Chapter Two
Three Weeks Later....
"Your healing up quite nicely, Catherine." Dr. Peterson said as he removed the last of her bandages. As the doctor pulled away, Catherine let go of her curly, long, black hair and stared past him with her pale green eyes. Dr. Peterson glanced between her and Detective Crosby, who stood at the room's window. He paused a moment, as though he wanted to speak, but then thought otherwise and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Catherine stood up from her bed, thankful that the restraints had finally been removed. Crobsy continued to stare out the window, and for a moment Catherine thought he was ignoring her, untill he spoke. "We've identified the finger prints on the knife."
"Well?" Catherine asked.
"They were your brothers." Crobsy told her. "He must of used it in defense."
"What now?" Catherine asked softly, stepping closer to him.
"Ms. Schenck, my superior and I think it might be a good idea for you to... be questioned-"
"No!" Catherine interupted angrily. "You have questioned me over and over again! I passed your damn lie detector test! I told you what I know already! I woke up covered in blood, lying next to my brother's body! I was injured for Christ's sake!"
"Ms. Schenck." Crosby started, trying to calm her down. Catherine's eyes narrowed, cutting him off. He watched her as she started to pace around the room. Everyday he came to see her, hoping she would remember the events of October 13th. And everyday he was faced with the same thing. Her amnesia refused to lift, and after two lie detector tests they knew she was telling the utter truth. She couldn't remember.
"What am I suppose to do, Detective." Catherine said in a tiny voice. Crosby blinked. He was so used to her sophisitcated, controlled adittude, the sudden change startled him. At that moment he was reminded that she was only sixteen, and was without a family. She spoke again, a faint British accent revealing her childhood home. "I can't stay in the hospital forever."
"That's what I also came to talk to you about." Crosby replied. "We've been looking into some foster homes for you..."
"What?" Catherine asked, eyes wide. "I can't go to a foster home! First of all, I'm Catherine Schenck! Hello! The richest daughter in Montana! Secondly, I've been accused by more than half of America for killing my entire household! Who would want to take me in?"
"We are looking into that. I'll admit it's a difficult task to find someone willing." Crosby revealed. Catherine let out a small whine and fell back onto her bed.
"Just leave me be to die with the rest of my heritage." She muttered. Crosby let out a large sigh, but Catherine chose not to notice.
"Fine, I got to go anyway." Crosby told her. "I'll be back when I have some news on a family willing to take you."
Catherine said nothing. Crosby walked out, shutting the door behind him. After spending a few hours laying on the bed, Catherine realized it was dark out. Glancing at the clock, she inwardly groaned as she found it to be one past midnight. Curling up onto her side, she attempted to sleep.
"Sis! No! Please, don't!" A tall, burly looking boy yelled. Catherine blinked at him, then felt her mouth curl into an evil grin. The boy, Brandon Schenck, let out a scream of pain and fell to ground on his knees. Catherine watched intently as his deep brown eyes flickered open and droplets of deep crimson blood fell from his eyes. "Cath...rine..."
"Shut up and die." A voice replied. It was cruel and contorted, Catherine hardly believed it was hers. She felt a building up of pressure in her forehead as more blood poured from Brandon's eyes. She watched, in horror, as his body began to glow a steady red. His skin, as though being stabbed by a knife, split open, letting the crimson liquid flow to the ground. After a few second of wavering from side to side, Brandon's body slumped over. Catherine blinked and shuddered as the pressure in her head lifted. She stared at the red puddle moving closer to her, when suddenly everything turned black.
"Holy shit!" Catherine yelped, falling out of her bed. She lay on the ground for a moment, breathing hard. "What the fuck was that?"
"Oooooaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn!" A moan sounded from the hallway. [a/n: because i'm creepy like that! muwahahahha!!!! *cough* sorry...] Catherine slowly sat up, clutching her forehead all the while. She looked at her half-parted door for a moment, unsure of what to do. I just watched my brother die... By my own hands... It was just a dream, though... Just a dream. What is that noise?
Catherine stood, adjusting her sweats, before opening her door and peering into the brightly lit hall. The moan sounded again. Catherine stepped out into the hall and quickly shot a look at the nurse's station at the end of the hall. Yet again, the night nurse was fast alseep, Play-Girl laid open upon her chest. Rolling her eyes, Catherine took a step in the direction of the moan. She reached the second door on her right when the moan became distinctly loud. Gulping, Catherine peered into the door.
A young woman, around the age of thirty, laid on the bed, an IV in her arm. Catherine stepped inside the room, glancing around. She spotted the woman's chart on the wall and picked it up. Terminal. Catherine placed the chart back in it's slot before taking a step towards the bed. The woman let out a deathly moan and her head rolled onto it's side. Blue eyes slowly opened and looked at Catherine with a vacant expression. Catherine started to feel rather silly, standing there in an unknown women's room.
"Oooann... Li...Lizzy?" The woman croaked. Catherine jumped slightly. She was about to correct the woman, but the smile spreading across her face kept her from it. "Oh, Lizzy... I thought you would never come to see me. My darling daughter, I've missed you."
"Uummm..." Catherine faded off. She paused a moment, holding her breath, before stepping even closer to the patient.
"I'm sorry, Lizzy." The woman suddenly said. "I want you to know that I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I didn't mean to drive you away. I love you."
Catherine was speechless. What could she say? This woman was a terminal patient, and from the looks of it was about to kick the bucket. I can't let her die without telling her daughter that... I have to help her. Catherine barely noticed the woman's eyes widening in fear, or the sudden brightness of the room. Watch she noticed was a small ball of light glowing above the woman. The light warped and spread until it suddenly took the form of a small fairy. The fairy buzzed around in a circle for a moment, while a preassure filled Catherine's head. As Catherine backed away in shock, the fairy dove downward and into the woman. Her body suddenly filled with bright light, then faded. Catherine blinked and backed into the wall.
Before the woman could recover from whatever just happened, Catherine dived out of the room and ran to her own. Jumping into her bed, she curled herself up into a tiny ball and covered her face. What is wrong with me? Why can't this all end? I dont' want to be here anymore. It's not worth it. What the hell is wrong with me!?
In the Xavier Institute....
"Hmm, interesting." Professor Xavier said softly, taking off his helmet type thing that's attatched to Cerebro. [a/n: you get the picture people.] Turning in his wheelchair, the Professor looked over at Ororo Monroe and Logan. "What I suspected before has been confirmed."
"So, the girl is one of us?" Logan asked. "Isn't she the one who killed her family?"
"They proved that she didn't commit the crime." Ororo told him. Logan shrugged in reply. "Do you think it's safe to aproach her? With all that's happened?"
"We will see." The Professor replied.
End Notes weeee! okay, anyway... no one has reviewed, but that honestly doesn't matter to me becuase... well... I woudl be writing this regardless! MUWAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!
But still... be nice, reveiw.
