It was strange. Logan found himself back on Liberty Island. Back in the
Statue of Liberty. He tried to move.
He couldn't.
He realized he was strapped against the metal wall again.
He was alone. Storm, Jean, and Scott were not there this time.
She was screaming. Rogue was in pain. He couldn't do anything no matter how hard he struggled. He was forced to listen to her die.
The scene changed. He was in Rogue's classroom. He stood there helpless watching Mystique stab Rogue through the stomach.
Now he was back in his bedroom, tossing and turning underneath the covers. He screamed as he sat up, claws out, Rogues blood on his shirt.
He woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. He panted as he stupidly checked his shirt.
It was clean.
Logan glanced at the clock.
5:30 AM.
Damn.
He had never felt this bad in his life. He's let her down so many times. He'd always arrived too late. But not this time.
He wont let her down this time.
He clumsily got out of bed with a new sense of determination. He quietly put on a pair of blue jeans he found on the floor. It took him awhile to button up his long sleeved, black shirt and tie up his boots. He threw on his old leather jacket, slipped on his gloves, and headed down the hall.
He wasn't stupid enough to take the jet on his own. He new a perfectly good bike that could get him to Toledo in about two and a half hours.
House arrest or not, he was going alone.
It was something he had to do.
*~*~*
Flying is an easy thing to master, especially when the threat of physical abuse loomed in the air.
"No!" Magneto yelled.
He waved his hands, jerking the gloves to the right. Rogue slammed against the wall with a loud 'thud'.
"Not until I tell you. Now, get up."
She didn't move.
"UP!!"
She slowly forced herself on to her feet only to fall back down.
"Mystique." Magneto ordered.
Mystique changed into Logan and grabbed Rogue by the arm.
"Now you have no excuse." Magneto said in a sickly polite voice, "Get up."
It took another torturing hour for Rogue to finally get everything right. She sat against to wall stunned. It felt like she had just been beaten repeatedly with a bag of bricks, but she had no marks to show for it. She was so tired. They hadn't let her sleep ever since she had killed Zachary. There was something they knew that she didn't and it was driving her to the verge of insanity.
"He's never going to come for you." Magneto whispered in her ear.
She hadn't realized that he was kneeling right beside her.
"You're wrong." She whimpered.
"I wish I was."
"You are."
"If I'm wrong than why did he leave you? He left after you both went through hell. He was the only one you could have confided to, and he left. He wasn't even going to say good bye."
Rogue had no answer to that. What he said was true, almost all of it anyway. Logan would never leave her here. He told her so. Logan would save her, she was sure of it. But....
Mystique ran into the room.
"Eric." She warned signaling something to Magneto with her hands.
He stood up.
"He's here isn't he?" Rogue asked.
Neither magneto nor Mystique spoke.
"I told you he would come."
"Don't get your hopes up you foolish girl." Magneto sneered, "He's just walked right into our trap, and you'll be the one to end his life."
"You'll never get me to kill him."
"Oh but you forget, my dear. I control your every move. Now, put on your lovely shoes. We have a wolf to hunt."
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a while. School ended yesterday and my brother graduated form high school meaning we had to clean our house, which is a very hard thing to do. I also lost my notebook that had the rest of this lovely fic in it.
Yes, my friends, this story is close to its end. Sad moment for us all. I am working on the sequel, though, and I am starting a new X-Men fic that continues after X2. Look for those in the near future.
Later days.
He couldn't.
He realized he was strapped against the metal wall again.
He was alone. Storm, Jean, and Scott were not there this time.
She was screaming. Rogue was in pain. He couldn't do anything no matter how hard he struggled. He was forced to listen to her die.
The scene changed. He was in Rogue's classroom. He stood there helpless watching Mystique stab Rogue through the stomach.
Now he was back in his bedroom, tossing and turning underneath the covers. He screamed as he sat up, claws out, Rogues blood on his shirt.
He woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. He panted as he stupidly checked his shirt.
It was clean.
Logan glanced at the clock.
5:30 AM.
Damn.
He had never felt this bad in his life. He's let her down so many times. He'd always arrived too late. But not this time.
He wont let her down this time.
He clumsily got out of bed with a new sense of determination. He quietly put on a pair of blue jeans he found on the floor. It took him awhile to button up his long sleeved, black shirt and tie up his boots. He threw on his old leather jacket, slipped on his gloves, and headed down the hall.
He wasn't stupid enough to take the jet on his own. He new a perfectly good bike that could get him to Toledo in about two and a half hours.
House arrest or not, he was going alone.
It was something he had to do.
*~*~*
Flying is an easy thing to master, especially when the threat of physical abuse loomed in the air.
"No!" Magneto yelled.
He waved his hands, jerking the gloves to the right. Rogue slammed against the wall with a loud 'thud'.
"Not until I tell you. Now, get up."
She didn't move.
"UP!!"
She slowly forced herself on to her feet only to fall back down.
"Mystique." Magneto ordered.
Mystique changed into Logan and grabbed Rogue by the arm.
"Now you have no excuse." Magneto said in a sickly polite voice, "Get up."
It took another torturing hour for Rogue to finally get everything right. She sat against to wall stunned. It felt like she had just been beaten repeatedly with a bag of bricks, but she had no marks to show for it. She was so tired. They hadn't let her sleep ever since she had killed Zachary. There was something they knew that she didn't and it was driving her to the verge of insanity.
"He's never going to come for you." Magneto whispered in her ear.
She hadn't realized that he was kneeling right beside her.
"You're wrong." She whimpered.
"I wish I was."
"You are."
"If I'm wrong than why did he leave you? He left after you both went through hell. He was the only one you could have confided to, and he left. He wasn't even going to say good bye."
Rogue had no answer to that. What he said was true, almost all of it anyway. Logan would never leave her here. He told her so. Logan would save her, she was sure of it. But....
Mystique ran into the room.
"Eric." She warned signaling something to Magneto with her hands.
He stood up.
"He's here isn't he?" Rogue asked.
Neither magneto nor Mystique spoke.
"I told you he would come."
"Don't get your hopes up you foolish girl." Magneto sneered, "He's just walked right into our trap, and you'll be the one to end his life."
"You'll never get me to kill him."
"Oh but you forget, my dear. I control your every move. Now, put on your lovely shoes. We have a wolf to hunt."
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a while. School ended yesterday and my brother graduated form high school meaning we had to clean our house, which is a very hard thing to do. I also lost my notebook that had the rest of this lovely fic in it.
Yes, my friends, this story is close to its end. Sad moment for us all. I am working on the sequel, though, and I am starting a new X-Men fic that continues after X2. Look for those in the near future.
Later days.