Haunted by Evanescence
A crash sounded from the room the refugee was left. It sounded like glass crashing against a wall.
"What the hell?"
"Storm." Scott ran down the hall with Logan behind him. They moved past Rogue and Bobby, pushing them out of the way, but the two soon followed. Scott knew that girl would be trouble and now Storm was alone with her, and in danger. Things had better be fixable or-
Ororo came dodging out after something else collided with the wall. "Someone's going to have to tranquilize her," she said, sarcastically calm.
While Scott assured her "We'll handle this," Logan pushed into the room. He grabbed the strange girl's wrist just as she turned around to throw an alarm clock to the other end of the room. She attempted to hit him with her free hand, but that wrist was steadied as well. As he tightened his grip against her last struggles, her fists relaxed enough to reveal the tremors creeping up her arm.
"Calm down," he hissed into her ear. Her head was bent down but he could still hear quick, short breaths coming from her. The anomaly was the odd silence that came from her. Not a cry or whimper or even snarl. She was disturbingly silent. She took one last deep breath, realizing the eyes on her. She clenched her fists in an effort to harden herself, and wretched from the grasp. Logan let her go as she backed up. She stopped after two steps and set her shoulders straight. She might have felt hollow but she would not let whoever these people were think she was a victim; she was stronger than that.
She saw the others at the door, staring at her like she was a freak. One last throw, that's all she needed, and then she would have control again. One last hurl to the head of the shaded eyes she was sure was staring at her with pity. Pity. That's all she needed, someone who would let her bring herself down, making her weak.
Before she could even pull back her arm, the man that had stifled her the first time, grabbed the clock out of her hand. He saw her fingers tensing around it and figured it would be better if she hadn't anything she could throw at her disposal.
Even having something ripped out of her hands, she would not take her glare away from the three at the doorway. A tall man was dressed like some sort of teacher and his shades would not let her see his eyes. They were black with red where the light reflected off them, making it seem like lava flowed beneath them. Nearest the doorway, a boy younger than herself. His worried, blue-eyed gaze made her feel cold inside, as if she was the one being cruel. Between them, a girl with red hair and a white highlight, the same age as the boy. She had a long-sleeved shirt on and gloves that she was now starting to take off.
"Get out, you're making her nervous." Logan's command brought the woman's bristling gaze back to him, muscle underneath a leather jacket that seemed oddly familiar. She still caught how the kids left with bowed head, as if guilty of impolite gawking, while the other went reluctantly, though she could not tell if his lingering stare was aimed at her or the man still in the room.
Logan tossed the clock on the bed as Ororo slipped in once again. She cautiously sat down on the bed and motioned for the refugee to do the same; she was determined to get control of the situation again.
She didn't budge from her corner of the world. She just folded her arms and folded into herself, leaning against a wall.
Noticing the now harmless shards of glass on the floor, Ororo rubbed her temple to stop the coming of a headache. She tried again, "Where were you going before..." The refugee's eyes glanced at the two of them just enough to see them watching her before dancing around the room again.
Oddly, she couldn't remember where she was going. She honestly concentrated on figuring it out but nothing came up. She couldn't remember anything. Not where she came from or who she knew or where she was going or even who she was; the thought chilled her. She could feel the pressure of tears around her eyes, threatening to show themselves to the two sitting there.
"You don't remember, do you?" Logan studied the woman carefully. Her eyes widened almost instantly and then slowly came up to watch him. Her shock could be seen through her eyes but his cool eyes gave nothing away to why he would now that. For a moment, the woman thought she caught a familiarity between them, something that made them the same, something that made both of them apart from the rest.
Ororo rolled her eyes at his comment. Some people created answers out of nothing just to make themselves feel better. She returned her attention back to the woman. "If you tell us where you were going, we could get you there. You can stay here as long as you like, but when you get better you'll probably want to go." Ororo waited for a reaction from the other woman, which came up fruitless. Ororo sighed and let sarcasm take control. "Or, you could walk to the nearest town. It should only be a couple of miles down the road."
The refugee's eyes faltered and shot back to Ororo, the comment processing through her head. She grabbed her shoes lying beside the bed and ran out of the room.
Ororo quickly stood up at the woman's quick movements and looked to Logan. "I wasn't serious."
