April 14th, 1912
8: 04pm
Okay... next person to walk through the door was going to go down.
Unless that person came bearing food...
Then she would eat before taking the person out.
But first thing she had to do was figure out how to get out of the restraints. Neither she nor Jenn had any ideas.
The two girls had been uncomfortably cooped up in a first class room that wasn't being used by anyone. Somehow, they had managed to swipe the keys for the room and were using it to hide them. The only time they were allowed out of the restraints was to use the restroom, and even then, they were guarded by the speed demon, so no hope of escape was allowed.
Jennifer shifted uncomfortably in the chair she was tied to. "How long are we going to be here?"
"I don't know. I heard them conversing outside once that this was all to throw them off of that one girl's track. The one Logan seems to fancy."
The red haired one glanced around and bit her lower lip. "He going to show soon? Because I have to go..."
"I know. My throat feels like a desert. But when he releases me, I'm going to do something about it. We've been here far too long as it is."
"What are you going to do?"
Amy grinned at her friend. "You'll see."
The time the girl's spent there passed mostly by talking, staring at the walls, singing songs, thinking about their love interests, and yelling for help, both physically and mentally. For some odd reason, no one had come in aide of their cries for help, even though it was bound that someone had to have heard them.
Amy reflected on how they had become friends by chance. They both came from middle class families, and Amy's father worked for the United States Postal services. Jennifer had written a letter that somehow got damaged so the address wasn't possible to read. Despite the break in morals, Amy took the letter and opened it in case it gave a name they could go on to deliver it. It didn't, but it gave Jennifer's new address, so Amy sent the letter back in one of her own.
From that moment on the two became pen pals. How ironic though, that the first time the two met face to face, they were taken by a man named Nathan Milbury. Taken and hidden away like lab rats to be experimented on. That was how they got their powers.
After they escaped, they were immediately met by Scott and Jean Summers, who took them to Xavier. He in turn, fully extended his hand to help the girls who could never again return home because of what they had become. They were distant and reluctant at first... then Jenn met Bobby.
"I miss Bobby..." and thus the cycle started again.
"I know, but you'll see him again. Just be patient."
That caused Jenn to go into a hysterical laughing fit. "Look who's talking!"
Amy shot the girl tied to a chair next to her own a death glare, which only caused her to laugh harder. The older one watched as Jenn laughed so hard her chair tipped onto two legs before falling over onto her back. They both only paused a moment before cracking up again.
One might think the two of them insane. Here, they had been held captive for nearly a day, and they were laughing like a couple of those hyenas Ororo talked about from back home in Africa. It was during this that Pietro decided to show up with dinner. He quickly took one look at the situation and shook his head miserably, not understanding a thing.
Pietro set the meals down before righting Jenn's chair with her still tied to it. "Why, thank you, Mr. Maximoff," she said politely as if she were just sitting down to tea with him.
Something was up with these girls, he could feel it. They were acting way too cheerful and nice to him. Even Amy, who had taken to loathing him at every opportunity she got, was smiling at him.
"Um..." Jenn started, blushing a little bit. "Might I be able to make a trip to the lav'?"
The young man before them grumbled an agreement before untying the girl and letting her go to the adjoining lavatory. While she was in there, he set up Amy with her food, allowing her to eat but not do much else.
"So... You coming around?" he asked her.
"Coming around to what?"
"To the fact that you are madly in love with me," Pietro stated smugly, clearing enjoying time alone with one of the girls of his fancy.
At that moment, Amy was presented with a few options. One: To laugh heartily in his face. Two: To play along and hope it gained her an advantages. Or three: To just simply ignore what he said and continue chugging down the water brought to her.
Best bet was a combination of Three and Two, with One to come up later on. "Well... I must admit... You are quite handsome."
"I knew it! I knew you couldn't resist!" In the blink of an eye, the speed demon disappeared then appeared with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Once he popped the cork, he poured the bubbling substance into the two glasses.
Amy had to admit, what she said was true. He was handsome. But he was also a self-glorified pervert. Then again... So was Remy once she thought about it. Only thing Remy had going for him over Pietro was more charm and the fact he had yet to kidnap her. Despite his poor upbringing, once he had teamed up with Lensherr, he became a gentleman overnight. Pietro had caught on quickly to the ways of the upper class.
He held up his glass in a toasting gesture, to which Amy copied to the best of her ability despite being tied down. "Lemme fix that," he said, then loosened her straps even more so she had more free movement of her arms. "To our wonderful relationship which begins tonight."
They tapped their glasses together with a clink and drank a sip of the champagne.
"Or..." he mused, "it could always begin right now."
Not noticing the sound of a door opening, Pietro moved closer to Amy and placed a hand on her thigh. It was true what they said about him, not a damn thing about him was slow, even his hormones. His hand trailed up closer to her waist while he leaned forward.
