"An Unnatural Omega"
Chapter 13: Endurance of Will, Part 3 (Even More Perspectives)
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Logan's, Scott's, and Pixie's P.O.V.
Logan was sitting down in the bar enjoying a drink thinking back to two days ago on what transpired between him and Derrick. "A…. teddy bear….". He thought to himself in silence while shaking his head before taking another drink.
"Guess I really was the one who provoked him". He thought as he turned his head to his side, looking around the nearly empty bar.
The bar was mostly empty with the exception of the bartender who handed him another bear and Pixie who was off to the side after arriving a little while ago, who like him was enjoying a drink with the excepting of it being a soda while she like her compatriot Scott summers sat in silence next to her.
They both were taking a drink over recent events considering that they didn't help him, "fit in", since he arrived. Quite the opposite in fact, they like logan only added to the situation making it worse. Pixie for talking behind his back with Laura and Scott for actively trying to punch him.
Now the quiet council voted to have him, "examined", … by, "Mr. Sinister no less", then there's the fact that he said they could always, "put him down", and "resurrect", him if need be. They could make him all the worse through that!
To openly admit that he viewed him like that was, sickening to say the least.
"They have no idea what their playing with", Logan thought to himself thinking back to derricks scent and what his instincts screamed at him when he encountered him the past few times as well as the fact that he was powerless against him rubbing his shoulder, and neck where he was held up by derrick.
He reached over and picked up the open bear.
That's when it happened.
His instincts were sending off an insane amount of danger signals as well as the feral side of him that he was actively trying to ignore the past few days.
Pixie had a similar rigidness to her as Scott and the bartender were suddenly finding it verry hard to breath.
"What the hell….". Logan breathed out as he felt an icy cold run up his very being just as he dropped the beer on the countertop sitting there frozen, making it roll down the wood as it leaked out a little over the side.
It reminded him of his time he was in the icy water of the weapons x program before they melted the metal over his bones in a graph. Minus the pain. But it was still creepy that it could be similar by comparison.
Scott leaned over the side of his chair as he clenched his head in slight fear of what they were experiencing before falling out, landing on the floor and on his knees as he did.
"What is this". Pixie breathed out as she sat there shivering.
Logan looked over to the bartender with a cleared-up head as he was balancing himself on the counter trying not to throw-up himself like Jean did a few days ago.
Then suddenly it stopped.
Everyone took a few shallow breaths as Pixie was still shaking, though not as much and Scott was pulling himself up to the table regaining his balance.
"What was that", Pixie whispered with slight fear in her eyes as her shivering slowly stopped.
Logan had to agree, that was a new kind of creepy. It was in a whole new caliber in fact.
Just then they heard a psychic signal from Jean Grey as she said something that Logan knew was not going to have a pleasant outcome.
"Guys, we're down in the medical ward and Mr. Sinister said something he shouldn't have to Derricks face about his mother".
Logan suddenly stood up at that.
"Also, Emma, and Storm are on their way and I get the feeling they're not happy to say the least".
One word went through their heads then.
"Shit".