Everything You Want
By SleepyAngel
Skinned Knees and Skid Marks
With a start, Logan woke up, breathing heavily. It wasn't a nightmare that had
gripped him this time, though they were frequent as he grew closer to something. It was
the calling he'd felt earlier. And he knew who it was. Jean.
Why was she trying to reach him? It's not like she was available, with talks of
engagements and marriage flowing through the school's gossip chains. Not that he listened
to gossip if he could help it, but it still touched him. Jean had expressed the same feelings
for her telepathy, not wanting to hear but being subjected to it anyway. He had smiled and
tried to get her to read his mind again. She'd gone away, muttering something about the
Professor saying there were safer minds to start reading than his. He'd never understood
that until now.
The abandoned military base closer and his nightmares had become more and more
powerful and scary. Logan could feel it, he was living them. All those people, the green,
the lines of his skin, the metal, the drowning, the pain. He shook his head and stood up
from the grass and leaves. He'd slept in the woods and forest again, like he had for the
past weeks.
There weren't many places to stop on the way to his destination and he didn't much
feel like stopping at the few there were. He wished partly that he could be a wolf, living
alone and without ties. But something was drawing him back to his past, whether he liked
it or not.
He had to know his past.
He righted the motorcycle he'd hidden under leaves and kept close to himself. If he
lost it, he would have no means of transportation, and this trip would take longer, time he
didn't want to waste walking. Besides, Scott would kill him if his precious bike was gone.
He smiled as he remembered the red eyed man lending him the motorcycle,
knowing how much Logan loved it. Scott wouldn't be such a bad guy if he and Jean
weren't so serious. Jean was just too much for either of the men to resist.
Logan had to order his thoughts of the School away before he changed his mind
and went back. With a jolt, he realized he thought of it as home now, now when he was
going back to the place when any kind of home had ended for him. If he had ever had a
place to call his own before, he didn't remember it.
He blew air our his cheeks, causing little smoke-like puffs to appear in the air. All
he needed was to figure this out, just so his life could go on. Everything had a purpose. If
it didn't, why did people bother living?
Logan smiled bitterly as he loaded himself onto the bike and roared off. His little
Marie needed a purpose, more than anyone. If she couldn't touch the world physically, she
had to have some way to touch their hearts, soften their hardened souls. She had
mentioned to him how much she wanted to change the world, so that they could have a
chance at a normal life.
"After all, we're human, too. Just...different," she said, trying to make sense of it.
Logan had shook his head. "We're more than different, Marie." She didn't say
anything, just went off with some friends she'd spotted. He was glad she had made friends
at School, but sometimes he missed the company they had shared before, when they both
had been the sludge of the world, those minutes in his truck, a few moments reflecting on
the train. Maybe they didn't even know eachother. Somehow though, there was a strange
connection between them. The Professor had mentioned something like this happening, a
bond that was created neither by time or blood. Those times that Marie had shared in his
life force, those were the times they had become close, when they had felt the same
memories and pain. Though the memory was fading into the back of his mind, he could
still bring up a picture of a young boy, leaning in to kiss her, and the pulling she felt when
their lips touched, as if they were falling into the kiss, then, the realization that she wasn't
kissing like a normal human. He could feel the searing pain inside, not from fire, but from
anger, fear. She had been running ever since, living in the fear of touch.
Something familar drifted in the wind and Logan slowed the bike, barely moving it
as he saw something hidden in trees. If not for his extra sensitive eyes and sense of smell,
he missed the well hidden building, a large factory or laboratory of some sort. He killed
the motorcycle's engine and listened for voices, or any type of proof of activity, before
slipping down the hill, into the forest. He was close to something of his past, he could
smell the same air he had breathed the first night he'd escaped, the air that had seemed
sweet when he'd been caught in an air choked prison, with smells of formaldehyde and
who-knew-what-else.
Just as he came to clearing, with a huge electric fence surrounding his past,
another thing of his present called to him.
........Come home.......
Feeling the tears run down his face, Logan shook his head, reaching for the fence,
prepared to climb since the power wasn't buzzing through the air. He blinked and gulped
that old air, trying to send a message back.
.........I can't............
He felt some one poke around his brain once more, before he felt the presence
leave and found himself all alone again.
