Chapter 12
The mansion was completely restless that night. Logan continued having the same nightmare. The beads of sweat impaled his body. The bed sheets were soaked and his white knuckles clinging to the sheets were giving him no relief. The nightmare was the same one he had for the last few weeks. Where he stabbed her the first time, how he pinned her against the wall and how she carved him up. How she cried and yelled out "I love you". How she was dead. His eyes pierced through the dark room. That was the same time, he heard Professor Xavier scream. It wasn't loud at all, but his acute sense of hearing told him. He quickly dress in jeans and ran to his room. There he found Charles sweating, struggling to get into his chair. Logan lifted him into it.
"You were right," Charles said
"Bout what?" Logan asked.
"She was in my head screaming."
"Screaming? Logan asked.
"As she was falling from quite a height. Her thoughts were hazy, it was hard to read - except her with me to cerebral, now." Professor Xavier said.
There inside Professor, did find a very faint trace of Rogue, a hotel, the window she fell out of. Once again like replaying the scene, Logan was off to get her. He mentally updated Charles along the way.
The desk clerk didn't want to give Logan the key. He said that the girl the night before left the place a mess and they hadn't cleaned up yet. The clerk gave Logan the key to the room - but he needed a bit of persuasion.
Logan entered the tiny room - it was a mess. There was no fight there, hers was the only scent he picked up. He knew that no one did this to Marie, but Marie had done this herself. The place was torn apart. What little furniture there was, broken, ripped and shredded, three claw marks on the walls, big holes in the walls - you name it. The bathroom light was flickering. That caught his attention - he went in. The bathroom looked like a murder had taken place in it. Blood splattered all over the walls, the mirror was smashed. He could tell the tiny point of impact was caused by a tiny fist - Marie's sized fist. The words - death, killed, murder were written on the tub walls - in blood. Marie's blood - he could smell it. He stood there in horror, trying to imagine what the poor girl was going through, easy - HELL. She didn't know that he was alive and she was seriously beating herself up for it. Logan told Professor Xavier his findings and told him that her scent and trail was still fresh - he'd be tracking her, she wasn't far.
TBC
The mansion was completely restless that night. Logan continued having the same nightmare. The beads of sweat impaled his body. The bed sheets were soaked and his white knuckles clinging to the sheets were giving him no relief. The nightmare was the same one he had for the last few weeks. Where he stabbed her the first time, how he pinned her against the wall and how she carved him up. How she cried and yelled out "I love you". How she was dead. His eyes pierced through the dark room. That was the same time, he heard Professor Xavier scream. It wasn't loud at all, but his acute sense of hearing told him. He quickly dress in jeans and ran to his room. There he found Charles sweating, struggling to get into his chair. Logan lifted him into it.
"You were right," Charles said
"Bout what?" Logan asked.
"She was in my head screaming."
"Screaming? Logan asked.
"As she was falling from quite a height. Her thoughts were hazy, it was hard to read - except her with me to cerebral, now." Professor Xavier said.
There inside Professor, did find a very faint trace of Rogue, a hotel, the window she fell out of. Once again like replaying the scene, Logan was off to get her. He mentally updated Charles along the way.
The desk clerk didn't want to give Logan the key. He said that the girl the night before left the place a mess and they hadn't cleaned up yet. The clerk gave Logan the key to the room - but he needed a bit of persuasion.
Logan entered the tiny room - it was a mess. There was no fight there, hers was the only scent he picked up. He knew that no one did this to Marie, but Marie had done this herself. The place was torn apart. What little furniture there was, broken, ripped and shredded, three claw marks on the walls, big holes in the walls - you name it. The bathroom light was flickering. That caught his attention - he went in. The bathroom looked like a murder had taken place in it. Blood splattered all over the walls, the mirror was smashed. He could tell the tiny point of impact was caused by a tiny fist - Marie's sized fist. The words - death, killed, murder were written on the tub walls - in blood. Marie's blood - he could smell it. He stood there in horror, trying to imagine what the poor girl was going through, easy - HELL. She didn't know that he was alive and she was seriously beating herself up for it. Logan told Professor Xavier his findings and told him that her scent and trail was still fresh - he'd be tracking her, she wasn't far.
TBC