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Jean woke up with a fright. That was the first time she had had a dreamless sleep. But she still saw Lhach's eyes in the darkness every where she looked. Jean took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to fall back asleep.
Out of no where, a loud crash sounded downstairs. Jean leapt up from her bed and frantically looked around her room. Everything was dark. She could barely see her hand in front of her face, despite the large window beside her bed. Jean walked cautiously to her door and opened it just an inch. Light entered the room and Jean walked outside. She looked around carefully, squinting her eyes in the light. She looked over at Scott's door but heard the same crashing sound followed by a muffled scream. Jean ran to Scott's door, which was unusually locked, and started pounding on it.
"Scott! Scott wake up!" Jean yelled, "C'mon! Open the door! Scott!" But when no response came Jean slammed her fist against the door and took in a deep breath.
Jean looked down the hallway that seemed to go on forever if not stopped by darkness. Jean looked back at Scott's door for a quick second, deciding whither or not to find the source of the noise or go back to bed and forget it ever happened. Jean bit her lip and ran down the hallway.
She quickly got tired and went from a run to a slow, steady walk. But as she walked down the dark, forbidding hallway a weird feeling came over her; a feeling of insecurity. A feeling of vulnerability that wouldn't go away. She suppressed the feeling and continued her journey to the kitchen where she thought Kitty was. But as she walked on it became increasingly clear that the hallway had somehow grown longer, wider even. But how? Jean shook her head and told herself she was just tired and a little scared, nothing more. It was all in her imagination. But those lighthearted words wouldn't stop the haunting feeling that surrounded her. She heard another crash and then a scream from just down the hallway. Jean froze as the chilling screech sent a chill down her spine.
Jean shook herself mentally and told herself that it was just Kitty and Kurt probably just scared her. Taking a deep breath, Jean continued down the hallway.
After what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes, Jean reached a point at which she could take two paths: one was through a door way that Jean was pretty sure led into the kitchen, but the other went down a different hallway that Jean hadn't remembered being there before. Jean was just about to walk through the door when she saw a tall, ominous shadow approaching from around the corner. The shadow was hunched over, it's head low to the ground. However the way it moved made it seem like it was walking on air. Jean couldn't make out the figure because the lighting in the hallway had suddenly grown dim and she had to strain to see anything at all.
Jean looked hard at the shadowy figure standing silently across from her in the hallway. As her eyes adjusted to the ever-growing darkness she noticed that it was not alone. It was leaning over something, and even though Jean could not see its face she could still feel its cold, hard glare as it focused on the ground beneath it. Lying on the ground was a girl. Her long brown hair lie in confusion and her clothes damp with what looked like blood. Jean's face paled as she realized who the girl was lying on the floor. It was Kitty.
Jean tried to run to her but something kept her back. It wasn't fear but something that had a sense of depravity that Jean had never felt before. She looked at Kitty in disbelief, as her clothes grew heavy from the blood that silently flowed from her body. A pool of blood began to surround both her and the shadow like a moat occluding outsiders that posed a threat. All Jean could do was stand and stare at her former friend and roommate. Her slender chest rising and falling slowly, like the leaves of a tree on a windy fall day. Her pale white skin bruised and stained with blood.
Jean focused her gaze on the stranger that loomed over Kitty like a vulture staring down its prey. The stranger lifted its head up high as if in triumph. Jean, surprised by her own lack of fear, found herself screaming at the stranger. A painful cry made it's way past her lips and the stranger nodded as if understanding Jean's pain. It slowly pulled back its hood and there stood a boy who looked to be about seventeen. His dark, messy hair refused to shine in what little light there was making its way through the hall. His mouth carefully shaped in a perfect half-grin. It was Lhach.
Jean woke up screaming. She jolted upright and looked around her room wildly, trying to figure out where she was. When saw that she was still in her room and realized it was only a dream, she lied back down. Her heart was beating faster then she could think. Jean took a deep breath and got up out of her bed. She rubbed her eyes and glanced over at her clock. 3:30 it read. Jean mentally shook herself and walked in front off her mirror. She reached out for a book on her self above the mirror. She grabbed one but when her eyes reached the mirror Jean screamed. It was Lhach: standing right behind her with a knife, covered in bloods. Kitty's blood.
