Chapter 2
It had been three weeks since he left once again. This time was another soul-searching trip. It took him back to Canada, but finding anything was the problem. What evidence there was, was in the flooded lake laboratory. So, he was quite screwed either way. He left, knowing Xavier would be unhappy along with Rouge, but he needed time. Time to heal after Jean. Finding a little peace was about all he found in the remote place. When he returned, he found things around the school got a little more interesting. Opening the door, he heard the familiar scream of kids playing in the courtyard. As he walked into the kitchen, a woman stood with her back to his.
At first he had no idea who she was. Her height was about six inches under his six feet. Her hair hung down her back in a mass of rich chocolate color. Her hands were grasped behind her back. Her back was bare, which lead down to a long skirt. It must be a halter dress. The light blue color caused her skin to look too pale. What caught his attention was what was right between her shoulder blades. Marks that appeared to be whip marks. But on her right shoulder was the Celtic symbol of trinity. He chuckled to himself which caused her to whip her head around. He came face to face with the woman who Cyclops and Storm rescued three weeks prior.
"Logan?"
"How did you know my name?" He asked with a flare of anger flew through him. "What is yours?
"Emma. Charles informed me who the person was who stomped around." A small smile played upon her lips.
"Did he?"
"Plus no one else would dream of interrupting me. I hear you have bad habits."
"And I bet Cyclops told you that?" A low growl came up from his throat.
"No, I guessed and you just confirmed." She moved away from the window, her hand was out and hit the chair nearest to her. "Come and sit down. I don't bite, hard."
"All right." He dropped his bag on the floor and went to the fridge. Right as he opened it she spoke.
"In the upper cabinet, left of the fridge."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Beer, that is what you're looking for isn't it?"
He paused a few moments before moving to check where she said. Right she was. Pulling a beer from the cupboard, he moved and sat backwards on a chair. "How'd you know that?"
"Remember when I said when they blinded me that my other gifts heightened? Well that is one of them. I try to avoid interfering, unless I think it'll help. You're too tense, that's why I did it."
"Thanks, I think." He took a drink of beer and watched her. Her eyes were still hollow, but there seemed to be life behind them. Deep inside, but some life inside. Her hands tapped gently as she listened to his breathing. "Why did they want you?"
"I'm a third generation mutant. My grandfather is the most powerful telepathy born. He passed his power to his son. My mother was a mutant who could control weather. I inherited some telepathy. I was traveling around when I was caught. I was shipped around the country as the laws for mutants kept passing. It was after a year when they caught my parents. It took them three weeks to kill my father. My mother was gone within three days. They used what information my parents' deaths brought, and they extended it onto me. I became a human guinea pig.
"Being a lab rat is not something I care to repeat. When I was told of my parents' death, I began uncooperative. Because of my behavior, I was moved into a room with chains. I was chained for days at a time when they pumped me full of drugs and serums. When I fought back, I was whipped. To try to control me, they implanted a pain magnifier along my spine. That caused me to pass out more than once during a beating."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I was originally held at Alkali Lake Research Base."
His fingers went slack and the beer bottle dropped out of his hands and shattered at his feet. Suddenly, he stood up and stalked out of the room, leaving her sitting there at the kitchen table.
It had been three weeks since he left once again. This time was another soul-searching trip. It took him back to Canada, but finding anything was the problem. What evidence there was, was in the flooded lake laboratory. So, he was quite screwed either way. He left, knowing Xavier would be unhappy along with Rouge, but he needed time. Time to heal after Jean. Finding a little peace was about all he found in the remote place. When he returned, he found things around the school got a little more interesting. Opening the door, he heard the familiar scream of kids playing in the courtyard. As he walked into the kitchen, a woman stood with her back to his.
At first he had no idea who she was. Her height was about six inches under his six feet. Her hair hung down her back in a mass of rich chocolate color. Her hands were grasped behind her back. Her back was bare, which lead down to a long skirt. It must be a halter dress. The light blue color caused her skin to look too pale. What caught his attention was what was right between her shoulder blades. Marks that appeared to be whip marks. But on her right shoulder was the Celtic symbol of trinity. He chuckled to himself which caused her to whip her head around. He came face to face with the woman who Cyclops and Storm rescued three weeks prior.
"Logan?"
"How did you know my name?" He asked with a flare of anger flew through him. "What is yours?
"Emma. Charles informed me who the person was who stomped around." A small smile played upon her lips.
"Did he?"
"Plus no one else would dream of interrupting me. I hear you have bad habits."
"And I bet Cyclops told you that?" A low growl came up from his throat.
"No, I guessed and you just confirmed." She moved away from the window, her hand was out and hit the chair nearest to her. "Come and sit down. I don't bite, hard."
"All right." He dropped his bag on the floor and went to the fridge. Right as he opened it she spoke.
"In the upper cabinet, left of the fridge."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Beer, that is what you're looking for isn't it?"
He paused a few moments before moving to check where she said. Right she was. Pulling a beer from the cupboard, he moved and sat backwards on a chair. "How'd you know that?"
"Remember when I said when they blinded me that my other gifts heightened? Well that is one of them. I try to avoid interfering, unless I think it'll help. You're too tense, that's why I did it."
"Thanks, I think." He took a drink of beer and watched her. Her eyes were still hollow, but there seemed to be life behind them. Deep inside, but some life inside. Her hands tapped gently as she listened to his breathing. "Why did they want you?"
"I'm a third generation mutant. My grandfather is the most powerful telepathy born. He passed his power to his son. My mother was a mutant who could control weather. I inherited some telepathy. I was traveling around when I was caught. I was shipped around the country as the laws for mutants kept passing. It was after a year when they caught my parents. It took them three weeks to kill my father. My mother was gone within three days. They used what information my parents' deaths brought, and they extended it onto me. I became a human guinea pig.
"Being a lab rat is not something I care to repeat. When I was told of my parents' death, I began uncooperative. Because of my behavior, I was moved into a room with chains. I was chained for days at a time when they pumped me full of drugs and serums. When I fought back, I was whipped. To try to control me, they implanted a pain magnifier along my spine. That caused me to pass out more than once during a beating."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I was originally held at Alkali Lake Research Base."
His fingers went slack and the beer bottle dropped out of his hands and shattered at his feet. Suddenly, he stood up and stalked out of the room, leaving her sitting there at the kitchen table.