A crash sounded from the room the refugee was left. It sounded like glass crashing against a wall.
"What the hell?"
"Storm." Scott ran down the hall with Logan behind him. They moved past Rogue and Bobby, pushing them out of the way, but the two soon followed. Scott knew that girl would be trouble and now Storm was alone with her, and in danger. Things had better be fixable or-
Ororo came dodging out after something else collided with the wall. "Someone's going to have to tranquilize her," she said, sarcastically calm.
While Scott assured her "We'll handle this," Logan pushed into the room. He grabbed the strange girl's wrist just as she turned around to throw an alarm clock to the other end of the room. She attempted to hit him with her free hand, but that wrist was steadied as well. As he tightened his grip against her last struggles, her fists relaxed enough to reveal the tremors creeping up her arm.
"Calm down," he hissed into her ear. Her head was bent down but he could still hear quick, short breaths coming from her. The anomaly was the odd silence that came from her. Not a cry or whimper or even snarl. She was disturbingly silent. She took one last deep breath, realizing the eyes on her. She clenched her fists in an effort to harden herself, and wretched from the grasp. Logan let her go as she backed up. She stopped after two steps and set her shoulders straight. She might have felt hollow but she would not let whoever these people were think she was a victim; she was stronger than that.
She saw the others at the door, staring at her like she was a freak. One last throw, that's all she needed, and then she would have control again. One last hurl to the head of the shaded eyes she was sure was staring at her with pity. Pity. That's all she needed, someone who would let her bring herself down, making her weak.
Before she could even pull back her arm, the man that had stifled her the first time, grabbed the clock out of her hand. He saw her fingers tensing around it and figured it would be better if she hadn't anything she could throw at her disposal.
Even having something ripped out of her hands, she would not take her glare away from the three at the doorway. A tall man was dressed like some sort of teacher and his shades would not let her see his eyes. They were black with red where the light reflected off them, making it seem like lava flowed beneath them. Nearest the doorway, a boy younger than herself. His worried, blue-eyed gaze made her feel cold inside, as if she was the one being cruel. Between them, a girl with red hair and a white highlight, the same age as the boy. She had a long-sleeved shirt on and gloves that she was now starting to take off.
"Get out, you're making her nervous." Logan's command brought the woman's bristling gaze back to him, muscle underneath a leather jacket that seemed oddly familiar. She still caught how the kids left with bowed head, as if guilty of impolite gawking, while the other went reluctantly, though she could not tell if his lingering stare was aimed at her or the man still in the room.
Logan tossed the clock on the bed as Ororo slipped in once again. She cautiously sat down on the bed and motioned for the refugee to do the same; she was determined to get control of the situation again.
She didn't budge from her corner of the world. She just folded her arms and folded into herself, leaning against a wall.
Noticing the now harmless shards of glass on the floor, Ororo rubbed her temple to stop the coming of a headache. She tried again, "Where were you going before..." The refugee's eyes glanced at the two of them just enough to see them watching her before dancing around the room again.
Oddly, she couldn't remember where she was going. She honestly concentrated on figuring it out but nothing came up. She couldn't remember anything. Not where she came from or who she knew or where she was going or even who she was; the thought chilled her. She could feel the pressure of tears around her eyes, threatening to show themselves to the two sitting there.
"You don't remember, do you?" Logan studied the woman carefully. Her eyes widened almost instantly and then slowly came up to watch him. Her shock could be seen through her eyes but his cool eyes gave nothing away to why he would now that. For a moment, the woman thought she caught a familiarity between them, something that made them the same, something that made both of them apart from the rest.
Ororo rolled her eyes at his comment. Some people created answers out of nothing just to make themselves feel better. She returned her attention back to the woman. "If you tell us where you were going, we could get you there. You can stay here as long as you like, but when you get better you'll probably want to go." Ororo waited for a reaction from the other woman, which came up fruitless. Ororo sighed and let sarcasm take control. "Or, you could walk to the nearest town. It should only be a couple of miles down the road."
The refugee's eyes faltered and shot back to Ororo, the comment processing through her head. She grabbed her shoes lying beside the bed and ran out of the room.
Ororo quickly stood up at the woman's quick movements and looked to Logan. "I wasn't serious."