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Xavier looked frantically around the room for Lhach and saw him lying down in a corner, blood on his face and hands.
Xavier moved slowly towards him. His eyes were closed tight and the cloth had been thrown across the room and was lying in a heap, soaking up blood from the ground.
Lhach's chest was moving up and down quickly but he wasn't getting up.
"Lhach?"
Lhach jumped up from the ground and fell over into the wall, "No, get away from me! Please! Get out!" He yelled.
"No Lhach, I won't."
Lhach was in tears, "No! I don't want to hurt you! Leave! Please!"
"Lhach, calm down," Xavier said smoothly, "You're not going to hurt anyone."
Lhachs slowly shook his head, "No, no I did. I killed him. But…but I didn't mean to, I…"
"Lhach, listen to me..."
"NO! You listen to me!" Lhach screamed, "I can't control it any more! I can't stop the voices! They won't leave me alone. I don't know when I'll change again!"
"What voices?"
"I can't stop it. I don't want to kill any more."
"Lhach, please…"
Lhach slowly fell to the ground and drew his knees up to his chest, "I'm sorry."
Eight security guards came rushing in followed my Matt. They looked around and saw the body then saw Lhach on the floor.
Xavier got done telling Jean about what happened the next day. Jean's eyes were widened in shock. Xavier had already told he about what Magneto said, leaving out the part about the eye contact.
"What's going to happen to Lhach?"
Xavier sighed, "He's already in a prison and sense I can't explain that he's a mutant he's going to have to suffer the consequences."
"But Xavier, can't you do something about it? Like, get him out of there or something?"
"Jean, Lhach killed a man. No one is going to show him an ounce of leniency. He will be judged and most likely put back into the prison for the rest of his life unless I can help him." Xavior took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Jean, there's nothing I can do for him right now."
Ean let out a sigh of frustration.
"Jean, please, you know that I would bring Lhach into the Institute but right now I can't. That wouldn't help him and it would only endanger the other students and I simply can't risk that."
Jean lowered her eyes to the floor, "I understand."
"Now Jean, there is another issue we need to discuss as well."
"About the dreams?"
"Yes, you remember what I told you happened? Lhach is entering your dreams."
"Why?"
Xavior frowned, "I don't know."
"Maybe he's asking for help."
"Maybe he's telling you about the future."
"He wouldn't kill Kitty. He doesn't even know her." Jean lied. She knew very well that Kitty had made eye contact but Jean still didn't know how to tell Xavior.
"Or does he?"
Jean stared at him, "No, no he…he doesn't…" Jean stopped.
"He didn't know the security guard either."
A look of fear crossed Jean's face, "So he could kill Kitty but not mean too? Is that what you're saying?"
"Unfortunately yes."
Jean sighed, "So what do we do?"
"I don't know." Xavier said halfheartedly, "We can't do anything with Lhach now because of the murder. There's really nothing that we can do besides keep a close eye on Kitty."
Jean focused her gaze on the ground.
"You didn't tell her about your dream did you? That would only freak her out and that's the last thing we want right now."
"Do, I didn't tell Kitty. Jean said, not looking up, "But, what if something does happen?"
"Then we will do what ever me must to insure Kitty's safety. Even if it means ki…"
"Okay. Just, don't say that."
That night, after every one went to bed, Kitty was still up looking outside her bedroom window. What if this was her last night on Earth? What if Jean's dream really did tell what's in store for Kitty? Kitty slowly fell asleep…
Kitty woke up with a start. He rolled over and looked at her clock. Only 3:00. Kitty let out a sigh. This was getting ridiculous. This was the third night in a row that Kitty couldn't sleep. She got off her bed and walked out into the hallway, headed for the kitchen. Seeing how she he couldn't sleep, she decided to have a snack.
Kitty heard footsteps behind her but thought nothing of it. It was probably just her imagination. But no sooner did she hear the footsteps again. She turned around quickly; expecting to see Kurt trying to scare her, but no one was there. Kitty shrugged and continued walking. But the footsteps didn't go away. Instead they grew louder and louder until kitty found herself running down the hallway. She didn't remember it being this long. She had to stop running after a while to catch her breath. She listened closely but the footsteps were gone. Kitty turned the corner and froze in her tracks.
Kitty was starring down at Lhach. His back was towards her and he had something in his hand. Kitty stepped backwards but Lhach turned around and stared at her. He was holding a knife and the cloth was no were in sight.
Kitty tried not to look but see couldn't help but stare into Lhach's dark, ominous eyes. Like a flash of lightning Lhach had Kitty pinned against the wall. Before she knew what was happening there was a huge gash across Kitty's stomach. She doubled over in pain as blood forced it's way out of her mouth. Lhach threw her back up against the wall and slammed the knife into her right shoulder. A scream made it's way past her lips and she fell to the ground, hand on her injured shoulder. The warm, irony blood filled her mouth and she spat it onto the floor, which had turned to a dark crimson red. Lhach held the knife high above his head, ready to bring it down on Kitty's any second. But Kitty rolled to the side and Lhach missed. The knife was stuck in the floor and Kitty ran.
She ran into Jean's room but she was asleep. Kitty shook Jean but she wouldn't wake up. Kitty screamed but then she heard Lhach running after her. Blood was pouring out of her stomach and she had lost so much she could barely stand. It felt like the ground was moving underneath her feet.
Kitty fell over onto the floor and watched in horror as Lhach walked into the room and stood motionless over Kitty. He stood there for what seemed like hours but couldn't have been more than minutes. He just stood there like a statue. After a few seconds he effortlessly picked up Kitty by her shirt and threw her onto the bed. Where Jean was once asleep there was blood but nothing else. Kitty tried to scream out for help but every time she breathed she felt a burning sensation in her lungs. She couldn't say nor do anything. She was paralyzed.
Dipping in and out of consciousness, Kitty slowly saw black all around her. She started to loose her sight. When everything turned black Kitty felt a tear at her neck and then nothing.
Kitty woke up screaming and yelling but stopped once she realized where she was. Her heart was beating so fast she could hardly breathe. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She lied down and tried to relax. She calmed down enough to realize it wasn't her chest that was burning, but her arm. She pulled her right sleeve up and gasped. A small, but long, cut ran down her right shoulder.
Funfunfun…..I wrote a bunch of different versions of this chapter but this one was my favourite! Not much to say except thank you my faithful reviewers for reviewing. The next chapter's gunna be good…..