Bring Me to Life by Evanescence
She did not stop to notice if anyone was around but headed up to her room, her refuge; or the cage they held her in until they wanted her and lifted the latch.
She slammed the door closed, not caring who might hear her. She took two steps back, staring at the door as if it might rip her guts out.
She wanted to stay here bit she couldn't think of any clear reason why. Meanwhile, reasons to leave piled up as her conclusions about their freak leader came into focus.
She came to the bed to pull off the pillowcase which would make a decent bag. She had to get out of here. The mute did not want to stay in someone's debt, so she would leave, ditching the check on the way out.
A knock sounded on the door, timid, undecided.
Logan watched her bolt out of the room from beside the door where he was waiting. He was torn in what direction to go. Follow Requel and comfort her, not exactly his style, or he could go back into the room and demand to know what they did to her. Yeah, that was more like it.
"What the--." Obscenities came liberally from his mouth. His rage only faltered when he found Scott helping Professor Xavier back into his chair.
"Easy, Logan. I needed information," Professor Xavier stated, as if nothing went wrong.
"You read her mind?" Logan reluctantly let his curiosity slip. "What did you find?"
"Nothing." Logan's stomach was gripped. "I wasn't able to see anything before she ran out. Quite a defensive woman." Professor Xavier wheeled his chair calmly back behind the desk, swinging it back to face Logan. "We should go back to where you found her. We might find something."
Logan shook his head. "Not yet. She might hurt someone instead of just throwing things the next time she gets upset."
"Too late," Scott replied. "And why are you babying her anyway, protecting her or something?" He was answered with an expression that warned him not to go on. "She obviously can take care of herself. At least we know she's a mutant even if we don't know what her power is. Do you have any idea, Professor?"
The Professor took a minute, rethinking to what had happened. "It came too quickly. I was not expecting it." He seemed in another world, replaying the shock that had hit him. "I would believe that it is some telekinetic power but I have never seen it so powerful." He trailed off.
"Let me talk to her." Logan said it grudgingly, taking the both of them away from their thoughts.
Scott made a sarcastic sound. "Sure, let him tell her more secrets about is. That way she can weasel herself into the group as well. Logan, she can't replace Jean." A snarl issued forth from Logan's lips but Scott had already come back to the Professor.
Professor Xavier interrupted Scott to look carefully at Logan. "Logan, what have you been telling her?" Even Professor Xavier was growing cautious with the woman.
"Oh, come on, I didn't even tell her about her basement. Don't give me that look." Logan avoided the Professor's eyes by acting disgusted and then changing the subject. "So what are you going to do about what she heard? Go out and see who's watching the school?"
"You say it as if you're not involved." Logan made no reaction to Scott's comment. Personally, Logan wasn't feeling the X-men hero thing. He left it alone most of the time but it still showed. Still, Scott was always there, pushing him closer to his breaking point. "I think you should be the first to watch considering you're the one thinking these delusions are real."
"They're not delusions. She's a mutant, you said it yourself." Logan raised his voice defensively.
Scott shook his head. "She never asked for our help, I don't know why we should give it." Scott obviously wanted the girl out.
"She wouldn't have asked." No matter how Scott hated it, Logan was right.
Professor Xavier wanted to stop the argument before it got worse. "Why don't you calm the girl down, Logan? We want her to be able to come out of her room again." Logan glared at Scott bit pulled away before he could start again. Scott remained ever stoic as he left, the clench of his jaw the only thing showing his anger.
"She has to leave," Scott said once the door was shut behind Logan. "We can't trust anyone who comes in. I know that's what we used to do; take in kids without a second thought as to where they came from but she's not a kid. We have already been attacked." He emphasized the last sentence, showing its significance in how safe they had felt and the brutal truth. "We can't endanger the kids anymore. We must tighten the security around here. Last time the school was attacked, a couple of kids were kidnapped. We don't need insiders to help anyone trying to hurt us." Professor Xavier closed his eyes to Scott's reasons. The room seemed too quiet after the arguments that had ensued there. "We don't know who she's working for and, if she's not working for someone, she should be in an institution. Someone that ill is not safe around the children."
"But if she is able to detect an attack before it happens, she is useful to us." Xavier turned his chair to the window. He understood the danger he put the kids in and understood Scott's anger to the issue. After Jean left, Scott had become more protective and regrettably more volatile than his usual stoic self. But he had made a decision about the woman, and his open door policy wasn't about to change, yet, even if enemies infiltrate the school.
"Show her the basement." Before Scott could react in his surprise, the Professor's chair moved mechanically to fully face Scott. Show her the training room. If she has 'friends,' she can report to them that we are ready." The Professor's tone was lighter than the meaning all this could have.
