"John!" Rogue raced down to hug her friend. "Why did you leave at
Alkali Lake?"
"Never mind that, where's the Professor?"
"He's up in his office. What's up?" Bobby shook his friend's hand.
"Um nothing, nothing at all." John looked nervously at the stairs that led to the telepaths office. Suddenly Brooke appeared at the top. "Who's that?" St. John pointed, nearly falling over at the soft curves of her body.
"We'll explain later, Jubes why don't you check up on Logan?"
"Alright I'll see you guys later." Jubilee waved and turned to head back towards the small office.
Brooke made her way down the mahogany steps towards the crowd of people gathered around John. Ignoring them the best she could she entered the kitchen, sniffing as she went to locate the refrigerator.
"Hungry?" Kitty sat in a nearby chair talking to Colossus. Brooke nodded her head slowly, feeling herself tense. "Alright then..." Kitty stood, a smile on her face as she noticed the poor looking girl. "Wow you must be hungry... hey! Your that girl they brought in last night aren't you? The one Logan found?" Kitty questioned Brooke once more.
"Y... yes..." Brooke managed to speak, now feeling slightly at ease.
"My name is Kitty and this is Colossus." Kitty stepped forward rummaging through the fridge.
"You are mutants also?" Her voice rose, now feeling more at ease.
"Yes, we all are mutants, that is why we are here... to learn. Professor Xavier is a great teacher and none of us mean any harm to anyone." Colossus now turned, hearing the little boy whom had bumped into Logan earlier that morning. "Some of us do not understand our gifts," He picked up the boy and smiled. "But we slowly learn." Brooke watched the boy laugh as Colossus told him jokes. Suddenly sniffing she turned to find Logan standing in the door way of the kitchen, arms crossed. Kitty turned shoving bowls at him.
"I have to study; she's hungry... so make her food." Kitty gathered her books waving to Brooke as she ran through the walls of the kitchen. Colossus also rose from his seat gathering books as well, leaving Logan and Brooke alone.
"How ya feelin'?" He went straight to the fridge and pulled out a soda handing it to Brooke.
"Okay... I guess." Looking away she accepted the cool drink reluctantly.
"You can't tell me you've never had a soda before!" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at how she reacted.
"For half my life I was fed through tubes that led into my stomach, I was kept in a glass case and was provided oxygen." Another cold stare made him feel sorry that no one shot her as she went through the misery.
"Well I'm gonna make you somethin' that's gonna make up for all that shit." Brooke shot Logan a look. "Uhh..."
"Nothing can make up for it." She was right; nothing could make up for the adamantium laced right into his bones. Nothing would take back the claws that shot out of his knuckles and nothing would make up for his loss of memory. Now he watched her, watched as she walked sliding her tiny feminine hand along the counters and over to a seat where she slid gracefully into it. He watched as the curves of her muscles rippled beneath her silky skin and as her ribs guided with her. Now his sixth sense kicked in. There was more to it than that.
She looked into his eyes, guiding his mind with hers, making him follow her in a deep trance, implanting memories into his head that were not his, seducing him slowly against his will. Now he resisted and unlocked their eye contact.
"I know what you're doing." He looked away from her as she watched with pride the effect she had upon him. A fiery red glowed in her eyes as energy shot from her body without moving the slightest muscle, a slice of it hit a nearby chair knocking it so hard onto the ground it left a dent in the wood. "What else do you have?" Now he was challenging her, he wanted her anger released, she needed to release it.
Still sitting in the same position she had been sitting in she entered his mind again, playing games with him. Now his claws shot out and unwillingly he walked in front of her placing them against his will against her throat. He cringed, he couldn't break the mental block this time and she made him press harder. A quick flick of his wrist sent crimson blood spewing onto his hand. She still locked eyes, never moving an inch as the hot blood poured from her now open wound from the injury he had just caused unintentionally. She made him do it, trapped his mind and made him slit her own throat. Smiling the large slice healed itself quickly and she released him from her trap.
Why was she smiling? This girl he barely knew a day sent the worst power he had felt against himself and she was smiling. Then he knew. Leaping backwards he retracted his claws just as she did. Full claws would be too hard for her to handle and maneuver, but the deadly claws from his wrists showed that she had no problem with her objective and he wanted her to do it.
Professor Xavier sat silently in his wheelchair, observing the several small children that were housed at the institute for their special gifts. Suddenly his smile faded and he concentrated. The girl next to him noticed his reaction and questioned it.
"Professor? Are you alright?" Rogue asked him uneasily. A sudden crash made her head jerk wildly.
