((I guess saying that I only owned Passion in the last chapter wasn't really purposeful due to the fact that she was the only character I showed. Heh. Oh, well.))
Passion's eyes were to the ground, but it mattered little because it was pitch black in this hallway. If one didn't know the path then you would almost certainly bump into the wall. The tile floor that was beneath them lead into many a dead end. So much, in fact, that one could say it belonged in Alice in Wonderland. Which, it probably did. But the mutants who lived here knew the way, and they were the only ones who would know it. And that was precisely the point.
Finally, a pale blue light shone ahead of them revealing the cement walls of the gloomy hallway. The figure in front of Passion could be seen now. Slightly, anyway. It was a female. Quite young, actually. Younger, than Amy, and surely the youngest of the group that they were about to come upon. Possibly 13 or 14. The poor girl looked quite dirty and pale, and as if she hadn't eaten in a while.
Amy's curly brown hair was held back in a rubber-band, and her face was scarred and scratched with wounds still open, the more recent of them. Her once flawless complexion ruined by the battles she had fought. She looked tired to the point of collapsing, which she was fighting back at the moment. Her tan skin was tinted with a sickly yellow to it, and her brown eyes were bloodshot and half-open.
As the two turned into the only lit room around, more mutants in the same condition could be seen. Some looked healthier than others, but they could probably withstand more than the rest. In fact, it was the oldest of the group that seemed to be getting along better. Though, all of them looked as if their souls had been torn from them, and all that was left was their body that persisted on living. Dreadful, this sight was. It did not help Passion feel any better to see this dispiriting sight.
"You got it?" questioned one of the few remaining x-men that went by Kitty, or Shadow cat.
"Yes…" Passion replied as she nearly fainted right there when she stumbled slightly, but she was caught by Logan, who looked at her coldly and gave a small nod.
"Good….you need some rest…" he spoke quietly.
"No…No, I have to get back up there…I have to find-" Amy persisted, but was cut-off by Scott.
"He's dead by now…you need to stop searching. Logan's right. You do need to sleep…"
Her eyes began to water, but she fought back the tears. She let her bitterness take over as it tended to do. They were the leaders…they were the original x-men. They had weathered much more than she would ever come to know. Some others, ones Amy didn't really know or speak to, watched her with pity-filled eyes. She stood up straight and walked back out into the shadowed hall, moving down another path to the sleeping quarters, after leaving a small disk in Logan's hand. He watched her go with an angry glance at Scott before handing the disk to Kitty who moved towards the computer slowly.
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