. "Good,"

I breathed a sigh of relief. His promise kind of made me feel safe. I knew they were only words, but the words were true and honest.

When we got outside I looked at Logan's motorcycle and realized it was really Scott's. But I had caught the gist that Logan and Scott weren't best of friends.

Logan got on, and I sat behind him. My grip was tight around Logan's waist. I didn't feel like letting go, and he hadn't even started the engine.

"Are you sure you don't want to go anywhere specific?" He asked.

"Nope, don't know where anything is. I lived in Millbrooke, remember?"

"Yes, I remember." I could feel a smile stretch on his face.

Logan started the engine and kicked up the kick stand. He drove slowly, at first, then sped up. I closed my eyes, just as tight as my grip was.

When we slowed, almost to a stop, I opened my eyes. What stood in front of me was a bar. I kind of figured Logan would be a bar man. And I had to be honest, I didn't mind a bar, I was never one for expensive, fancy things.