Part three of this series. I've got an idea of where I'm going with this, though I don't have the ending planned out exact. I'll get there though. Hopefully. :)
I would like to thank everyone who's reviewed this series. I really really really appreciate it. Any other comments anyone has are very welcome. :)
::(words inserted here):: = telepathic conversation
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"There you are," someone said from behind her. "We've been looking for you."
"Ya have?" she asked, glancing around nervously. She was in a dark hallway of some sort, dim lights barely illuminating the hallways. She smelled the tobacco on the man's breath. She also sensed his happiness at finding her. Where am I?!, she thought wildly.
"Of course we have," the person said. "Did you think we'd let you go without a search? After all the work we've put into you?"
"Ah, Ah," she stammered. Fear began to grip her. Beads of sweat broke through the skin above her upper lip. She swallowed hard. Her throat was suddenly dry.
The person reached out for her with one hand. She looked for the other one, but realized that the other one was behind their back, holding something: a needle.
She hated needles; they terrified her beyond words. She tried to scream, but was horrified to find she had no voice. She turned to run, but the person grabbed her hair and yanked her to the ground. She managed to cry out in pain; she was a tender head.
Being that her hair was waist-length, she turned and narrowed her eyes at the person, expecting to blow them away. Much to her surprise, nothing happened. She saw the needle arch up and an evil smile on the lips of her captor.
"No, no," she cried hoarsely. "Please!" The last thing she was aware of was the prick of a needle and a deep, wicked laugh filling her ears.
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"Ebony, darlin' wake up!"
She sat straight up in her bed, heart pounding, dripping in sweat, a scream ripe on her lips. She looked around wildly, and unsheathed her claws in fear. Through her panic, she made out several people standing around her.
"It's okay," someone said soothingly. "We won't hurt you. We don't have any needles."
The mention of needles made her shudder, sheath, and unsheathe her claws in apprehension.
"Good goin' there Summers," someone, Logan she guessed, growled.
::It's okay,:: someone said in her head. She glanced around again. ::We're only trying to help::
She took a deep breath to calm her racing pulse. Glancing around once more, she saw Jean and Scott, both in their pajamas standing to the left of her bed. She chuckled quietly to herself at the sight of Scott's kitten-covered pajama pants. Logan and Ororo were to the right. The professor was at the end of her bed, watching her intently. Sensing more people, she saw a crowd of students standing at her door, all with worried and curious looks etched on their faces.
As an after thought, she sheathed her claws.
She began to get nervous under all their gazes. Logan seemed to understand, and told everyone to leave. In the professor's case, he asked, though not terribly politely.
After everyone except Logan had left, she took another deep breath, and wiped the sweat off of her face and neck. She took a glimpse at Logan, and gave a small smile.
"Did Ah wake every'ne up?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Ya woke me up first since I'm only a door down from ya and I've got that better hearin' thing goin' on. The professor was in here next sayin' ya were 'broadcasting yer distress' as he put it. We weren' able to wake ya and ya kept screamin', then Jean and Scott came, with 'Ro right behind them."
"Ah'm sorry," she said quietly, playing with the blanket nervously.
"Don' worry 'bout it," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I caused a lota trouble here at first too."
"What'd ya do?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Nearly killed Rogue," he said.
"Rogue?" she questioned. "How?"
"Rammed my claws through 'er right shoulder," he said.
"Why'd ya do that?" she asked, eyes widening. The only way he could tell her eyes had widened was by the way her eyelashes were nearly touching her eyebrows and he couldn't see much of her eyelids. He noted to himself that he needed to keep note of her eyelids to tell where she was looking.
"I was dreamin' 'bout the surgery they performed on me, and woke her up," he explained. "She came in ta wake me, an' I woke up an' 'fore I realized who it was and where I was, my claws were all th' way through 'er right shoulder."
"You didn' kill 'er?"
"She touched my cheek, an' stole my healin' ability."
"Oh," was all she could think to say.
"So, don' worry 'bout tonight," he said. "Ya popped yer claws, but didn' do anythin'." He paused for a minute. "An' I saw yer smile at Scott's pajamas."
Ebony laughed. She had a loud, light-hearted laugh that made Logan smile.
"Ah don' really know 'im, but Ah had ta laugh at it," she said between laughs. "He don' seem lahke the tahype to wear things lahke that."
"Ya can learn a lot 'bout a person when they're woken up in th' middle of the night," Logan said between his own deep chuckles.
They calmed down for a minute then looked at one another and started laughing again. Ebony pulled her pillow over her mouth to muffle her loud laughter.
::What's so funny?:: someone asked in Ebony's head.
She stopped her laughing and dropped the pillow from her face. Logan noticed her change in mood and stopped chuckling. She glanced around, spooked.
"Who said that?" she whispered, frightened.
"Said what, kid?" Logan asked. "I didn' say anythin'."
"Shh!" she hissed.
::What's wrong, Ebony?:: the voice asked.
::LEAVE ME ALONE!:: she screamed in her head.