"I was until now, Logan just cost us $450." A crowed of students entered the kitchen only to find no one occupying it.
"What the hell..." Scott looked out the broken window onto the lawn slightly below it. Logan pinned Brooke hard after sending her flying backwards into it. Brooke countered sending a kick to his stomach allowing him to land several feet away. Flipping off her back she somersaulted onto him, slashing at his throat.
"Is this the girl you were going to tell me about later?" St. John now appeared horrified at the girl's massive power.
"Yeah... she's kinda movin' in with us." Rogue watched as she fought off Logan. Turning to the Professor she seemed clearly upset. Logan had now plunged all six of his adamantium claws into her stomach. "Professor! Make them stop!"
"No Rogue, Logan knows what he's doing." He watched them intently.
"But... he'll kill her!"
"No, he won't kill her and she knows it. He's drawing her anger out and making her weak. He is unable to gain her trust when she has so much emotion inside, by drawing it out he shows her he's not afraid to help her and trusts her to do everything including trying to kill him." He focused harder. 'Brooke...' Suddenly the brunette turned, scythes fully exposed she looked around trying to locate the disabled telepath. 'Why are you doing this?' She jerked her head to the right, looking at each individual person. 'Trust him...' Xavier's voice whispered as she turned back to face Logan, his claws plunging into her chest. 'It's all right...' The telepath closed his eyes as Brooke fell to her knees, gasping for air and choking on her own blood. Logan withdrew his claws, retracting them back into his arm she collapsed onto his legs. 'Let him help you...' The whisper continued and was followed by her own telepathy.
'He is brave and unafraid.' Looking over her shoulder she connected eyes with the Professor, sending her telepathic messages clearly through her mind.
'Much like you, you must trust him. He has been looking for you all along, even if he does not know it. Two halves make a whole, you are one half and he is another.' He finished his conversation as Logan stared at the heap at his feet. Brooke's ragged breaths now seized and her chest cavity healed. Slowly she gave up her terror and eased at his feet, lying down slowly. Her snarls formed into gentle purrs. Wolverine noted her breathing. Long, deep breaths. Her eyes stared into the ground and her eyes relaxed. Professor Xavier closed his eyes once again, listening to the silent prayers coming from Kurt whom had been praying for the devil in the girl to be gone. Logan picked up the exhausted girl and carried her back into the mansion as if nothing had happened.
"Never mind that, where's the Professor?"
"He's up in his office. What's up?" Bobby shook his friend's hand.
"Um nothing, nothing at all." John looked nervously at the stairs that led to the telepaths office. Suddenly Brooke appeared at the top. "Who's that?" St. John pointed, nearly falling over at the soft curves of her body.
"We'll explain later, Jubes why don't you check up on Logan?"
"Alright I'll see you guys later." Jubilee waved and turned to head back towards the small office.
Brooke made her way down the mahogany steps towards the crowd of people gathered around John. Ignoring them the best she could she entered the kitchen, sniffing as she went to locate the refrigerator.
"Hungry?" Kitty sat in a nearby chair talking to Colossus. Brooke nodded her head slowly, feeling herself tense. "Alright then..." Kitty stood, a smile on her face as she noticed the poor looking girl. "Wow you must be hungry... hey! Your that girl they brought in last night aren't you? The one Logan found?" Kitty questioned Brooke once more.
"Y... yes..." Brooke managed to speak, now feeling slightly at ease.
"My name is Kitty and this is Colossus." Kitty stepped forward rummaging through the fridge.
"You are mutants also?" Her voice rose, now feeling more at ease.
"Yes, we all are mutants, that is why we are here... to learn. Professor Xavier is a great teacher and none of us mean any harm to anyone." Colossus now turned, hearing the little boy whom had bumped into Logan earlier that morning. "Some of us do not understand our gifts," He picked up the boy and smiled. "But we slowly learn." Brooke watched the boy laugh as Colossus told him jokes. Suddenly sniffing she turned to find Logan standing in the door way of the kitchen, arms crossed. Kitty turned shoving bowls at him.
"I have to study; she's hungry... so make her food." Kitty gathered her books waving to Brooke as she ran through the walls of the kitchen. Colossus also rose from his seat gathering books as well, leaving Logan and Brooke alone.
"How ya feelin'?" He went straight to the fridge and pulled out a soda handing it to Brooke.
"Okay... I guess." Looking away she accepted the cool drink reluctantly.
"You can't tell me you've never had a soda before!" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at how she reacted.
"For half my life I was fed through tubes that led into my stomach, I was kept in a glass case and was provided oxygen." Another cold stare made him feel sorry that no one shot her as she went through the misery.
