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Scott watched his lover leave then approached the scared boy sitting on the floor.
"Hey Nikki. How ya doin'?" He asked cautiously.
Nikki seemed anxious. "Where's Luke gone?"
"Oh, he'll be okay. He's gone outside, he's having a talk with Lance okay?"
Nikki nodded, watching Scott warily.
"So why are you sitting on the floor?" Scott asked civilly.
Nikki looked around. "I'm hiding from mummy." He said softly.
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Mummy?"
Nikki nodded
Scott looked around, for Nikki's benefit, and then turned back to the boy, "No, there's no one here at the moment."
Nikki stood up and peeked over the couch arm. Sure enough, there was no one there, except Scott and the bear. Scott noticed the stuffed toy.
"Hey, is he yours?" He asked Nikki.
Nikki nodded.
"Cool." Scott said, picking the bear up. Nikki immediately moved over to Scott and reached for the toy .Scott handed it back to him, and Nikki took it and stayed there.
"His name's Bear." He finally offered. Scott nodded. "Good name."
Nikki grinned, then sat on the sofa. "Me and Luke were watching TV." He said, then looked over his shoulder. "Where's Luke?" He asked, sounding panicked.
"He's talking with Lance okay?" Scott repeated himself. He couldn't believe how badly this boy's head was mixed up, and wondered how Luke coped and what had happened to make him so unstable.
Nikki stood up. "I wanna go see." He said, sounding insecure. Scott didn't move as Nikki went over to the door and went out, seeing Lance but not Luke.
"Luke?" He called, panicky.
"What's going on?" It was Logan, he and Ororo walked into the kitchen where Nikki was crying for Luke.
Scott turned and shrugged. Lance spoke up. "Luke left... he's under some pressure you know. Nikki here's just a it insecure without him."
Nikki saw Logan and gasped, backing up and into Scott, who held him. He struggled to get away, then hid behind Scott after he broke free.
"You took Luke again, didn't you." He accused angrily, although he was still obviously afraid. "Leave him ALONE you fucking sick twisted bastard." He reached back, grabbed the first item on the kitchen counter and threw it at Logan, breaking away from Scott to dive under the table, his fear at what he'd just done overcoming him.
The spoon bounced harmlessly off Logan's chest as he stood gaping at where Nikki had just stood.
"I see that he doesn't like you to much." Ororo raised an eyebrow and Logan shrugged.
Lance sighed. "From what Luke told me, both of these guys weren't treated too well in that place." He said, a trace of anger in his voice. "And that kid seems to be having trouble separating fantasy from reality." He grinned, lightening the mood a little. "Or, y'know, he just doesn't like you Logan." Scott nudged him with his elbow, also holding back a smirk.
Logan scowled at Lance, "Funny." He muttered.
Ororo hid a giggle with the back of her hand, "Oh lighten up." She smiled dropping her hand by her side.
Logan suddenly straightened up and sniffed the air, his eyebrows furrowing.
Scott cocked his head. "What?"
"I smell blood," Logan sniffed the air again just to be sure, "An' it's fresh..."
Nikki whimpered from under the table. "Luke..."
Lance bent down to shush him, trying to coax him out from under there, while Scott looked round nervously. "Where?"
"Outside," Logan glanced at where Nikki was hiding under the table and nodded his head at Lance, "Keep the little squirrel in here."
"Logan what's going on?" Ororo asked worriedly.
"Lance?" Scott asked Lance without words to look after Nikki, and Lance nodded. Scott lined up alongside Logan. "I'm coming with you. If it's dangerous, or if it's got Luke, you might need me there."
Logan nodded and headed for the door.
"I'll stay here." Ororo told them then went over to Lance to try and help him coax Nikki out from under the table.
Once outside, and the door closed, Logan turned to Scott and frowned, "It's just him out there, there is no one else."
Scott frowned. "Shit." He took a breath and called. "LUKE! WHERE ARE YOU?"
Nikki heard Scott inside and, now that Logan was gone, scrambled to get out from under the table, running towards the door. Lance rugby tackled him to the ground and grabbed him. "Nu-uh, you're staying put." Nikki screamed and twisted, turning and biting Lance. "LEMME GO..." he screamed.
Lance yelped as he was bit. "OW! STORM! Do something, PLEASE?"
"Nikki!" Storm shouted, "Please calm down and let Scott and Logan help your friend." She frowned slightly and knelt down next to Lance trying to help him with the struggling boy.
"This way." Logan grunted running around the corner of the mansion where he found Luke laying face down in a puddle of his own blood.
"Oh God..." Scott whimpered, memories of his other friends, his FAMILY coming back to him, butchered in their own beds... butchered, the blood covering everything.
He walked up to Logan. "Is he...? Is he dead?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
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