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Xavier woke up toa phone ringing by his bedside. He flipped a light on and reached out for the phone.
"Hello, who is this?" He said half asleep. It was 3:30 in the morning, who'd be calling at a time like this?"
"Sorry to bother you this late…it's Matt."
Xavier froze, "What's going on?"
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Jean dropped the book on the ground and watched in horror as Lhach lifted the knife up into the air. Jean tried to move but she was paralyzed with fear.
Though Lhach's face remained impassive, he slowly dropped the knife to the ground. Jean watched it carefully. She looked back up at Lhach in confusion. Then she remembered what he had done. Jean's dream wasn't just a dream after all. She could see the blood on hid face and hands. He killed Kitty.
Lhach still held the same sickening grin on his face, though it wasn't the smile or the way Lhach stood that made Jean stare. It was his eyes; like two cold harsh pits of darkness that shunned life itself. His eyes were like the fiery pits of Hell, and though they could bare no one's reflection they seemed to stare straight back at Jean. They looked like pain. And Jean saw something in the boy that made her resist the urge to be mad at what he'd done.
Like a flash of lightning all of Jean's fears and hatred came rushing back to her and she forgot who she saw. Only what. A cold-hearted murderer. Jean looked back down at where Kitty once lay but she was gone. Nothing but darkness and the pool of crimson blood remained. She shook her head slowly as she backed away, trying to take everything in.
Lhach let his smile fall and took a step back. Jean stared at him carefully, trying hard not to let her eyes wander up to Lhach's.
Lhach took another step back and a cold rush of wind blew into the room. As if on cue, a dark whirlwind began to form around him and he slowly disappeared into the darkness, leaving Jean alone in the dark, dark room.
But out of no where, a phone was ringing. Jean heard it.
All of a sudden, Jean was back in her bed, the time was 3:35. She looked around to make sure this wasn't a trick and sighed. It was all just a dream.
Suddenly, Jean's door handle started to turn and click. The door opened slowly letting the light from the hallway seep into the dark room. It was Rouge and Kitty. Jean let out a sigh of releaif and then looked at the two.
"What happened? Are you, like, all right?" Kitty asked, concerned.
"What, yea, yes of course." Jean reassured her.
Rouge took a step in, "Well we both heard yeh screamin in yer sleep."
"Oh," Jean blushed, "Sorry, just a bad dream I guess." She gave a weak smile and looked at Kitty. Thank goodness she was all right too.
"What wah s'it?" Rouge asked carefully.
Kitty leaded up against the window facing out towards the front of Institute.
"Nothing really, just some weird guy comin in, that's all." Jean explained.
Kitty looked outside, still listening to Jean, but suddenly Kitty froze. There was boy with a black piece of cloth rapped around his head, starring up at the window from the front yard. Kitty jumped backwards, away from the window and screamed.
"Oh, now wut?" Rouge asked, irritated.
"It was him, it was him!" Kitty stammered.
Jean got up, "Who?"
"Lhach!" Kitty cried.
Rouge rolled her eyes and glanced out the window, but no one was there. Just a low fog rolled lightly over the yard, "Ah don't see no body out dere."
Kitty shook her head slowly, "No, no I saw him! It was Lhach!"
Rouge looked back at Kitty, "Who?"
Out of no one, Jean heard a light tapping on her door. She opened it slowly. It was Xavier.
"Professor, what are you…"
Xavier starred straight at Jean, "Lhach escaped."
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Dum dum dum…….Okay, for those of you who read 'Once In A Long While' (which has been updated by the way) that story was written after this one. I had already written this chapter a little while ago and I liked it so much I wanted to enter it into that writing contest I had mentioned before. So I just put in different names and viola! I had a short story to enter into that contest! So that's why some of this chapter might have sounded a little familiar to some of you guys. Anyhoo……good news time……, my school is getting out TOMARROW! WOO! Which is Friday! Happy me! And I'm going too my grandparent's house this weekend. So I'll try to post the next chapter up tomorrow but as for the rest I won't be here till Monday so sorry but ya gotta wait! Oh, and just because I don't ask for you guys to review doesn't mean you shouldn't hint hint nudge nudge