"Ahem," someone cleared their throat loudly behind them, killing what moment Pietro thought they had. As it was, Amy had been just about ready to smash the bottle of champagne onto his head.
Pietro turned and glared at his sister, who was standing there smugly, knowing full well what she had interrupted. "Where's the other one?"
As if on cue, Jenn emerged from the lavatory and retook her place on her chair, waiting for Pietro or Wanda to tie her to it.
Amy silently thanked Wanda for stopping her brother. He had been putting the moves on her and Jenn since he'd taken them. And even then, when she was hardly awake and in no condition to do anything but moan in protest, he had tried. Thankfully, slipping back into unconsciousness stopped him from going any further.
If there was going to be any better time, now would be it. Wanda was busy tying Jenn back up, and Pietro was probably busy thinking of the different ways he could currently kill his sister.
The mutant closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and peering over the edges of her black sunglasses. Her florescent eyes that usually changed color with her emotion, started shifting randomly until the colors where bright flashes in between white. Her perceptual vision changed to darken the contrast of everything in the room, save for electricity. Even the static in the air glowed slightly in her vision.
The stronger currents running to power the lights of the room were what she focused on. Slowly at first, the currents became brighter, stronger, until they escape the wires and continue on a lightening quick path of her will. Right to Wanda and her brother's unsuspecting forms. They didn't even have time to act until they were hit with the powerful jolting electricity, still streaming from the walls in forceful currents, lighting up the otherwise dark room so powerful that Jennifer was forced to squeeze her eyes shut against the retinas burning power.
When it was over, the twins lied unconscious on the floor and the lights decided to illuminate the room once more. "I should've done that sooner... Jenn, you okay?"
"Uh..." was all she responded with.
Oops... she had forgotten about her friend's intolerability to violence. "Jenn, I need you to snap out of it and get me untied."
Still nothing, Jenn was staring at the two forms on the floor. It took a few hops of Amy tied in her chair to get close enough to kick her friend.
"Ow!"
"Welcome back. Will you please untie me? The sooner you do, the sooner you can return to Bobby."
If anything would snap her out of any state, it was the mention of Bobby's name. Or anything related to ice for that matter. On their own personal tour, one of the officers had mentioned iceberg warnings, which had sent her friend into a happy daze for a good hour.
"Bobby?" she breathed out.
"Yes, Bobby. Now untie me."
Shaking her head some to clear it up, Jenn set to work in doing just that. "What about them?" she asked, regarding the Maximoffs.
"Leave them," she declared, stepping over the bodies and heading towards the door. "Only..." she paused. "We'd better take the food."
Without wasting any time, the two friends grabbed their meals and exited the room that reeked of burnt flesh and ozone. The twins would not be happy when the woke, especially when they found out what bad hair days they were destined to have for a while now.
It only took a moment of being outside to determine they were on B-Deck. Each of the first class area of the decks were decorated differently, which made for easy identification.
"We should go up to Xavier's," Jenn stated, already heading in the direction of the Grand Staircase. She was practically running, so anxious to meet with her loved one again and let him know she was alright.
True love could sometimes be a pain in the ass, especially when one was forced to worry about the other. But hell, it was all worth it when they were together. Since she had only met Remy on the ship, their relationship wasn't nearly as devoted as Jenn and Bobby's was. But they were working on it, even through the differences in class. Xavier was considering asking Remy to join them once they reached America, which would be a good thing for Amy. Very good indeed.
April 14th, 1912
9: 25pm
He couldn't believe it. He just could not fucking believe it! Who did she think she was? He was trying to protect her, to help her, and she blew him off. Sure, she really didn't want to, but the words still came from her mouth!
Logan had already pulverized the petty excuse for a punching bag in the gym, so he was currently beating the shit out of his suitcase. His knuckles bled and cracked at the force against the hard casing, but he didn't care. The wounds just healed up and blood could be wiped away. The smell of it only fueled his rage that had been locked away for too long on this trip.
When he had returned to his room, Jean intervened, sensing something was wrong with him. After suggesting that Logan meditate to calm himself, and seeing how that only made the outcome worse, she had sighed and pleaded with him to at least not destroy anything that wasn't his, then made a discreet exit. Some non-primal part of Logan's brain had for the moment complied with that one request.
Otherwise all lamps would be in pieces on the floor, new holes would be driven into the walls, chair legs would be shattered to pieces, among other damages Xavier was getting tired of paying for. Probably not as tired as Logan was of Scott's little prissy speeches, but tired enough to perhaps reconsider having Logan in the first class areas.
It was late, and most people would have been in their rooms. So Logan decided to go down and find some steerage person or crewmember to fight with. Get the adrenaline pumping and the pain flaring, and the gratifying feeling of kicking someone's ass.
