As we drive on the freeway, I see a truck pulling a carriage full of horses. I stare at it and try to block out Charles and Logan arguing. I shift the way I am sitting and accidentally hit Charles in the ankle.
"Sorry," I mutter. Charles doesn't reply, but he does say something to Logan. All of the sudden, a large eighteen wheeler runs into our truck, and the one with the horses. Logan swerves off the road.
"What the?" I say. Logan curses under his breath. I look across the road, the horses had escaped. Logan starts up the car, but Charles says,
"They need our help." Logan sighs,
"Someone will come along."
"Someone has come along," Charles replies. Logan sighed again, and got out of the car. I watch Charles turn to the window, and stare at the horses, then he closes his eyes. I could feel energy being emitted from him- he was using his powers. As he does, I notice a sinking feeling in my chest. It wasn't from him, it was my powers. I feel my chest, where I had been shot not too long ago. There was no wound, but I could feel something funny. It was like a block between me and my powers. I breathed heavily, and saw Logan helping the people whose horses got loose. I breath harder, and close my eyes. I try accessing my powers, but I can only feel a few of them.
"Shit," I whisper. I try focusing on my powers, and blocking out what the people around me are saying. I only feel a few left, the powers I got from Logan, the power I got from my uncle, my super speed, and two powers that I don't know where I got them or what they are. I sigh, at least I didn't lose my good powers, I think. And, that was true. I didn't lose my ability to heal or my ability to charm people- the two powers I count on the most.
Logan gets back into the car, and follows the people with the horses.
"We're going to have dinner with them," he explains to me. I nod. I feel sick to my stomach as the realization that Doctor Rice had created something to destroy me.
When we arrive at the Munson's farm, we head inside with the family. The family consisted of a mom, a dad, and a high school age son. I help Charles out of the back, and Logan wheels him into the house. I smile at Laura, who slightly smiled back. We then follow Charles and Logan inside.
"Hi," I say when I enter the house.
"Hello," replies Mrs. Munson. I smile at her, then help Laura to the table.
"Okay," I start, trying to find a way to tell Laura she can't act like an animal, "You need to be really nice and polite. These people have been very generous in inviting us for dinner, and so we need to be equally nice to them." Laura nods, and I smile and sigh. I help Charles to a seat, but I know I don't need to tell him he needs to act polite.
Once we are all settled into the table, dinner starts. Mr. Munson asks Logan and Charles questions, but Laura and I stay silent. I usually don't talk much anyways. I've always been the person who stays silent during outings. I have never been social, but I've been told I'm very charismatic.
After dinner, the Munson's invited us to stay the night. I happily agreed with this, for I needed to sleep somewhere that wasn't a car. Charles ended up convincing Logan to stay the night by saying that we would leave at sunrise. It seemed like a good idea, Charles, Laura, and I would all get time to rest. I went upstairs to help Laura get situated, and Logan left to go help Mr. Munson with a water problem. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I went with it.
Once Laura was asleep, I sat in bed, thinking about what could happen tomorrow. I was afraid for Laura, Charles, and Logan. In some way, I thought it would be my fault if something happened to them. I knew that Logan had not yet accepted Laura, and I wasn't going to try to change that. I was going to let Logan work things out on his own, but if Charles died… Logan would give up, and that was the problem- I didn't think Charles would make it much longer.
As I lost myself in thought, Laura and Charles slept. I wanted to sleep, but at the same time, I had a feeling that something bad would happen to Charles and Laura. Eventually, sleep deprivation won the best of me, and I crawled under some blankets, and placed a pillow under my head. As I drifted off into sleep, I heard cars. I assumed it was Logan and Mr. Munson returning from fixing the water. Little did I know that is wasn't.
The door downstairs opened, and then shut. Heavy footsteps came up the stairs. I looked up as the door to the room we were in open. I saw Logan standing in the doorway, his shadow illuminated by a light from the hallway. I placed my head down as he walked over to where Charles was sleeping on the bed.
"Let her sleep, just an hour more," Charles whispered. Logan didn't reply. "I remember now, what happened at Westchester. You never told me, you always tried to hide it, but I remember now. You should have told me." I turned my head, and looked at Logan, he was standing directly over Charles, then, as if being controlled by something, Logan placed his fist on Charles chest. I heard the noise his claws make when they come out. Charles made a gurgle sound, and I bolted up right.
"NOOOOO!" I screamed.