Bring Me to Life by Evanescence
Logan knocked on her door out of custom rather than looking for permission. He thought the music rattling out of the room seemed odd considering she never had listened to music before. He opened the door to find Requel lying on her stomach on the bed with Syren sitting on the floor with her back leaning on the side of the bed. It looked like a typical night in for teenagers but details showed the falseness. The age difference between Syren and Requel was accented by where they sat and neither on spoke. Requel looked up abruptly, pinning Logan with the piercing stare of a snake.
She tapped Syren on the shoulder and nudged her head in the direction of the door. Syren folded up the magazine the mute was reading over her shoulder and took the boom box form the wall, the sound ceasing when its plug was pulled out. The silence became deafening when Syren left with just one sentence. "I'll talk to you later." The irony of it was lost to Logan who was trying to recover his thoughts.
As Logan eyes trailed suspiciously after Syren, Requel sat up, putting her back to the headboard and crossing her arms. Logan shook his head. His anger was still high when he began to talk to her. "What the hell was that? Bolting out of the room like some escaped prisoner. No wonder they're all suspicious of you; you act like you hiding from the police. You could have at least written down something. I can only defend you so far before they think I'm a traitor, or worse, that I'm getting soft." He stopped. He was not used to someone not interrupting him and he had gone further than he would have otherwise. She sat with her arms crossed looking across the room, not wanting to make eye contact. He had always been impressed at how well she listened to people, but now it was eerie. She stayed silent as he berated her and not because she was passive, he had plenty of proof showing otherwise, but because she had no other choice. She blinked her eyes. Logan could see something inside her was threatening to burst to the surface and he would hate to see it as much as she would hate to show it.
Logan sighed and sat on the edge of the bed; the woman got up. She moved around the room, going through the closet and the new clothes they gave her. "Requel." The name seemed foreign on his tongue. "Listen, you can tell the others whatever you want but you have to come clean with me." She made no move. Logan's tension rose. "I told you a lot about these people. I even told you about Jean and this is how you repay me?" At this, the woman gave him a skeptical stare. She knew the story he gave her wasn't in its entirety. 'How can they think he's a traitor,' she thought, 'when he's still hiding a huge chunk of himself from me?'
"You can't tell me there's nothing inside your head." The mute's speculative glance turned to pain. 'Why do you think it was so easy to remember everything you said?' Their eyes locked and Logan seemed to be able to hear all her thoughts, seemed to come to an understanding. Finally, he spoke. "You don't remember a thing, do you?" It was then that all Requel could see were his eyes. They seemed to see right through her. That moment of eye contact was not deliberate on Requel's part and she shakily looked elsewhere.
Now the silence was uncomfortable. She grabbed the notebook on the table (Syren had obviously donated one of her blank ones to her) and sat back down next to Logan. Logan. It had taken a long stare to get him to give her that name. He had given her the name Wolverine first. She noticed the defensive way he gave his alias to her.
He had told her much and she owed him something. As she wrote, Logan looked on.
I remember being on the bus and the others on the bus. There was a woman with a baby, and an old man, he looked prominent. A man, probably a dad to someone, in a business suit, going home from work. It was night and dark. I was looking at the road. There were headlights, they were going to pass us but then I thought they were headed straight to the bus. I thought we were going to crash. I screamed.
He looked at her, a million questions forming. If she could scream, why is she silent now? Did she lose her voice? But she didn't even try to speak. Was Scott right? Was she crazy? Did it traumatize her that much?
It's my fault.
The answer to the last question seemed to be a yes as she bent her head to hide her face.
A knock interrupted the vacuum in the room. She ripped the page out of the notebook, crumpling it in her hand as she got up. A knock sounded again, this time followed by someone opening the door. Requel kicked it closed as she passed, slamming it in Scott's face.
"I can't stand this woman," could be heard behind the door. Logan smirked, loving the way the woman handled herself and especially how she handled Scott. She kept her back to the door but heard it open, more tentatively this time. She knew it was Rogue; she was always being careful around her. Not scared but not arrogant either.
"The Professor wants us to give her a tour of the place." Requel rolled her eyes but the silence from Logan made her look to him. He got up and motioned her to follow. Logan was obviously soft with Rogue but the woman wouldn't point it out now. Logan seemed tense and the disbelief in her face didn't help.
Logan got in her face when the woman didn't move. "You can't just sit her doing nothing. That's how people go crazy. You have to do something and I know you love to fight." At this, he lowered his voice so Rogue could not hear. "You just have to figure out what to fight for."
She turned around and made a weak reach for him, as if she would fight for 'us' but not wanting to do anything too noticeable. He just shook his head. She closed her eyes to hide the pain.
Logan left the room as if nothing was said. But as her eyes followed him and her mouth lay open on her face, she knew his words would force her to think. As she left the room, she threw the confession in the garbage.
