Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them. Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my own.
Throughout story:
" " = Speech
' ' = Thoughts
^ ^ = Telepath
Jenny: I liked that line too! I was dead proud of myself, hehe. Stryker is so evil, if he was alive, I'd go and do him so serious harm.. but he's dead.. so uh.. he deserves to stay dead! Yeah.. o.o
Blix: It was sad wasn't it? I can really feel my heart tugging at the description of how his eyes change from anger to disbelief. *clings to Logan*
Chapter 27Night had begun to take a swift hold and demolished the last rays of the sun from the glowing horizon. Purple mapped out between clusters of daintily sparkling stars and crowded round the startlingly bright orb of the moon. Since the disruption in the main entrance, Logan and Aurora had promptly left the downstairs, not wanting to return to the dining hall and be questioned by the other mutants.
In the dining hall the mutants had been silent, and had heard the louder exchange of words between Logan and Aurora. Many had jumped abruptly to their feet in order to go and question the reason for raised voices, but Charles had shook his head.. he knew everything would calm down.
And he had been right..
An hour passed fleetingly, and from his room, Logan could hear footsteps of the X-Men travelling to their rooms and wishing the students goodnight since their feasts in their rooms. No topic of Magneto or Lenny had been exchanged over supper since the disruption with the resident metal mutants.. but it would be mentioned, it was only a matter of time before something would happen and the current peace would be destroyed.
Logan looked away from his door as the footsteps died down.. or so he thought. He looked around his dark room glumly, no lights switched on. His hands still held at his adamantium tag. He turned to the open window, the moonlight casting down upon the silver surface and causing the darker grooves of the lettering to stand out.
Then, a sharp knock at the door made him whip round suspiciously. He shoved his tag into a trouser pocket before striding to the door and dragging it open effortlessly to glare at the visitor through the mild darkness.
"Logan.."
Logan's expression loosened as his eyes fell upon Charles. He stood back a little, letting him enter the room, "What's up?" He asked with a rough murmur.
Charles turned his chair to face Logan, watching him through the familiar blue eyes that had a rare warmth of understanding, "Is everything alright now?"
Logan nodded hastily, his hand slipped into the back pocket where the tag still sat, "Yeah.." He said slowly, worried of what Charles was getting at.
"I understand Logan, you have an ambivalent inner.. I'm just relieved that you are in control." Said Charles softly, his eyes sparkling knowledgably.
Logan said nothing but shrugged uncomfortably to Charles.
Charles then nodded slowly, "But remember Logan.. no mistakes. We can't afford them."
Logan in return nodded, his left hand deep in his back pocket, clutching at the tag, his palm causing condensation upon the surface from his warm clutch, "I know.."
"Tomorrow there shall be a meeting over what we should do for the future.. please don't be late Logan." Charles turned his chair and motioned to the doorway, "I think Elizabeth is hosting it outdoors.. going to be a fine day tomorrow." He faded away as he left down the corridor..
Logan watched the wise Professor leave just as he disappeared from view, and listened to the almost silent wheels across the wooden floors of the corridor. Once alone, Logan shut the door quietly, then turning on his heel to flick on the small shaded lamp on the bedside table. The dark room lit up with a heavenly warm glow. Light bathed the room well, soft and comforting from the dark indigo sky out the open window and yonder.
He lifted his tag from his pocket and studied it absent-mindedly, running his thick thumb over the small grooves of his imprinted name and code. He dropped down on the end of his bed in silence, one hand supporting his forehead whilst he let the tag dangle from its chain from his closed fist, and he watched it sway slowly on it's beaded chain..
A little while later, for the second time that night, another sound disturbed him from his thoughts. This time, an almighty shudder of a falling object trembled the ceiling. Logan's head snapped upwards to see his ceiling light swinging nonchalantly.
He stood up to his feet, once more shoving his tag safely into his back pocket. Logan stared at the light as it slowly lessened the diameter of it's wild swinging. Another collision and a shudder. Logan frowned, curious as to whom this 'Phantom' might be.
A shudder, angrier than the others rocketed from the ceiling and caused a glass of water on the window ledge to tremble quietly. Logan proceeded to empty this glass down the sink, decided it was better to be safe than sorry.. And to not have to explain a damp carpet to the Xavier's.
Following from this, Logan turned to the door of his room and lightly pulled it back. Ever so quiet did he travel, more purposely than normal since it was well past bedtime and the entire floor inhabited exhausted mutants from Xavier's school.
The noise appeared to be directed to the left hand of the above floor.. the attic. Logan peered upwards as he travelled, as if he expected something to crash through the ceiling from all the terrific noise. He had no real idea of where he was going.. He was intending to go to the upper level and seek out this mutant. It was a mindless decision, rash, and possibly dangerous. But he was a curious creature; Aurora's gene's caused that. He had to seek out everything and be sure. Know his territory inside out. It was rather arrogant of him to assume he would be able to enter the attic and return safely…
A narrow wooden staircase round the corner of the corridor led up a trapdoor. Logan climbed up it easily, not even pausing to think about the consequences as he lifted the wooden door open.
In he peered, eyes scanning across the dusty floorboards of the attic. It appeared empty. The attic was extremely dark, yet though the murky shadows he could make out lumps of stacked boxes, a broken mirror was hanging from a beam, a stack of old clothes, more boxes. Dust hovered through the air visibly, and Logan could feel his sensitive nose being irritated from the build-up of dust. Old sturdy beams stretched from the centre point of the roof and slid down to the flooring of the attic. These thick monstrous beams were riddled with webs, and small spiders scuttled across their webs and into further blackness in small hollows.
He lifted the square piece of wood completely and lifted himself up from the staircase instead of peering in like some naughty child. He set his booted feet upon the filth-covered floor of the attic. He scanned suspiciously through the wild blackness. He couldn't see very far in front of him, but it was enough to not walk into a sloping beam.. which his height stretched over, making travelling a dangerous issue and a treacherous journey.
Whilst he felt irresolute about his surroundings, he was conscious of another being. For a scent of 'human' life was briskly sharp in the musky aroma of old items and collected grime. A sound caught his ear and his head sharply turned, eyes narrowing.
Perhaps this was a bad idea.. the mutant in here appeared more aware of him than he was of her.
A swish of clothing; a flying blur of a body went past his right. He staggered, turning, twisting urgently, desperately.
What was that?
He was extremely uncomfortable. The other being was more experienced up here.. she knew what was happening.. he was unsure.. and felt threatened by her unknown presence.
Suddenly a tiny flame appeared, wherever the mutant was.. a flame was held in front of her. Logan's eyes trained upon this tiny spectacle of light in the blackness. He trod forward slowly, craning his head to the side curiously. As he got closer.. he could smell burning and noticed she had struck up a match and held it in front of her.
From the poor light he could see a dark skinned face, eyes of olive and hair of rich ebony. Her features were sharp, trimmed. High cheekbones and a slim nose. Inquisitive and mysterious eyes stared at him before dark lips pouted and the match was blown out..
And Logan was sent into sudden blackness…
"Nosy.. are we?" Came the alluring voice from the darkness…
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Oooh.. not a smart idea to go in there Logan.. *shakes her head forlornly*
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