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Chapter 14 – I'm Lost
Logan thrashed about the plane - thrusting his claws at the walls of the jet with all of the strength that he had.
Why wasn't it working? His claws could break through anything. Why wasn't it doing anything?
He needed to get out. He had to get out. He had to get to Marie. She was in danger. He had to get her back inside the plane. Even if they didn't get back to the plane in time maybe...maybe if he wrapped himself around her that would be enough protection. She would be ok. He needed to get out.
Helplessness filled him as his claws only slid uselessly of the metal body of the jet once again.
No! This wasn't how it was supposed to end.
He stood still, suddenly every bone in his body freezing as he heard it.
The crash of water below him...the thunderous rumble as it hit the ground.
No.
In his mind's eye he saw the water close over her head, he felt her fear...
No. No. No.
This hadn't happened. Not his Marie. Not his Marie. Not like this. Not her.
"She's gone," someone whispered hoarsely.
No.
He spun around violently. His claws ready to attack.
"Don't say that," he snarled savagely.
Don't you ever say that.
Logan gasped at the pain that was still as fresh as it had been that first day as he woke from his nightmare.
It had been three months. Three months since it had happened, since Marie had been taken from him, since they had appeared before the president, since a stone with Marie's name had been placed in the grounds...
His nights were no longer filled with the images of needles, flashing lights and champagne but water and screaming...and Marie. His Marie.
He opened his eyes slowly and buried his face in the pillow under his head. He breathed deeply and a tear escaped his eye.
Her. This was her scent, that clean, warm, loving, special scent that was all Marie.
That first night, once they had returned to the mansion he had been inconsolable and had even taken a swipe at Storm when she tried to place a hand on his shoulder.
Pain had been cutting through him viciously. Pain and grief that she had been taken from him, that he had wasted so much time before telling her of his feelings... He had followed his senses blindly and had found himself in the bedroom. The room that had been theirs - the room that had been hers when he had been gone.
The entire room and been filled with her scent. Her clothes, the furniture, the bedding, everything had been permeated with her...with Marie. And he had done the only thing his animal mind could do to cope with the grief that had consumed him. He had buried himself in her scent and collapsed on her bed howling in grief into the mattress.
Everything had been laid out just as she had left it. Her clothes were neatly folded, her homework was out on her desk...her bed was a mess from when she must have leapt from it when the solders had came but everything else had Marie's tell tale neatness about it.
He sighed and closed his eyes. The mansion was silent and it was still dark outside.
Before Marie he would normally get up once he woke from a nightmare but not now. He wouldn't get up...he would stay with her for as long as he could. He would stay cocooned by her scent for as long as he could.
"Logan I'm lost..."
His eyes shot open darted to every corner of the room.
"Marie..." his voice broke and he swallowed violently.
"Logan I can't find you...I'm lost...where am I," The soft panicked voice drifted through his head again and echoed around the empty room.
"Marie..."
Logan jumped from the bed and spun about violently.
She was here. She was with him.
"Help Logan...I'm lost..." her voice drifted and faced away again.
"Marie," he cried, not wanting her voice to leave him.
"Logan, I'm lost..."
The last ghostly words left him alone and empty in the centre of the bedroom.
He wasted no time. He needed to be outside. He needed to be where it happened.
He flung in his jacket and felt for the bike keys that were still in his pocket and left the room.
He stalked to the door and silently left the mansion.
"I'm coming darlin',"
Scott shook his head wearily and ran a hand across his face, carefully avoiding his glasses.
She was gone. She had sacrificed herself for them all.
The girl that he had grown close to and loved like his own flesh and blood was gone.
He glanced outside of his window and saw the blackness beginning to fade, giving way to a dark inky blue as the sun came up slowly.
"Scott...I don't know where I am..."
Scott's head jerked in shock.
"Rogue," he choked.
"I can't find my way...help Scott...I'm lost..."
Scott began to throw on his clothes roughly, his breath coming unsteadily and grabbed the keys for his bike.
Dun, dun, dun.
I know very, very short but I will update as soon as I can and hopefully it will be longer. I was thinking of whether or not to just move onto X-Men 3 but I decided not to - so I have some evil plans mwahaha. Hehe.
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