Logan knocked on her door out of custom rather than looking for permission. He thought the music rattling out of the room seemed odd considering she never had listened to music before. He opened the door to find Requel lying on her stomach on the bed with Syren sitting on the floor with her back leaning on the side of the bed. It looked like a typical night in for teenagers but details showed the falseness. The age difference between Syren and Requel was accented by where they sat and neither on spoke. Requel looked up abruptly, pinning Logan with the piercing stare of a snake.
She tapped Syren on the shoulder and nudged her head in the direction of the door. Syren folded up the magazine the mute was reading over her shoulder and took the boom box form the wall, the sound ceasing when its plug was pulled out. The silence became deafening when Syren left with just one sentence. "I'll talk to you later." The irony of it was lost to Logan who was trying to recover his thoughts.
As Logan eyes trailed suspiciously after Syren, Requel sat up, putting her back to the headboard and crossing her arms. Logan shook his head. His anger was still high when he began to talk to her. "What the hell was that? Bolting out of the room like some escaped prisoner. No wonder they're all suspicious of you; you act like you hiding from the police. You could have at least written down something. I can only defend you so far before they think I'm a traitor, or worse, that I'm getting soft." He stopped. He was not used to someone not interrupting him and he had gone further than he would have otherwise. She sat with her arms crossed looking across the room, not wanting to make eye contact. He had always been impressed at how well she listened to people, but now it was eerie. She stayed silent as he berated her and not because she was passive, he had plenty of proof showing otherwise, but because she had no other choice. She blinked her eyes. Logan could see something inside her was threatening to burst to the surface and he would hate to see it as much as she would hate to show it.
Logan sighed and sat on the edge of the bed; the woman got up. She moved around the room, going through the closet and the new clothes they gave her. "Requel." The name seemed foreign on his tongue. "Listen, you can tell the others whatever you want but you have to come clean with me." She made no move. Logan's tension rose. "I told you a lot about these people. I even told you about Jean and this is how you repay me?" At this, the woman gave him a skeptical stare. She knew the story he gave her wasn't in its entirety. 'How can they think he's a traitor,' she thought, 'when he's still hiding a huge chunk of himself from me?'
"You can't tell me there's nothing inside your head." The mute's speculative glance turned to pain. 'Why do you think it was so easy to remember everything you said?' Their eyes locked and Logan seemed to be able to hear all her thoughts, seemed to come to an understanding. Finally, he spoke. "You don't remember a thing, do you?" It was then that all Requel could see were his eyes. They seemed to see right through her. That moment of eye contact was not deliberate on Requel's part and she shakily looked elsewhere.
Now the silence was uncomfortable. She grabbed the notebook on the table (Syren had obviously donated one of her blank ones to her) and sat back down next to Logan. Logan. It had taken a long stare to get him to give her that name. He had given her the name Wolverine first. She noticed the defensive way he gave his alias to her.
He had told her much and she owed him something. As she wrote, Logan looked on.
I remember being on the bus and the others on the bus. There was a woman with a baby, and an old man, he looked prominent. A man, probably a dad to someone, in a business suit, going home from work. It was night and dark. I was looking at the road. There were headlights, they were going to pass us but then I thought they were headed straight to the bus. I thought we were going to crash. I screamed.
He looked at her, a million questions forming. If she could scream, why is she silent now? Did she lose her voice? But she didn't even try to speak. Was Scott right? Was she crazy? Did it traumatize her that much?
It's my fault.
The answer to the last question seemed to be a yes as she bent her head to hide her face.
A knock interrupted the vacuum in the room. She ripped the page out of the notebook, crumpling it in her hand as she got up. A knock sounded again, this time followed by someone opening the door. Requel kicked it closed as she passed, slamming it in Scott's face.
"I can't stand this woman," could be heard behind the door. Logan smirked, loving the way the woman handled herself and especially how she handled Scott. She kept her back to the door but heard it open, more tentatively this time. She knew it was Rogue; she was always being careful around her. Not scared but not arrogant either.
"The Professor wants us to give her a tour of the place." Requel rolled her eyes but the silence from Logan made her look to him. He got up and motioned her to follow. Logan was obviously soft with Rogue but the woman wouldn't point it out now. Logan seemed tense and the disbelief in her face didn't help.
Logan got in her face when the woman didn't move. "You can't just sit her doing nothing. That's how people go crazy. You have to do something and I know you love to fight." At this, he lowered his voice so Rogue could not hear. "You just have to figure out what to fight for."
She turned around and made a weak reach for him, as if she would fight for 'us' but not wanting to do anything too noticeable. He just shook his head. She closed her eyes to hide the pain.
Logan left the room as if nothing was said. But as her eyes followed him and her mouth lay open on her face, she knew his words would force her to think. As she left the room, she threw the confession in the garbage.