"Well I'm gonna make you somethin' that's gonna make up for all that shit." Brooke shot Logan a look. "Uhh..."
"Nothing can make up for it." She was right; nothing could make up for the adamantium laced right into his bones. Nothing would take back the claws that shot out of his knuckles and nothing would make up for his loss of memory. Now he watched her, watched as she walked sliding her tiny feminine hand along the counters and over to a seat where she slid gracefully into it. He watched as the curves of her muscles rippled beneath her silky skin and as her ribs guided with her. Now his sixth sense kicked in. There was more to it than that.
She looked into his eyes, guiding his mind with hers, making him follow her in a deep trance, implanting memories into his head that were not his, seducing him slowly against his will. Now he resisted and unlocked their eye contact.
"I know what you're doing." He looked away from her as she watched with pride the effect she had upon him. A fiery red glowed in her eyes as energy shot from her body without moving the slightest muscle, a slice of it hit a nearby chair knocking it so hard onto the ground it left a dent in the wood. "What else do you have?" Now he was challenging her, he wanted her anger released, she needed to release it.
Still sitting in the same position she had been sitting in she entered his mind again, playing games with him. Now his claws shot out and unwillingly he walked in front of her placing them against his will against her throat. He cringed, he couldn't break the mental block this time and she made him press harder. A quick flick of his wrist sent crimson blood spewing onto his hand. She still locked eyes, never moving an inch as the hot blood poured from her now open wound from the injury he had just caused unintentionally. She made him do it, trapped his mind and made him slit her own throat. Smiling the large slice healed itself quickly and she released him from her trap.
Why was she smiling? This girl he barely knew a day sent the worst power he had felt against himself and she was smiling. Then he knew. Leaping backwards he retracted his claws just as she did. Full claws would be too hard for her to handle and maneuver, but the deadly claws from his wrists showed that she had no problem with her objective and he wanted her to do it.
Professor Xavier sat silently in his wheelchair, observing the several small children that were housed at the institute for their special gifts. Suddenly his smile faded and he concentrated. The girl next to him noticed his reaction and questioned it.
"Professor? Are you alright?" Rogue asked him uneasily. A sudden crash made her head jerk wildly.
"I was until now, Logan just cost us $450." A crowed of students entered the kitchen only to find no one occupying it.
"What the hell..." Scott looked out the broken window onto the lawn slightly below it. Logan pinned Brooke hard after sending her flying backwards into it. Brooke countered sending a kick to his stomach allowing him to land several feet away. Flipping off her back she somersaulted onto him, slashing at his throat.
"Is this the girl you were going to tell me about later?" St. John now appeared horrified at the girl's massive power.
"Yeah... she's kinda movin' in with us." Rogue watched as she fought off Logan. Turning to the Professor she seemed clearly upset. Logan had now plunged all six of his adamantium claws into her stomach. "Professor! Make them stop!"
"No Rogue, Logan knows what he's doing." He watched them intently.
"But... he'll kill her!"
"No, he won't kill her and she knows it. He's drawing her anger out and making her weak. He is unable to gain her trust when she has so much emotion inside, by drawing it out he shows her he's not afraid to help her and trusts her to do everything including trying to kill him." He focused harder. 'Brooke...' Suddenly the brunette turned, scythes fully exposed she looked around trying to locate the disabled telepath. 'Why are you doing this?' She jerked her head to the right, looking at each individual person. 'Trust him...' Xavier's voice whispered as she turned back to face Logan, his claws plunging into her chest. 'It's all right...' The telepath closed his eyes as Brooke fell to her knees, gasping for air and choking on her own blood. Logan withdrew his claws, retracting them back into his arm she collapsed onto his legs. 'Let him help you...' The whisper continued and was followed by her own telepathy.
'He is brave and unafraid.' Looking over her shoulder she connected eyes with the Professor, sending her telepathic messages clearly through her mind.
'Much like you, you must trust him. He has been looking for you all along, even if he does not know it. Two halves make a whole, you are one half and he is another.' He finished his conversation as Logan stared at the heap at his feet. Brooke's ragged breaths now seized and her chest cavity healed. Slowly she gave up her terror and eased at his feet, lying down slowly. Her snarls formed into gentle purrs. Wolverine noted her breathing. Long, deep breaths. Her eyes stared into the ground and her eyes relaxed. Professor Xavier closed his eyes once again, listening to the silent prayers coming from Kurt whom had been praying for the devil in the girl to be gone. Logan picked up the exhausted girl and carried her back into the mansion as if nothing had happened.