Okay, I really am getting bored of always asking you people to review.
Can't you just do it? Just to let me know what you think, or what you would
like to happen? And suggestions are accepted. You can even critic if you
want to. Just review.
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Logan found his little protégé in the school library, passing his fingers on the side of bookshelves. Logan knew he would have never entered that room if other students had been in it. He was too scared of hurting them by accident. He entered the room, and the boy stopped walking through his aisle, his fingers still on the books. After a few seconds, he knew it was just Logan and he continued walking.
Logan reached him and looked at the boy go, his face directed forward, one of his gloved hands behind his back and the other passing on the books.
"I like it here," Logan heard a faint voice whisper.
The Wolverine smiled.
"You're learning to control it," he said, his hands in his pockets as he walked beside the covered boy.
The lower part of the tissue covering his face was down, and Logan could see a smile forming on his lips.
"Not much," Logan heard again, in the same low tone.
"Do you want to stay?"
Logan heard no immediate reply as the boy stopped, passing his hand on the side of one of the books. Logan looked at it, and read the title, which was 'Plato's works'.
"Did you know . . ." the frail voice started. "Plato was Socrates' disciple. You know what that man said?"
Logan waited for him to answer his own question.
"He said 'Know yourself'."
Nightmare continued down the aisle.
"I don't," he said finally. "I don't know myself, I can't know anyone else."
"Well then you have to start knowing yourself, kid," Logan said nicely. "You can start here. These are nice people. They'll help you."
Nightmare didn't respond, and Logan knew that he wasn't planning on answering. He had talked enough.
"The lady you heard at the tree outside," Logan continued. "She's waiting for you in the med lab. She'll give you a medical exam to try and help you."
The boy stopped again, and faced Logan, even though he couldn't see him.
"H. help me?" he whispered uncertainly, as if it was the last thing he expected.
"Yes. Now go down there and do what she tells you to do," Logan said, smiling interiorly at the fact that he had finally put a little hope in his clouded mind.
"And be careful when you talk to her!" he shouted to nightmare, who was now walking back to the door. "She's not used to your power like I am!"
The boy turned to him, smiled, and replaced the cover in front of his face as he walked out of the room, towards the elevator.
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Nightmare can talk to Logan because he's used to his power . . . and he has a healing ability. That's why they can talk.
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Logan found his little protégé in the school library, passing his fingers on the side of bookshelves. Logan knew he would have never entered that room if other students had been in it. He was too scared of hurting them by accident. He entered the room, and the boy stopped walking through his aisle, his fingers still on the books. After a few seconds, he knew it was just Logan and he continued walking.
Logan reached him and looked at the boy go, his face directed forward, one of his gloved hands behind his back and the other passing on the books.
"I like it here," Logan heard a faint voice whisper.
The Wolverine smiled.
"You're learning to control it," he said, his hands in his pockets as he walked beside the covered boy.
The lower part of the tissue covering his face was down, and Logan could see a smile forming on his lips.
"Not much," Logan heard again, in the same low tone.
"Do you want to stay?"
Logan heard no immediate reply as the boy stopped, passing his hand on the side of one of the books. Logan looked at it, and read the title, which was 'Plato's works'.
"Did you know . . ." the frail voice started. "Plato was Socrates' disciple. You know what that man said?"
Logan waited for him to answer his own question.
"He said 'Know yourself'."
Nightmare continued down the aisle.
"I don't," he said finally. "I don't know myself, I can't know anyone else."
"Well then you have to start knowing yourself, kid," Logan said nicely. "You can start here. These are nice people. They'll help you."
Nightmare didn't respond, and Logan knew that he wasn't planning on answering. He had talked enough.
"The lady you heard at the tree outside," Logan continued. "She's waiting for you in the med lab. She'll give you a medical exam to try and help you."
The boy stopped again, and faced Logan, even though he couldn't see him.
"H. help me?" he whispered uncertainly, as if it was the last thing he expected.
"Yes. Now go down there and do what she tells you to do," Logan said, smiling interiorly at the fact that he had finally put a little hope in his clouded mind.
"And be careful when you talk to her!" he shouted to nightmare, who was now walking back to the door. "She's not used to your power like I am!"
The boy turned to him, smiled, and replaced the cover in front of his face as he walked out of the room, towards the elevator.
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Nightmare can talk to Logan because he's used to his power . . . and he has a healing ability. That's why they can talk.
