A/N: Alrighty, Sprite, I'll explain the German. *puts on professor hat* The
literal translation is "You can my donkey lick", which doesn't sound too
much like an insult. But in conversational German, it roughly means 'you
can kiss my arse.' But it's also a double insult, because it uses the
informal 'du' and 'mich.' In other words, not only was she telling him to
kiss her arse, but she was implying that he was of lower social status or
intelligence than herself... The second one probably doesn't mean much
outside of Germany though.
*takes off hat*
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"Wow, the mall looks great!"
"Yeah, they rebuilt it really quickly."
The mall did look good after what it had been subjected to. Emma hadn't seen the damage herself, but she'd seen the pictures in the papers. She dispersed the girls with plans to meet back in two hours. Unlike them, Emma had only been to the mall once, and didn't quite know where to begin.
Luckily - or perhaps unluckily - Jean and Kitty saw her moment of confusion and each grabbed one of her arms.
"Come on, we'll like, show you around."
Shoes, clothes, make up, accessories. Millions and millions of outfits, hundreds of stores and a lot of money later, Emma was returned to the agreed on meeting place, weighed down with bags. Jean and Kitty were similarly weighed down, but with happy, sated looks on their faces.
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As the now-docile females entered the mansion, they witnessed a scene of destruction. Long cuts were gouged into the stairs, the banister was similarly sliced. As they stared, a section if railing that had been hanging by a thread crashed to the floor. Emma put down the bags.
"Adam?" There was no answer. "Logan?" Still none. "Storm? Charles?"
"This is weird." Jean approached the steps to get a closer look at the gouges. She touched them with a finger. "It looks like Logan did this."
Emma felt a pang of fear. She'd experienced one of Logan's bezerker rages. She knew he didn't like Adam. And Adam was not here.
"Kitty, Jean, I think we should go up. The rest of you stay here."
They scaled the steps carefully each of their senses on high alert. As they turned down the male wing of the house, there were more gouges along the wall, slicing downwards. Emma spied something on the ground. She crouched down and touched the dark patch, confirming her fear.
"Ew, oh my god, is that blood?" Kitty exclaimed. Emma wiped her hand clean on her jeans and noticed something else in the wetness. With difficulty, she plucked one out.
"It's hair. Like Adam's." Her fear became steel bands that gripped her heart. She could feel every thud.
A growl and crash from further down the hall startled the three of them. Emma stopped Jean and Kitty. "Find Charles and tell him what's happened."
"But-"
"Don't worry, he won't hurt me." //I hope...// "Go."
As they phased down through the floor - knowing that the only place the professor could be and not hear the noise from upstairs was the lower levels - Emma took tentative steps along the corridor. There was another growl and a louder crash. The door shuddered in its frame.
"Logan?" There was no reply. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her nerves and gently opened the door. The room - thankfully one of the spare ones - was torn to pieces. The unmade bed was slashed open, springs and stuffing poking out. The chest of drawers was little better than kindling and the carpet was spotted with blood.
As she watched, Logan launched himself again at a - to Emma's surprise - partially human Adam.
*takes off hat*
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"Wow, the mall looks great!"
"Yeah, they rebuilt it really quickly."
The mall did look good after what it had been subjected to. Emma hadn't seen the damage herself, but she'd seen the pictures in the papers. She dispersed the girls with plans to meet back in two hours. Unlike them, Emma had only been to the mall once, and didn't quite know where to begin.
Luckily - or perhaps unluckily - Jean and Kitty saw her moment of confusion and each grabbed one of her arms.
"Come on, we'll like, show you around."
Shoes, clothes, make up, accessories. Millions and millions of outfits, hundreds of stores and a lot of money later, Emma was returned to the agreed on meeting place, weighed down with bags. Jean and Kitty were similarly weighed down, but with happy, sated looks on their faces.
***********
As the now-docile females entered the mansion, they witnessed a scene of destruction. Long cuts were gouged into the stairs, the banister was similarly sliced. As they stared, a section if railing that had been hanging by a thread crashed to the floor. Emma put down the bags.
"Adam?" There was no answer. "Logan?" Still none. "Storm? Charles?"
"This is weird." Jean approached the steps to get a closer look at the gouges. She touched them with a finger. "It looks like Logan did this."
Emma felt a pang of fear. She'd experienced one of Logan's bezerker rages. She knew he didn't like Adam. And Adam was not here.
"Kitty, Jean, I think we should go up. The rest of you stay here."
They scaled the steps carefully each of their senses on high alert. As they turned down the male wing of the house, there were more gouges along the wall, slicing downwards. Emma spied something on the ground. She crouched down and touched the dark patch, confirming her fear.
"Ew, oh my god, is that blood?" Kitty exclaimed. Emma wiped her hand clean on her jeans and noticed something else in the wetness. With difficulty, she plucked one out.
"It's hair. Like Adam's." Her fear became steel bands that gripped her heart. She could feel every thud.
A growl and crash from further down the hall startled the three of them. Emma stopped Jean and Kitty. "Find Charles and tell him what's happened."
"But-"
"Don't worry, he won't hurt me." //I hope...// "Go."
As they phased down through the floor - knowing that the only place the professor could be and not hear the noise from upstairs was the lower levels - Emma took tentative steps along the corridor. There was another growl and a louder crash. The door shuddered in its frame.
"Logan?" There was no reply. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her nerves and gently opened the door. The room - thankfully one of the spare ones - was torn to pieces. The unmade bed was slashed open, springs and stuffing poking out. The chest of drawers was little better than kindling and the carpet was spotted with blood.
As she watched, Logan launched himself again at a - to Emma's surprise - partially human Adam.