By SleepyAngel
Skinned Knees and Skid Marks
With a start, Logan woke up, breathing heavily. It wasn't a nightmare that had
gripped him this time, though they were frequent as he grew closer to something. It was
the calling he'd felt earlier. And he knew who it was. Jean.
Why was she trying to reach him? It's not like she was available, with talks of
engagements and marriage flowing through the school's gossip chains. Not that he listened
to gossip if he could help it, but it still touched him. Jean had expressed the same feelings
for her telepathy, not wanting to hear but being subjected to it anyway. He had smiled and
tried to get her to read his mind again. She'd gone away, muttering something about the
Professor saying there were safer minds to start reading than his. He'd never understood
that until now.
The abandoned military base closer and his nightmares had become more and more
powerful and scary. Logan could feel it, he was living them. All those people, the green,
the lines of his skin, the metal, the drowning, the pain. He shook his head and stood up
from the grass and leaves. He'd slept in the woods and forest again, like he had for the
past weeks.
There weren't many places to stop on the way to his destination and he didn't much
feel like stopping at the few there were. He wished partly that he could be a wolf, living
alone and without ties. But something was drawing him back to his past, whether he liked
it or not.
He had to know his past.
He righted the motorcycle he'd hidden under leaves and kept close to himself. If he
lost it, he would have no means of transportation, and this trip would take longer, time he
didn't want to waste walking. Besides, Scott would kill him if his precious bike was gone.
He smiled as he remembered the red eyed man lending him the motorcycle,
knowing how much Logan loved it. Scott wouldn't be such a bad guy if he and Jean
weren't so serious. Jean was just too much for either of the men to resist.
Logan had to order his thoughts of the School away before he changed his mind
and went back. With a jolt, he realized he thought of it as home now, now when he was
going back to the place when any kind of home had ended for him. If he had ever had a
place to call his own before, he didn't remember it.
He blew air our his cheeks, causing little smoke-like puffs to appear in the air. All
he needed was to figure this out, just so his life could go on. Everything had a purpose. If
it didn't, why did people bother living?
Logan smiled bitterly as he loaded himself onto the bike and roared off. His little
Marie needed a purpose, more than anyone. If she couldn't touch the world physically, she
had to have some way to touch their hearts, soften their hardened souls. She had
mentioned to him how much she wanted to change the world, so that they could have a
chance at a normal life.
"After all, we're human, too. Just...different," she said, trying to make sense of it.
Logan had shook his head. "We're more than different, Marie." She didn't say
anything, just went off with some friends she'd spotted. He was glad she had made friends
at School, but sometimes he missed the company they had shared before, when they both
had been the sludge of the world, those minutes in his truck, a few moments reflecting on
the train. Maybe they didn't even know eachother. Somehow though, there was a strange
connection between them. The Professor had mentioned something like this happening, a
bond that was created neither by time or blood. Those times that Marie had shared in his
life force, those were the times they had become close, when they had felt the same
memories and pain. Though the memory was fading into the back of his mind, he could
still bring up a picture of a young boy, leaning in to kiss her, and the pulling she felt when
their lips touched, as if they were falling into the kiss, then, the realization that she wasn't
kissing like a normal human. He could feel the searing pain inside, not from fire, but from
anger, fear. She had been running ever since, living in the fear of touch.
Something familar drifted in the wind and Logan slowed the bike, barely moving it
as he saw something hidden in trees. If not for his extra sensitive eyes and sense of smell,
he missed the well hidden building, a large factory or laboratory of some sort. He killed
the motorcycle's engine and listened for voices, or any type of proof of activity, before
slipping down the hill, into the forest. He was close to something of his past, he could
smell the same air he had breathed the first night he'd escaped, the air that had seemed
sweet when he'd been caught in an air choked prison, with smells of formaldehyde and
who-knew-what-else.
Just as he came to clearing, with a huge electric fence surrounding his past,
another thing of his present called to him.
........Come home.......
Feeling the tears run down his face, Logan shook his head, reaching for the fence,
prepared to climb since the power wasn't buzzing through the air. He blinked and gulped
that old air, trying to send a message back.
.........I can't............
He felt some one poke around his brain once more, before he felt the presence
leave and found himself all alone again.