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(Auckland, New Zealand)
^`Alex! Alex! What've you done!` Alex looked in the glazed eyes of Mel. `Alex, what have you done to me?`^.
Alexandria bolted up straight from her nightmare. She panted and sighed as she found she was in her room. Ashley wiped the sweat from her face and put her face in her hands. "What did I do to her?", she looked back over to the Rugby picture. She frowned and got up, walking over to her closet to pick out an outfit. She stretched out her hands to open the closet when she felt a sudden painful electrical shock surge through her mind. Alexandria's hands flew to her head and she held her scream in as so many times before. It had just been a few weeks since she wrecked the car and the 'head aches' kept getting worse and worse. This painful shock, she knew, was Mel's self trying to take over. Alex opened her mouth and tightly closed her eyes in a pain so great that her other 'gifts' started to haul things across the room. Alex's hands glowed a bright electric purple as the pain grew more. Finally, after what was hours to Alex's, the pain resided and she fell to the ground completely, panting and cringing. She controlled her minds pain and got up slowly to take a shower and change.
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Alex came out of her long steaming shower, clothed, and found something wrong with today. She walked over to her window and found the police with the FBI outside the house, asking questions. Alex panicked and rushed for her duffel bag and started to pack like a crazed animal. *Clothes…Tops, underclothes, pants….Socks, shoes!*. She stopped as she looked around for more things she figured she needed. Her eyes came across the Rugby pictured. Her eyes grew wide and she took it and shoved it in her bag. "What else?" she tapped her foot and bit her lip. Looking around her room she saw ponytail holders and grabbed them for her long hair. She looked down at herself and figured she would be needing the most important thing of all, "Gloves.". She sighed and went to a drawer with some gloves and grabbed them all. She grabbed her coat and the money she had been saving up for a new car. "Like I'm going to need a car anytime soon." she said to herself and put on her coat and shoes. She swung the bag over her shoulder and pulled her hair in a ponytail as she headed for her door.
Alex opened the door slowly and looked out to find no one there. She sighed silently and crept out. She kept silent as she crept down the halls on the wooden floors that seemed to creak every single time she stepped down. She cringed as one floor board creaked loudly, "Mental note, never get a house with wood floors." she mumbled to herself as she continued her tracks. Alex reached the back door and saw that no one was out there. "Yes!" she whispered loudly as she made a gesture with her arm and leg. She put her silver gloved hand on the knob and twisted. "Damn glove." she whispered as she took off her glove and tried again. "Damn it what's wrong?" she said after the door wouldn't open. Alex sighed in frustration and opened the window. "Well, when all doors closed, guess you have to find a window to open." she said as she threw her bag out and scurried after it. Alex got up after the fall and pulled on her glove. "That wasn't so bad." she said as she brushed herself off and grabbed her bag again.
Alex looked back at her home and etched it in her memory. "Good-bye." she said and headed off towards the opposite direction of test labs and needles.
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(Westchester, New York, USA)
Jean sat on the leather chair in the Professor's office, waiting for him to say something. He had been contemplating on the subject for some time and now he needed to act upon it. "I think you're right Jean. This could very much help, but, I wonder, is it something she is willing to do?" he knew the answer as he shifted his right hand to clasp his left. "Everyone knows that she would do it, except, she'll be afraid of course, it's only natural. Logan could help us along with it if he's willing to." Jean said as she looked down at the MRI scan of Rogue. Ever since Rogue came back from her being kidnapped by Magneto, she showed signs of something… unusual, happening to her mind.
"Well, I think we should discuss this with Logan before we go to Rogue about this." the Professor said, leaving no room for argument. Jean nodded and got up slowly, heading back to the sheets she must grade.
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Logan walked down the familiar halls once again. He could hear the kids studying for tests or playing the guitars or whatever. He shook his head and continued down towards his room. He came up to the door and thought for a moment, *What is the code again?*. Ever since John and Bobby got in a battle of the elements of nature and wreaked havoc, there had been security devices installed. He frowned and growled as he still couldn't remember the combination. He unleashed his claws and was about to rip through the door when his favorite somebody came waltzing down the hall to him, *Marie*. He put back his claws and bent his head to hide the embarrassment as she punched in the code for him. If it anyone else he would've growled and pulled his claws on them, but it was Marie, and he hurt her once, he didn't want to do it again.
His door gave way as he pushed it open and turned to Marie. "Thanks." he grumbled as he stood in the doorway, looking away from her amused eyes. "No problem. Hey, I heard the Professor wanted to talk to you, said it was something important." she said as she twisted her upper body a bit. "At least he didn't creep in my mind. I hate that." Logan said, then felt stupid for saying such a sentence. *Great going shithead, now she'll think you're some pansy ass inside.*. At that moment Logan wanted to ram his head into the wall, instead he looked at Marie and his heart leapt. She was smiling that angelic smile, the one that always made him wish he could kiss her right then and there. He remembered he came close one time, but, she retreated back before he could get within twelve inches of her.
