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Chapter 16

For better safety the jet was directed for an unsteady landing on the back lawn of the mansion. Logan didn't have time to try and manoeuvre it into the basketball court. And though he didn't like to admit it, he probably couldn't. As soon as the jet was firmly on the lawn, the belt was thrown back from his torso, as was Siren's and they both hurried to the opening staircase. As Logan passed the Cajun he paused in his travels before backtracking, "Don't you go anywhere, bub," he hissed in a threatening tone. It unnerved him how Gambit merely smirked his way, not anxious or fearful in the least.

"Not a problem," Gambit replied jovially as if they were close pals. The smirk on his face flashed pearly whites at Logan, in such a way that he found his anger simmering a little. Logan made a quiet grunt the Cajun's way, unsettled at the calming effect the Gambit possessed. ...Damn twisted... decided Logan resolutely as he slipped off down the steps to meet an impatient looking Siren stood on the grass.

"Oi! Wolverine! Allons!" cried Siren as she beckoned him hurriedly with her gloved hands, "Come on!"

Another animalistic grunt passed from Logan's chest in an unhurried reply before he sprinted right past her and towards the awaiting doors at the rear of the large mansion. Behind, Siren followed the Wolverine, but her run was nowhere near able to match the caressed agility and power of animalism and adamantium. Logan slammed his shoulder upon the doors hurriedly, the locks breaking to fast there wasn't even a hesitation to stop he continued run through the now swinging doors. Siren still speeded on behind him, trying her best to stay close as he ran.

Logan's eyes speedily snapped open every aspect of his surroundings as he hurriedly ran. His breaths were great and shaky, for panic was nagging at him as to how there was so little action and drama. Where was everyone? Where - His thoughts quickly silenced when he pounded around a corner to come face to face with the scene of destruction. He noticed that a small group of students were gathered to one side, then further on, Bobby was stood beside a small pile.. on closer inspection he recognized the three bodies!

"Charles!" he cried as he came upon them.

"Logan! Help me move him!" came Aurora's voice as she pushed herself from the floor, her and Bobby helping a weeping Rogue to her feet.

"What's happened?" asked Siren as she turned to Aurora, eyes glancing over the flames.

"Bombs.. lot's of them. Some more are gonna go off. We've got to move!" Aurora replied, urging Rogue on as she replied to Siren.

Logan stooped, lifting Charles in his strong grip, "Alright, come on," he murmured, pulling Charles away as Aurora held the other shoulder. As they reached the awaiting students the whole group began to move forth as one, heading through the corridors to get as far away from the office as possible. And true to Aurora's word, as they travelled, more bombs exploded and rang their deadly chimes through the entire building.

No one had yet ventured back to his office since the happenings of the bombs, they had all secured themselves in the library. Time had speedily passed, the morning sunrise had recently occurred. The remaining X- Men had since awoken from their unconscious slumber, and were resting in seats. Gambit also had joined them, much to Logan's dislike. Whilst the students busied themselves in their own friendship groups, chatting animatedly about the day's events, the X-Men grouped around the unlit fireplace in large chairs. Logan was the only one who had not yet remained in his seat for duration of minutes. He was pacing between the fireplace and the chairs; offering only a grunt in reply to the conversation with the X-Men. Something was nagging at him.. someone was.

"Who do you think has done this?" asked Storm quietly, holding her wrist in a pained manner, "I mean, all these events mean somebody has some plans."

"Well, we can definitely rule out Magneto." decided Scott, leaning back in his large chair.

"No, I don't think so.." Charles spoke softly, "He's got himself out of many situations before."

Scott raised a disdainful brow, "Professor, even so, he can't stop death."

"Many a time I would have thought Eric would have died, he has always managed to defy his fate spectacularly. I see no reason for his death now."

"But Charles, I saw him fall after Mystique struck him, he was very weak." Said Aurora, leaning towards the Professor, "And I attacked him myself.."