::Ebony? Are you alright?::
::GO AWAY!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!::
::Ebony…::
Her scream echoed in the small room. Logan jumped to his feet, startled despite himself.
"STOP IT!" she screamed, clutching her head with her hands. She screamed again.
"Ebony!" Logan exclaimed.
"Make it stop!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "Please, make it stop," she whispered.
Logan stood there, confused for a moment as to what he should do. Cautiously, he made his way over to her. Careful not to touch her skin, he drew her to his chest tenderly. She stiffened at first, expecting pain instead of comfort.
Jean came rushing in. Ebony jumped, giving a short cry.
"What's the matter?" Jean asked worriedly.
"I dunno," Logan said quietly.
"Summon 'as in my head," Ebony whispered.
"That was me," Jean said. "I was 'talking' with you telepathically."
"Oh," Ebony said. "Ah thought it 'as one 'a them."
"One of who?" Jean asked, slowly walking over to the bed.
"One 'a th' guys that experimented on me," she whispered. "They used ta talk in mah head. Whenevah summon 'talks' in mah head, Ah think it's them." She sat quiet for a minute. "Sorry if Ah scart ya."
"That's okay," Jean said. Logan nodded his agreement. "We should both be back to bed," Jean hinted.
Logan nodded again. "Go ta sleep, kid. If ya start screamin' again, I'll come wake ya. Deal?"
"Aiight," Ebony said as she slid down under the covers. Jean smiled as she closed the door behind her and Logan.
"She remembers something from when she was captive," Jean said. "I wonder how long she's been 'free'."
"I dunno," Logan said.
"I'll talk to the professor and see if he can get into her head and look around."
"I don' think that's a good idea, Jeannie," Logan said. "Ya saw how she flipped out tonight when you 'talked' to her. The professor fishin' around in her head ain't gonna go over any smoother."
"Maybe you're right," Jean said thoughtfully. "It's worth a shot though."
"Maybe," Logan said. "We should wait awhile, though. Let 'er get to know everyone."
Jean nodded. "I'm off to bed," she said with a yawn. She started back towards her room with Scott. "Oh, and I know what you two were laughing at," she said over her shoulder. He could tell she had a small smile on her pretty face.
Logan chuckled and went to his room, not even daring to hope at getting some sleep. It was already three in the morning. He usually got up in three hours. He fleetingly thought about taking Scott's bike and heading towards a bar, but thought of his promise to Ebony; to be there if she woke up screaming. He really was turning into a big softie and making too many promises for his liking. Oh well, he thought. They were promises that needed to be made.
To be continued....:)
I would like to thank everyone who's reviewed this series. I really really really appreciate it. Any other comments anyone has are very welcome. :)
::(words inserted here):: = telepathic conversation
~`~`~`~
"There you are," someone said from behind her. "We've been looking for you."
"Ya have?" she asked, glancing around nervously. She was in a dark hallway of some sort, dim lights barely illuminating the hallways. She smelled the tobacco on the man's breath. She also sensed his happiness at finding her. Where am I?!, she thought wildly.
"Of course we have," the person said. "Did you think we'd let you go without a search? After all the work we've put into you?"
"Ah, Ah," she stammered. Fear began to grip her. Beads of sweat broke through the skin above her upper lip. She swallowed hard. Her throat was suddenly dry.
The person reached out for her with one hand. She looked for the other one, but realized that the other one was behind their back, holding something: a needle.
She hated needles; they terrified her beyond words. She tried to scream, but was horrified to find she had no voice. She turned to run, but the person grabbed her hair and yanked her to the ground. She managed to cry out in pain; she was a tender head.
Being that her hair was waist-length, she turned and narrowed her eyes at the person, expecting to blow them away. Much to her surprise, nothing happened. She saw the needle arch up and an evil smile on the lips of her captor.
"No, no," she cried hoarsely. "Please!" The last thing she was aware of was the prick of a needle and a deep, wicked laugh filling her ears.
~`~`~`~
"Ebony, darlin' wake up!"
She sat straight up in her bed, heart pounding, dripping in sweat, a scream ripe on her lips. She looked around wildly, and unsheathed her claws in fear. Through her panic, she made out several people standing around her.
"It's okay," someone said soothingly. "We won't hurt you. We don't have any needles."
The mention of needles made her shudder, sheath, and unsheathe her claws in apprehension.
"Good goin' there Summers," someone, Logan she guessed, growled.
::It's okay,:: someone said in her head. She glanced around again. ::We're only trying to help::
She took a deep breath to calm her racing pulse. Glancing around once more, she saw Jean and Scott, both in their pajamas standing to the left of her bed. She chuckled quietly to herself at the sight of Scott's kitten-covered pajama pants. Logan and Ororo were to the right. The professor was at the end of her bed, watching her intently. Sensing more people, she saw a crowd of students standing at her door, all with worried and curious looks etched on their faces.
As an after thought, she sheathed her claws.
She began to get nervous under all their gazes. Logan seemed to understand, and told everyone to leave. In the professor's case, he asked, though not terribly politely.
