Logan's POV.



I was surround by them, the metal, cold against my skin. The masked people looked down at me through the water, watching me intensely as thought I was animal at the zoo. A masked figure stepped forward toward, dipped his hand into the water. His arm reached slowly into the water towards my left arm, I felt the pinprick as he injected something into arm. Then without warning, my body spasmed as the indescribable pain tore at my body. As I struggled against the strong restraints, a screeching noise grew louder in my ears. Then everything turned black.

Finding myself free of the restraints, I slashed at the air, fighting the invisible demons that plagued my mind.

Sweat pouring off my face, I began to chant to myself "Its not real, you're at the mansion" over and over.

Taking deep breaths, I gently retracted my claws and surveyed the scene around.

"Dam," I thought to myself, spotting the feathers on my bed. "Third pillow I've destroyed this week."

Desperate for a drink, I got up, pulled on the nearest pair of sweatpants and made for the door. As I closed my door behind me, I stood on a hard object. Ignoring it, I continued to walk down the hall to the stairwell.

Walking down the stairs, I was surprised to find Jubilee sitting on the bottom step looking at her hands, sobbing like a baby. In her right hand was piece of paper, with a messy writing on it. Jubilee looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen.

"She's gone" she whispered in between sobs.

I bent down, my eyes level with hers. "Who's gone?" I whispered back.

"Rogue" she said, lowering her eyes to the floor.

Grabbing the note from her hand, I quickly read the few words that were scribbled on the paper.

I'm sorry Jubilee. Remember what I told you before. I'll come back someday, but for now I need to be away from here. Goodbye. Rogue

Dropping the note, I ran up the stair and down the hall to my room. Swinging open my door, I grabbed my leather pants and jacket and quickly put them on. Slipping on a pair of heavy boots, I made for the door. Once again standing on the hard object in front of my door, I picked it up and threw it into the metal bin outside my room.

Hearing the resonating sound of metal on metal, I walked over the bin and fetched out the paper-wrapped object. Unwrapping the paper, my dogtags fell into my hands. Staring down at my dog tags, I slowly walked into my room. Flattening out the piece of paper, my eyes burned as I read the note.

Dear Logan, I can't stay here. I feel as this 'war' is killing me and by staying here, its like taking a razor to my arm every day. Keep your tags, I'll come back for them, and you. I will come back someday. I promise. Please, just let me go and find my own life away from all of this first. It is possible for people like us to have normal lives and I want one. Goodbye Logan. Marie

I stared at the tear stricken letter. She was gone. In shock, I walked out of the room , down the stairs and sat next to Jubilee. She had stop crying and was staring out the nearby window, watching the sun rise.

"We have to go get her" she said calmly.

"No" I said, passing Jubilee the note Marie had left me.

Her face remained emotionless as she silently read the note. Looking back out of the window, she passed the noteback to me.

Her voice broke though the silence between us "So, her real names Marie. And you knew?"

Nodding silently, I turned to her. "We can't tell anyone that she's gone. Not yet." I said "She needs things out, without the others trying to get her back."

Standing up, I walked down the hall and into Scott's classroom. Picking the crappy lock with a claw, I grabbed the bottle of Bourbon out of his drawer and returned to the stairs.

Jubilees eyes opened in surprise as I took a large swig and offered the bottle to her. Taking it, Jubilee stared at the bottle.

Chuckling to myself, I took the bottle from her. "Don't like it, fine. More for me"

Taking another swig, I looked down at Jubilee to find her trying not to laugh. "Mr Summers had that in his drawer?" she giggled, taking the bottle from me and taking a swig of the murky brown liquid. "Guess the stick isn't permanently stuck up there"

Laughing along with her, I grabbed the bottle off her before she spilt it. And there we sat, getting drunk until Scott found us when he got up an hour later.