Chapter Two
Logan looked at everyone. They looked so torn apart. It bothered him that they were looking at him like that. That all these people saw him in one of his worst times. Then he looked at Rogue. Tears covered her beautiful eyes. She looked so hurt. She seemed to be in more pain just looking at him, than he was standing there.
He then felt something he hadn't felt in a really, really long time. What was it? Sympathy, pity, shame? He wasn't sure. But her eyes were so deep like a long dark empty well. He wished that he could stare into them forever but he couldn't. The way she leaned on Jubilee's shoulder, the way her mouth opened and nothing came out, the way one tear graceful danced down her cheek and the way every one around her wanted to stop her pain. It all made him wish that he wasn't himself, that he wasn't the cause of all her pain and sadness. He wished that he could go over there and hold her in his arms, but he couldn't he was bound to where he stood and for two reasons. Two reasons that he hated and wished against. One, his legs just wouldn't move him. Two, was the same reason everyone else couldn't. He was afraid.
Rogue's eyes fluttered around the room trying to find one person that could take away all the pain, the hurt. But alas there was none. No person there had that reassuring and loving look, feel that she wanted and needed so badly. She then looked at Logan who had turned away moments before. As she watched him, he seemed to be acting brave and strong when deep inside he was hurting and was afraid. She wished that she could comfort this man in front of her. She wished that she could just save him from all the pain and that she could make him happy again. She wished that everything could be ok and that she wasn't this mutant with these fatal powers that she so unhappily possessed. She wished but knew it was only that.
Logan looked over at his young friend. She seemed to be drowning in her problems and everyone else's. This girl before him, the one he had met in the back of his truck was in so much pain. Rogue's body began to fall to the ground.
"Ro" Logan cried but got cut off by a fierce hand that seemed to be holding his neck and squeezing. But nothing was to be seen.
Rogue looked at him; she saw the pain and fear that had suddenly been inflicted upon his beaten up face. "Logan." She whispered silently as an individual tear slipped down her left cheek.
She switched her glance from the ground to him. She couldn't bear being there with him. So she ran. She ran out of the kitchen. Logan quickly swirled around as she darted out. He stepped forward crying out her name and swiftly fell to the ground outside the kitchen. Rogue looked back and she knew she couldn't go. But she ran. Just like he did. She ran through the halls and made a swift turn at the garage. She saw Scott's bike and thought for a second. Then she saw the keys beside it. She hopped on and drove off. Rogue had no idea how to ride it. But it couldn't be that hard. Could it?
Logan lay on the ground, the image of Rogue beaming off stuck in his mind and replaying itself as if trying to present something to him.
Scott looked down at the Canadian sprawled across the floor with Jean, Storm, Kitty, Jubilee and Bobby and Kurt all staring down at him. Scott felt sorry for the guy lain in front of him. That guy had always been so strong and so fierce but right now all he saw was pain. He hated that he felt sorry for the guy his fiancée seemed to be falling for. He hated that he was jealous of Logan. The guy that hated him like heaven and hell. But there was something about Logan. Something that made Scott wish he could spend one day in his life. Just the way Rogue adored him. The way Bobby wished to be him so he could please Rogue. The way even though he denied it, he really did get along with everyone in their own special and different way. But most of all how Jean looked at him when she thought no one was looking. Over all, Scott envied Logan and he hated himself for it.
"Logan are you okay?" Storm yelled out.
"We have to get him to the Med. lab. Now!"
.
Once they arrived in the Med. Lab, They placed Logan on a bed and Dr. Jean ordered everyone out. She was in a panicky mood and she didn't want anyone seeing her like that. She even pleaded that Scott stay out. He was truly hurt when she begged for her solidarity, but he knew that if that was what she wanted, he was required to give it to her.
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Rogue was riding off on Scott's motorcycle. She felt so alive, so normal. Finally she was doing something that people her age did. Now if only she could get rid of the gloves. She thought about stopping and ditching the gloves but then again, maybe it would be a good idea that she keep them on. She stopped on the side of the road anyway to check the bike out. She hadn't had a chance at the school; she just had to get out and as fast as possible.
She looked around and found a glove compartment. "Perfect." She said to herself. She tried to open it but it was locked. "Pfff. Duh! It's Scott he locks everything." She took the keys from he bike and opened it. "Sweet." Scott had left three twenties and ten in the glove compartment.
"Oho! This is good."
