"Continuing with our live coverage of the ongoing presidential election. Horatio Alba is leading, though it is neck and neck..." Logan growled as he shut off the tv.
He looked at Ivan, who was staring out the window, and grumbled a bunch of swears as he stood up. "Come on kid. Lets get some fresh air." he said as he pushed his chair down the hall. The air was crisp but the sun was still warm as it shone down on the grounds. Logan was content to watch the day go by, sitting on the wall of the terrace that looked out at the vast lawn, sipping from a bottle of liquor and just stopping. He looked at Ivan, who was also staring out a the lawn, his eyes unfocused and void. With a gruff sigh he returned his gaze to the horizon, staring at it as if it held all the answers.
"Is something troubling you Logan?" Storm asked as she walked up to them.
"Do you think we did the right thing? Bringing him here?" he asked.
"You wonder if it would have been better if he died in the snow?" she sat beside him, "Like he'd asked?"
"Yeah. At least he would have gone out as himself." he looked at the kid in question again.
"We couldn't have know at the time." she replied, "We did what we could with the information we had."
Logan huffed an unamused laugh, "And look where that got us." he sighed, "And now we have a mad man trying to destroy everything. An ally who is only on his own side."
"I believe John will help us." Storm smiled, "He is just... complicated."
"You got that right." he grumbled.
"You don't like him do you?" she looked to Ivan, "Why?"
"He just. He just smells wrong. Everything he does just... irritates me." he sighed. "I can't understand him."
"Give it time." she smiled again.
Tears dripped down Rogue's cheeks, the pain was almost unbearable. His blood hitting her skin, the burning pain that accompanied her rotting flesh. He would allow her to absorb a little of his regeneration power to heal herself, but the touch never lasted long enough for her to completely steal his powers.
"Come now dear Zero, is this anyway to treat our lovely guest." She looked up to see the man called Isaac. "Go check on the other one, we still need him alive."
"Yes sir." Zero fixed his sleeves and slipped his jacket back on.
Isaac watched him leave before red met green as his gaze met hers. "I must apologise for the rough treatment Mr. Zero put you through." he looked at her, seeing not a person but prey. Her bonds fell from her wrists and clattered to the floor, leaving her stunned. Looking at her scarred arms, she cautiously rubbed the skin of her wrist as emotions bubbled in her chest. When she looked up again, he held out his hand for her. He wasn't wearing gloves and neither was she, did he really want her to take his hand? "Of course I do."
"You don't know..." she tried to talk but her voice was sore from screaming.
"Of course I do." he smiled, a cold and empty smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I don't fear Mr. Zero's touch, why should I fear yours?" he motioned with his hand, encouraging her to take it. "Besides, I have nothing to hide." She looked at his hand then returned her gaze to his. He was like a predator, lulling her into a false sense of security, but he wasn't afraid of her. So she slowly raised her hand and cautiously "On the contrary my dear. I may need the red haired woman. But I wanted you."