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He was running, running across a frozen lake when the ice suddenly cracked beneath his bare feet and gave way. The bitterness of the water stole the breath from his lungs and numbed his mind. Prying open his eyes he tried to swim to the surface finding it blocked with ice.
Lungs burning and fingers numb, he unsheathed his claws and sliced his way through the ice breaking through to the surface where he greedily lapped up the air.
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Logan sat up straight violently gasping for air, his lungs burned with every breath he took and his head pounded. His eyes flickered across the room in confusion and panic, he took another deep breath and tried to calm his breathing as he looked at the startle expressions on Hank and Professor Xavier's faces.
"What happened?" He asked feeling his body start to tremble and realized that he was only clad in a pair of black sweat pants.
"You passed out from a fever last night. We thought we had lost you too." Charles explained as he approached Logan's side.
Logan raised an eyebrow, "'Too'? What do you mean 'too'?"
Charles frowned, "I'm sorry Logan, but Rogue didn't make it."
Logan's eyes widened, "What?" He whispered in disbelief.
"I'm sorry," Charles repeated, "I'll leave you to rest now." He then retreated out of the room; Hank glanced at Logan sympathetically and followed the Professor.
Sighing, Logan laid back down realizing for the first time the little plastic suction cups stuck to his chest and forehead, angrily he ripped them off and threw them to the floor.
"What have I done?" He growled, running a hand over his eyes.
An icy voice came from the doorway, "You killed the only person who cared enough to risk her own life to save you." It hissed.
Logan pulled his hand away from his face glancing at the door, "Scott…" He narrowed his eyes and turned away.
"Why they're not turning you into the police is beyond me,"
Logan glared at the ceiling, "It was an accident." He growled feeling his headache worsen.
"Sure, everything's an accident with you. How about those twenty-some people you murdered in cold blood yesterday, was that an accident too?" Scott scowled then turned on his heel, "I hope you're happy in Hell." His voice echoed in the room for a few moments as it followed him down the hallway.
"Very happy." He growled sarcastically covering his eyes with his hand.
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Later That Day…
'Bayville is now safe once again. The man responsible for yesterday's murders has been captured.'
Jean shut off the T.V just as Scott walked in smiling, "You did it, didn't you?" She glared at him.
"Did what?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows his smile fading as he sat down next to Jean and wrapped his arm around her waist.
She stood up obviously pissed at him, "You turned Logan in."
"Well yeah. Jean he killed all those people, including Rogue! How could I not?" He stood up looking confused.
Jean let out a frustrated sigh and left the room leaving Scott feeling even more confused.
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Logan sat in the corner of the cell amused with the thought that he could escape at anytime but refused too. An officer approached the bars and glared at him, "We don't normally do this but…" He trailed off looking over his shoulder, "You have a visitor." He growled then motioned with his hand for the person to come.
Kitty walked over and the man left, she hesitantly looked up at Logan and frowned.
"Ah half-pint." Logan sighed climbing to his feet and walked over to the bars.
"I had to know," Her eyes shined with unshed tears, "Why'd you kill her?"
Logan shook his, "I didn't mean to, half-pint. Ya gotta believe me, I wouldn't hurt ya kids on purpose."
"I know," She wiped her eyes, "They're gonna like, kill you, you know that?" She fought back a sob, "Why'd you have to go and, like kill all those people, Mr. Logan?"
He bowed his head, "I don't know Kitty, I don't know."
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