After everyone except Logan had left, she took another deep breath, and wiped the sweat off of her face and neck. She took a glimpse at Logan, and gave a small smile.
"Did Ah wake every'ne up?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Ya woke me up first since I'm only a door down from ya and I've got that better hearin' thing goin' on. The professor was in here next sayin' ya were 'broadcasting yer distress' as he put it. We weren' able to wake ya and ya kept screamin', then Jean and Scott came, with 'Ro right behind them."
"Ah'm sorry," she said quietly, playing with the blanket nervously.
"Don' worry 'bout it," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I caused a lota trouble here at first too."
"What'd ya do?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Nearly killed Rogue," he said.
"Rogue?" she questioned. "How?"
"Rammed my claws through 'er right shoulder," he said.
"Why'd ya do that?" she asked, eyes widening. The only way he could tell her eyes had widened was by the way her eyelashes were nearly touching her eyebrows and he couldn't see much of her eyelids. He noted to himself that he needed to keep note of her eyelids to tell where she was looking.
"I was dreamin' 'bout the surgery they performed on me, and woke her up," he explained. "She came in ta wake me, an' I woke up an' 'fore I realized who it was and where I was, my claws were all th' way through 'er right shoulder."
"You didn' kill 'er?"
"She touched my cheek, an' stole my healin' ability."
"Oh," was all she could think to say.
"So, don' worry 'bout tonight," he said. "Ya popped yer claws, but didn' do anythin'." He paused for a minute. "An' I saw yer smile at Scott's pajamas."
Ebony laughed. She had a loud, light-hearted laugh that made Logan smile.
"Ah don' really know 'im, but Ah had ta laugh at it," she said between laughs. "He don' seem lahke the tahype to wear things lahke that."
"Ya can learn a lot 'bout a person when they're woken up in th' middle of the night," Logan said between his own deep chuckles.
They calmed down for a minute then looked at one another and started laughing again. Ebony pulled her pillow over her mouth to muffle her loud laughter.
::What's so funny?:: someone asked in Ebony's head.
She stopped her laughing and dropped the pillow from her face. Logan noticed her change in mood and stopped chuckling. She glanced around, spooked.
"Who said that?" she whispered, frightened.
"Said what, kid?" Logan asked. "I didn' say anythin'."
"Shh!" she hissed.
::What's wrong, Ebony?:: the voice asked.
::LEAVE ME ALONE!:: she screamed in her head.
::Ebony? Are you alright?::
::GO AWAY!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!::
::Ebony…::
Her scream echoed in the small room. Logan jumped to his feet, startled despite himself.
"STOP IT!" she screamed, clutching her head with her hands. She screamed again.
"Ebony!" Logan exclaimed.
"Make it stop!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "Please, make it stop," she whispered.
Logan stood there, confused for a moment as to what he should do. Cautiously, he made his way over to her. Careful not to touch her skin, he drew her to his chest tenderly. She stiffened at first, expecting pain instead of comfort.
Jean came rushing in. Ebony jumped, giving a short cry.
"What's the matter?" Jean asked worriedly.
"I dunno," Logan said quietly.
"Summon 'as in my head," Ebony whispered.
"That was me," Jean said. "I was 'talking' with you telepathically."
"Oh," Ebony said. "Ah thought it 'as one 'a them."
"One of who?" Jean asked, slowly walking over to the bed.
"One 'a th' guys that experimented on me," she whispered. "They used ta talk in mah head. Whenevah summon 'talks' in mah head, Ah think it's them." She sat quiet for a minute. "Sorry if Ah scart ya."
"That's okay," Jean said. Logan nodded his agreement. "We should both be back to bed," Jean hinted.
Logan nodded again. "Go ta sleep, kid. If ya start screamin' again, I'll come wake ya. Deal?"
"Aiight," Ebony said as she slid down under the covers. Jean smiled as she closed the door behind her and Logan.
"She remembers something from when she was captive," Jean said. "I wonder how long she's been 'free'."
"I dunno," Logan said.
"I'll talk to the professor and see if he can get into her head and look around."
"I don' think that's a good idea, Jeannie," Logan said. "Ya saw how she flipped out tonight when you 'talked' to her. The professor fishin' around in her head ain't gonna go over any smoother."
"Maybe you're right," Jean said thoughtfully. "It's worth a shot though."
"Maybe," Logan said. "We should wait awhile, though. Let 'er get to know everyone."
Jean nodded. "I'm off to bed," she said with a yawn. She started back towards her room with Scott. "Oh, and I know what you two were laughing at," she said over her shoulder. He could tell she had a small smile on her pretty face.
Logan chuckled and went to his room, not even daring to hope at getting some sleep. It was already three in the morning. He usually got up in three hours. He fleetingly thought about taking Scott's bike and heading towards a bar, but thought of his promise to Ebony; to be there if she woke up screaming. He really was turning into a big softie and making too many promises for his liking. Oh well, he thought. They were promises that needed to be made.
To be continued....:)