"He was weak from injury perhaps, but he has a very strong determination.." announced Charles with a solemn nod, "But.. if he has made it out of England.. This.. this is not his style. Eric is not one to mercilessly plunge attacks when we are in fact the very species he is trying to defend."

The X-Men had fell silent at his words; realisation hitting them at the logic Charles had just spoken. Logan had paused from his pacing strides, leaning back on the wood of the fireplace in a nonchalant manner he always put forth, "I agree with you Charles," he suddenly said, causing a few eyes to flit his way in mild surprise.

"Logan," began Scott, staring at him, "You of all people should understand how a person can change."

A slow nod went in Scott direction, "Yeah.. and how stuck some people are in their ways. If Magneto has survived and wants to continue his battle against humans - he wouldn't be striking us." Logan's face suddenly lost it's fill of thought and his eyes suddenly travelled around the group and a light sniff was heard, "Oh God.."

"Logan..?" asked Siren softly, looking worried.

"Where is she?" He suddenly muttered, eyes still darting around the Library. He pressed forth from the fireplace, around the chairs and began to panicky start glaring around the aisles of bookcases, "Where is she?!" he cried, tone growing louder.

"Who, Logan?" Asked a voice from the fireplace.

"Roxanne! She's not in the building!" Logan spun to Charles, striding up to him, "Someone's took her! You were supposed to take care of her!"

"Logan, I'm sure she's in her room – " began Charles softly.

"No! She's not, there's no scent of her whatsoever!"

Scott's expression had suddenly hardened, his brow consorting into a frown, "I knew it.." he muttered, staring down at the rug, "Even since she arrived.." His words were softly said, and with the talk of others were easily drowned out. But.. Logan picked up on it.

"What?!" Logan bellowed with a growl, storming from Charles and over to Scott. He grabbed Scott by the neck of his shirt, snatching him in viciously tight fists, "I know what you're thinkin'.. You're gonna put the blame on her ain'tcha?" came the growled words.

"Logan, please!" cried Storm, pushing herself up with the distant wince.

"AIN'TCHA?!" roared Logan, his head looming down on Scott's whilst adamantium filled fists began to lift the body from the plush armchair. Scott at first could only gasp in surprise as he felt his thighs leave the leather; the neck of his shirt tightened around his throat and hoisted him just as easily as Logan's strength did. With a quick swallow Scott replied,

"It makes sense!" was all he managed as Logan's grip move so sharply his flingers were clasped around his throat.

"That's a load o' shit." Logan spat, growls lacing his every syllable.

"Logan!" came the stern words from Charles. There was no question, yet the meaning was simple. Drop Scott at once.

"Logan, all these attacks have happened since she arrived. I have grounds to accuse her! And now she's gone, right after the worst attack yet." Scott muttered, breathing becoming limited with the tight grip. But it now loosened and Logan threw him back down into the seat, which gave a nervous creak under the hit of weight.

"He does have a point.." said Michael in a very quiet voice. Logan spun around in a fury

"Michael!"

"Well, if she's gone, there's not much we can do.." Aurora said quietly, glancing up to Logan slowly. Then, she suddenly spoke up after her initial sentence, "There's someone outside the door."

"Roxanne?" asked Logan softly, turning his head to the door. When all of the sudden, a heavy clunk resounded from the doors, causing gasps from many of them.

"Someone's just locked it!"

"What's that?"

Something had just scuttled it in with a sliding motion under the crack of the door; no one spoke as it arrived. All stared anxiously.. until a thick purple smoke began to rise from it.

"Oh my God!" Cried Siren, "Poison!"

"Unlock the door!" Bellowed Scott as the X-Men jumped to their feet, ready.

"From the outside!? When we're inside! With no key?" Aurora said in a shrill tone of panic.

A fluid tone of a sly accent then graced the sounds of panic from others, "Do not worry.. Gambit is here."

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