Marie looked down at his gaze and blushed. Logan felt better and leaned against the entry way, crossing his arms and grinning like a fool, feeling moncho that he made his girl blush. Marie looked up to see his grin and gave a big smile, "Don't get cocky shugha. You better go before he starts 'creeping around'." she said and gave a look at him before walking off to her own room.
Logan watched as she walked off slowly. He sighed and shook his head again, this time grinning like some guy won the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. And as far as Logan was concerned, he did, a little Leprachaun gave him a chase, and it gave him a gift that stowed away in his camper. He moved in an upright position and headed back the other way, going to see what Wheels wanted.
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(Honolulu, Hawaii, USA)
Alex had been in the under part of the plane for what seemed like hours. She was a stow away and prayed to God that no one would find her. She clutched onto her surroundings as the plane jolted around and started to land. "Finally." she said as she ducked herself deeper under the luggage. After what seemed like going through a hurricane, the plane slowed to a stop. She sighed and attached her bag to the extra one she 'borrowed' from someone else. The bag was big enough to suit her, she supposed, all she had to do was stuff some of her things in with her and zip up the bag as best she could. Then when the coast was clear before they hit the conveyor belt, she would slip out and head for the nearest exit. She hoped that it would be that easy, she hoped.
She waited till she could feel the people getting off the plane and zipped herself up. "It worked once, it should work again." she mumbled to herself, remembering the trip from Auckland to Australia. *But that was by boat girl* he mind screamed at her. She ignored it and heard the compartment door open, the workers unloading it's cargo.
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Alex had felt the men grunt as they pulled her bags out and dumped her on the little cart. She had to wait, even if she wanted to roll off the moving cart and roll for her life. But that wouldn't be the best idea. She felt the cart back up and hit a ramp slightly. Then she heard men coming towards the bags and started lifting them up and on the conveyor belt. They lifted her bag, with some difficulty and threw the rest on top of her.
Once she couldn't hear the voices, she dared a look out from a hole and saw no one around. Alex sighed and unzipped the bag all the way, grabbing it and her own bag. She had one more flight to go before she landed in the actual North America. She got up slowly, and seeing no one around, climbed off the conveyor and walked to the nearest exit and plane.
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Logan sat in the leather chair that once seated Jean earlier, he could tell. The Professor smiled at him and put away some class papers. He then moved his hand under the papers to get a vanilla colored folder and handed it to Logan. Logan looked at the Professor with confusion in his eyes. "Read it." the Professor said and put his clasped hands on the desk.
Logan looked at the folder and opened it, pictures of scans greeting him. He looked up at the wheel man with raised eyebrows and only got a nod.
Logan continued his looking, flipping through the many pictures. He got to a little note and found that it was written by Jean talking about Rogue to the Professor. Logan's curiosity grabbed his eyes and he shifted in his seat, reading the note.
(Note)
The red marks you see on Rogue's scans isn't normal for any one, not even a mutant. But, there isn't an infection of any kind, she's still sane. I can only come up with one thought; that Rogue is some how, for a short period of time, controlling her mutation. The red has been decreasing and increasing several times in a week. I believe that if we try to work on these days where it has been increasing, then there might be a chance for Rogue to touch someone.
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The note went on more about the plans and ravings of Jean, but Logan wasn't paying attention to that, he was staring at the words: Rogue to touch.
Logan looked up at the Professor, "Are you sure?" he asked, forgetting all about the tough guy exterior. The Professor nodded and wheeled his way across from Logan. "Logan, it could be the very chance Rogue needs. But, we need someone who's willing to put themselves at risk…". "I'll do it." Logan said as-a-matter-of-factly. The Professor smiled, "Are you sure Logan?". "Hell yeah." he said and leaned back in the chair. The Professor's eyes brightened and he nodded. "Then it's time to tell Rogue.".
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Alex found her new home/plane. "Flight 117, here I come." she mumbled as she looked around wildly to see if anyone was around. She sighed as no one was there and hauled herself in the compartment before anyone else came to load the rest of the luggage, hiding herself in the bag.
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Logan walked down the hall, happiness etched clearly on his face. For all those who have come to cross Logan, they knew something wasn't right and all back away from him as he walked by. Logan didn't pay attention to their curious stares and loud whispers, he just wanted to get to Marie and tell her. He turned a few corners and ended up at his destination, Marie's own door. He was glad that she didn't share it with anyone any more, other wise, he would have to chase whoever was in there out.
He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door. He listened as he heard Marie close her book and say 'come in'. Logan smiled as he opened the door, ready to spread the news to her.
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--So, huh? Is it any good?
~Disclaimer! X-men, you know who, aren't mine. But Alex and her friends, along with a few others, are MINE!! So is the story plot, so bite the dust!