Once he got down to the lower decks, he found not a soul. Not even a party like the night before was being held, everyone was gone. Like a ghost ship. It was such an eerie feeling of loneliness and silence despite the louder hum of the engines and boilers and everything down there, that he began to wander aimlessly as he thought about the situation.
Not until he heard the unnatural splashing did he break himself out of his train of thought. A place he had been spending way too much time in recent days.
For a brief moment he was lost, until he saw the sign just outside the door that read: 'Swimming Bath'. Which was odd... why would there be splashing from the indoor pool at this time of night? It should have been closed.
Logan recalled the pool from the tour he had followed earlier in the day, so he knew the hours. And now was not one it would have been open for. Curiosity taking place of his anger, he stealthily opened the door and slipped inside unnoticed.
The room was warmer than the others, installed with heating elements in order to keep the water in the pool from getting nearly as cold as the water outside the ship. It felt rather nice compared to what he had just been in. Logan had been wishing he hadn't discarded his jacket earlier while pounding his defenseless suitcase.
His hazel eyes scanned the brightly lit room, the water reflecting the light even more. But it was easy to tell there was one lone occupant in the room. Or, in the pool for that matter. Lazily swimming about at their own pace.
Not wanting to disturb the person just yet, Logan sneaked to a corner and crouched down, observing the form in the pool from behind a version of the deck chairs.
God had never really been on Logan's side. In fact, he got the feeling he did something prior to his memories that must have really pissed the Big Guy off, and then continued to do so even afterwards. Every now and then the Big Guy must wake up and say 'Hmm... I think I shall fool around more with that Logan chap... His life isn't screwed up enough as it is.'.
Then there were the moments he thought that maybe God's secretary or delivery boys screwed the order up wrong when things go right or good in his life for a change.
This was one of those times.
Marie Darkholme was the one in the pool.
And not only was Marie Darkholme in the pool. Marie Darkholme was naked and in the pool.
Dear fucking God... he must have done something right for a change. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what, but he didn't care. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen was currently swimming in a pool. He couldn't smell any nervousness off of her about getting caught. Just frustration and sadness.
His mind wandered just as much as his eyes did over her glistening body as she moved, creating ripples around her as the water parted to her command. Skin be damned, only still getting over the shock was keeping him from jumping into the water and making his thoughts into reality.
A loud noise that sounded like wood being dragged across wood made him wince in pain. Marie gasped and looked around, now afraid of perhaps being caught. Her eyes settled upon the form hiding behind a deck chair in the corner before letting out a slight screech as she made a desperate swim for where her discarded robe lay.
It took Logan a moment to realize he'd been spotted, and even longer to realize it was he himself who had made the noise. One hand was placed against the chair in front of him, which must have caused it to move against the wooden floor.
"Who are you!" Marie demanded, failing miserably at keeping her voice steady while she tied her robe shut.
There was no way for Logan to continue to stay hidden, nor to make a run to the nearest door. It would give her enough time to see who it was, then she'd hate him even more. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stood on his two feet. "It's me, Marie."
"Logan!" she gasped with surprise. Quickly overcome though, she spouted back at him, "How dare you follow me!" Her words echoed throughout the pool area that desperately needed something to absorb the sound.
"I didn't follow you," he admitted. "I was wandering and heard someone in here."
"So you decided to spy on me?" She had once again turned around in order to put on more clothes than just her robe.
"I... well..." he had no good answer for that one. Remembering what the last thing she said to him was, he quickly started for the nearest exit when her voice stopped him.
"Wait! Logan, please... I... I didn't mean what I said before... My parents, they..." she had turned to face him again, unaware that her robe was open and showing quite a bit of her bare chest.
"They made you say it?" he asked, taking a few steps closer to her dripping form.
She bowed her head and shut her eyes in defiance. "Yes..." came out as only a murmur. "I didn't mean it. I don't want it... Logan..." the words caught in her throat when she could feel his breath upon her wet skin. He was so close to her, she didn't even need her eyes open to know that.
His voice was a whisper of warm breath against her. "What do you want, Marie? And don't think about your parents or your duties. What do you want yourself?"
"I..." She opened her eyes when he cupped his hand underneath her chin and forced her head up to look at him. In those eyes she saw everything she had ever dreamed of, hoped for, and long thought she would be denied. In his eyes, she found herself at home. She found undying love staring back at her. Gentleness amidst the harsh exterior that was Logan. Things she had never seen in anyone else, not even Graydon. Certainly not even Graydon. "I want you..."
In a rage of blinding passion, Logan wrapped his arms around her and brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss. A kiss that spoke of desire, need, passion, and above all, reality. Never had they thought a kiss could be so sweet yet so savage, to make them feel as if they were floating on air.
But that all changed in a moments time. Logan felt his whole world begin to spin wildly out of control, ending only with Marie's scream and the engulfment of cool water that greeted him.