Disclaimer: I dun uwn X-men.
A/N: This is the Sequel to 'I Will Not Hate Anymore'.
~Echo~
~*~Prologue~*~
Something missing
Left behind
Search in circles
Every time I try
I've been here before
I've seen you before
-These Walls by Trapt
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~Flashback~Instinctively I raise my arms to shield my head before I black out as we ram into the on coming semi-truck
Logan raised an eyebrow at me then turned to the Professor, "Who's the kid Chuck?"
"Your past… I can help you remember."
I grinned watching the scenery fly by, the headlights lit up the road scattering the shadows as we approached.
"Where I'm from there aren't any mutants like here-"
~End of Flashback~
My eyes snap open, lungs burning for breath I inhale deeply and glance around my bedroom.
It's been three years since I woke up from my coma state, three yeas since I woke up from that really weird dream and I'm still having dreams about it.
I breathe out through my nose slowly, "Dreams about a dream," I close my eyes curling up on my side, "Maybe I have lost it…"
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(Logan's POV)
It's been three years.
Three years since her sudden disappearance during the night leaving behind only a messy bed and a blue notebook. It seemed as though she vanished in thin air, even Cerebro couldn't find a trace of her.
The notebook now sits on my dresser collecting dust; I haven't been able to touch it since my mental breakdown. It was too much info at one time. Chuck's help made things worse when he opened a 'door' to false memories flooding my brain with dozens of new memories that never even happened.
"Logan?" It's Chuck, probably wondering why I'm standing outside her door.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see him tent his hands under his chin, "Nn?"
"What is troubling you my friend?"
Like he doesn't know, he's a telepath for cryin' out loud, "Nothing." I frown taking one last look at the door then walk away, leaving behind the old man most likely confused and tempted to read my mind. I know he won't though, not if he wants to keep his sanity.
The kitchen is void of any life, just the way I like it. A light bulb overhead flickers several times then goes out leaving part of the kitchen shrouded in partial darkness.
"Great," I mutter under my breath glancing up at the ceiling then grabbed a bottle of 7-up from the fridge, "'nother light bulb to replace."
The 7-up opened easily with a hiss and I took a swig before setting it down to go and examine the bulb. As I reached up for it, the stupid thing flickered back on brighter than ever.
"Son of a-" Then it exploded.
I cursed slamming my eyes shut and turned away from the still sparking socket, when I opened my eyes again I was no longer in the kitchen.
"What the-?" I glanced around this new place narrowing my eyes, "Kurt! If this is your idea for some kind of joke I'm gonna…" The words died in my throat as I realized that the scent of brimstone and smoke wasn't in the air.
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