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She stopped calling me Logan. I didn't notice it until recently; she has always called me Logan. I'm pretty sure it has to do with this Logan guy I'm slowly turning into, or whatever the Hell's going on.
"Maybe," She says suddenly turning off the T.V, I look up at her from the journal, "Maybe you're just possessed by him." She's trying to come up with something logical again; I guess I can't blame her. You see, I was just at the mansion because they suspected that I could be a mutant and with all this mutant fear craze going on, no one wanted me. I didn't even have a mutation until several weeks ago, just, what, not even a day after the grave project? Believe me, I want some sense in this whole thing too.
"Think he wants me ta find somethin' out for him?" I smirk, "Some unfinished business?" That just made her mad, guess I was a little heavy on the sarcasm.
"You know what?" She snaps standing up, "I'm just trying to help. Believe it or not James, but all that's happened to you is a little crazy!"
A little? I bet this could out do those tabloid papers, I can just see it now… 'Man visits grave only to have ghost possess and try to take over his body and come back as him!' No I don't think that's what's going on… I hope.
"Look Marie," I used her real name making her loose a bit of that bloodlust in her eyes, "I'm just… I don't know what's goin' on."
"You can be such a jerk sometimes."
I smirk then shrug, "Sorry darlin'." She huffs and flops down turning the T.V back on. I watch her for a moment before turning back to the journal. Speaking of crazy, there's a lot of it in this little book. It proves some of the things Xavier told me, and what the other books in the library were about, I.E Captain America. Who knew that Captain America was frozen in some base over several decades ago while they wait for a cure for his molecular breakdown? Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do, go and see 'Cap' and tell him how my day was.
Damn, the sarcasm's coming back…
My head's starting to hurt now, "Rogue?" She ignores me, "Rogue?" I say a little louder and she turns to me about to say something sharp but the words die in her throat when she sees me. I must look worse than I thought…
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"You okay?" Rogue frowned turning off the T.V
James dropped the book to the ground, the color draining out of his face, "No…" He said weakly then blinked, his eyes slowly locking onto Rogue's.
Rogue stepped up to James starring at him awkwardly, "James?" She whispered taking in the odd glazed expression in his eyes.
"Every time." James frowned slightly his voice coming out a little gruffer and thicker in Canadian accent. He stared down at the backs of his hands forlornly. Rogue, taken aback by the randomness of James' words, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What?"
James fisted his hands and looked back up at her, "You asked about my claws, 'when they come out, does it hurt?' And I answered ya."
"But," Rogue started looking around the room feeling as if she walked through the 'Twilight Zone', "I didn't ask you that." James' eyes suddenly cleared, he blinked furrowing his eyebrows, "Were we just talking about my claws?" He asked warily climbing to his feet.
Rogue nodded sinking down onto the bed. James ran a hand through his hair looking around the small hotel room anxiously, "We were just in the car… truck… talking though…" He sat back down on the couch sighing heavily.
"You okay?" Rogue spoke up snapping out of her shock and confusion.
James nodded holding his head in his hands, "I didn't sleep last night, guess all this research an' lack of sleep is catchin' up ta me, huh?" He lifted his head and smirked weakly at her.
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