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Logan looked at everyone. They looked so torn apart. It bothered him that they were looking at him like that. That all these people saw him in one of his worst times. Then he looked at Rogue. Tears covered her beautiful eyes. She looked so hurt. She seemed to be in more pain just looking at him, than he was standing there.
He then felt something he hadn't felt in a really, really long time. What was it? Sympathy, pity, shame? He wasn't sure. But her eyes were so deep like a long dark empty well. He wished that he could stare into them forever but he couldn't. The way she leaned on Jubilee's shoulder, the way her mouth opened and nothing came out, the way one tear graceful danced down her cheek and the way every one around her wanted to stop her pain. It all made him wish that he wasn't himself, that he wasn't the cause of all her pain and sadness. He wished that he could go over there and hold her in his arms, but he couldn't he was bound to where he stood and for two reasons. Two reasons that he hated and wished against. One, his legs just wouldn't move him. Two, was the same reason everyone else couldn't. He was afraid.
Rogue's eyes fluttered around the room trying to find one person that could take away all the pain, the hurt. But alas there was none. No person there had that reassuring and loving look, feel that she wanted and needed so badly. She then looked at Logan who had turned away moments before. As she watched him, he seemed to be acting brave and strong when deep inside he was hurting and was afraid. She wished that she could comfort this man in front of her. She wished that she could just save him from all the pain and that she could make him happy again. She wished that everything could be ok and that she wasn't this mutant with these fatal powers that she so unhappily possessed. She wished but knew it was only that.
Logan looked over at his young friend. She seemed to be drowning in her problems and everyone else's. This girl before him, the one he had met in the back of his truck was in so much pain. Rogue's body began to fall to the ground.
"Ro" Logan cried but got cut off by a fierce hand that seemed to be holding his neck and squeezing. But nothing was to be seen.
Rogue looked at him; she saw the pain and fear that had suddenly been inflicted upon his beaten up face. "Logan." She whispered silently as an individual tear slipped down her left cheek.
She switched her glance from the ground to him. She couldn't bear being there with him. So she ran. She ran out of the kitchen. Logan quickly swirled around as she darted out. He stepped forward crying out her name and swiftly fell to the ground outside the kitchen. Rogue looked back and she knew she couldn't go. But she ran. Just like he did. She ran through the halls and made a swift turn at the garage. She saw Scott's bike and thought for a second. Then she saw the keys beside it. She hopped on and drove off. Rogue had no idea how to ride it. But it couldn't be that hard. Could it?
Logan lay on the ground, the image of Rogue beaming off stuck in his mind and replaying itself as if trying to present something to him.
Scott looked down at the Canadian sprawled across the floor with Jean, Storm, Kitty, Jubilee and Bobby and Kurt all staring down at him. Scott felt sorry for the guy lain in front of him. That guy had always been so strong and so fierce but right now all he saw was pain. He hated that he felt sorry for the guy his fiancée seemed to be falling for. He hated that he was jealous of Logan. The guy that hated him like heaven and hell. But there was something about Logan. Something that made Scott wish he could spend one day in his life. Just the way Rogue adored him. The way Bobby wished to be him so he could please Rogue. The way even though he denied it, he really did get along with everyone in their own special and different way. But most of all how Jean looked at him when she thought no one was looking. Over all, Scott envied Logan and he hated himself for it.
"Logan are you okay?" Storm yelled out.
"We have to get him to the Med. lab. Now!"
.
Once they arrived in the Med. Lab, They placed Logan on a bed and Dr. Jean ordered everyone out. She was in a panicky mood and she didn't want anyone seeing her like that. She even pleaded that Scott stay out. He was truly hurt when she begged for her solidarity, but he knew that if that was what she wanted, he was required to give it to her.
.
Rogue was riding off on Scott's motorcycle. She felt so alive, so normal. Finally she was doing something that people her age did. Now if only she could get rid of the gloves. She thought about stopping and ditching the gloves but then again, maybe it would be a good idea that she keep them on. She stopped on the side of the road anyway to check the bike out. She hadn't had a chance at the school; she just had to get out and as fast as possible.
She looked around and found a glove compartment. "Perfect." She said to herself. She tried to open it but it was locked. "Pfff. Duh! It's Scott he locks everything." She took the keys from he bike and opened it. "Sweet." Scott had left three twenties and ten in the glove compartment.
"Oho! This is good."
.
.
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