She did not stop to notice if anyone was around but headed up to her room, her refuge; or the cage they held her in until they wanted her and lifted the latch.
She slammed the door closed, not caring who might hear her. She took two steps back, staring at the door as if it might rip her guts out.
She wanted to stay here bit she couldn't think of any clear reason why. Meanwhile, reasons to leave piled up as her conclusions about their freak leader came into focus.
She came to the bed to pull off the pillowcase which would make a decent bag. She had to get out of here. The mute did not want to stay in someone's debt, so she would leave, ditching the check on the way out.
A knock sounded on the door, timid, undecided.
Logan watched her bolt out of the room from beside the door where he was waiting. He was torn in what direction to go. Follow Requel and comfort her, not exactly his style, or he could go back into the room and demand to know what they did to her. Yeah, that was more like it.
"What the--." Obscenities came liberally from his mouth. His rage only faltered when he found Scott helping Professor Xavier back into his chair.
"Easy, Logan. I needed information," Professor Xavier stated, as if nothing went wrong.
"You read her mind?" Logan reluctantly let his curiosity slip. "What did you find?"
"Nothing." Logan's stomach was gripped. "I wasn't able to see anything before she ran out. Quite a defensive woman." Professor Xavier wheeled his chair calmly back behind the desk, swinging it back to face Logan. "We should go back to where you found her. We might find something."
Logan shook his head. "Not yet. She might hurt someone instead of just throwing things the next time she gets upset."
"Too late," Scott replied. "And why are you babying her anyway, protecting her or something?" He was answered with an expression that warned him not to go on. "She obviously can take care of herself. At least we know she's a mutant even if we don't know what her power is. Do you have any idea, Professor?"
The Professor took a minute, rethinking to what had happened. "It came too quickly. I was not expecting it." He seemed in another world, replaying the shock that had hit him. "I would believe that it is some telekinetic power but I have never seen it so powerful." He trailed off.
"Let me talk to her." Logan said it grudgingly, taking the both of them away from their thoughts.
Scott made a sarcastic sound. "Sure, let him tell her more secrets about is. That way she can weasel herself into the group as well. Logan, she can't replace Jean." A snarl issued forth from Logan's lips but Scott had already come back to the Professor.
Professor Xavier interrupted Scott to look carefully at Logan. "Logan, what have you been telling her?" Even Professor Xavier was growing cautious with the woman.
"Oh, come on, I didn't even tell her about her basement. Don't give me that look." Logan avoided the Professor's eyes by acting disgusted and then changing the subject. "So what are you going to do about what she heard? Go out and see who's watching the school?"
"You say it as if you're not involved." Logan made no reaction to Scott's comment. Personally, Logan wasn't feeling the X-men hero thing. He left it alone most of the time but it still showed. Still, Scott was always there, pushing him closer to his breaking point. "I think you should be the first to watch considering you're the one thinking these delusions are real."
"They're not delusions. She's a mutant, you said it yourself." Logan raised his voice defensively.
Scott shook his head. "She never asked for our help, I don't know why we should give it." Scott obviously wanted the girl out.
"She wouldn't have asked." No matter how Scott hated it, Logan was right.
Professor Xavier wanted to stop the argument before it got worse. "Why don't you calm the girl down, Logan? We want her to be able to come out of her room again." Logan glared at Scott bit pulled away before he could start again. Scott remained ever stoic as he left, the clench of his jaw the only thing showing his anger.
"She has to leave," Scott said once the door was shut behind Logan. "We can't trust anyone who comes in. I know that's what we used to do; take in kids without a second thought as to where they came from but she's not a kid. We have already been attacked." He emphasized the last sentence, showing its significance in how safe they had felt and the brutal truth. "We can't endanger the kids anymore. We must tighten the security around here. Last time the school was attacked, a couple of kids were kidnapped. We don't need insiders to help anyone trying to hurt us." Professor Xavier closed his eyes to Scott's reasons. The room seemed too quiet after the arguments that had ensued there. "We don't know who she's working for and, if she's not working for someone, she should be in an institution. Someone that ill is not safe around the children."
"But if she is able to detect an attack before it happens, she is useful to us." Xavier turned his chair to the window. He understood the danger he put the kids in and understood Scott's anger to the issue. After Jean left, Scott had become more protective and regrettably more volatile than his usual stoic self. But he had made a decision about the woman, and his open door policy wasn't about to change, yet, even if enemies infiltrate the school.
"Show her the basement." Before Scott could react in his surprise, the Professor's chair moved mechanically to fully face Scott. Show her the training room. If she has 'friends,' she can report to them that we are ready." The Professor's tone was lighter than the meaning all this could have.