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Chapter 4

As Logan left the kitchen where Aurora had been found, he turned to continue on to the end of the corridor, reaching the large dual set of staircases that led down to the main entrance where Charles still waited with Scott and Ororo seated beside the entrance's large fireplace. Its flames lit up the great entrance ominously, as the light of the fire caused moving shadows upon the ceiling, all dancing and twisting the glow of sunglow light.

Logan lightly walked down the steps, all eyes lifting upon him as he arrived onto the wooden flooring of the hall, his boots muffled as he passed over a rug to Charles, "I saw Rogue and Aurora.." as an afterthought he then muttered, ".. and Gambit."

Charles bowed his head gently, the glow of the fire shadowing the weary contours of his face, "Good," he answered softly.

There was only a minor pause before Logan steadied his eyes upon Charles and quickly moved on with the subject, "Will you go to Cerebro now?" he asked, a desperate tone making his voice have a whimpering edge.

But Charles's face was already drained, eyes tired, "Logan, you must understand, we have all been very sleepless these last few nights."

Logan knew what was coming and sighed quietly, turning his head away dejectedly, finding it hard to not express his disappointment by his saddened face.

"Tomorrow," spoke up Charles with a strong tone, "First thing tomorrow, Logan. I promise you."

"Thanks," murmured Logan quietly as he turned away from the small group, resting his hand gratefully on Charles's shoulder, giving it a small push of pressure before the man trudged up the staircase to return to his old room.

Slowly, Logan changed into his usual nightwear. It wasn't much of a procedure, just removing his upper torso's clothing and his shoes and socks. His jeans and vest were now rather battered, and bloody. But Logan didn't find it in him to care. As soon as he flopped down upon his front onto the soft warm mattress, he found his eyes lulling shut and his mind whisking away from reality..

It felt almost instantaneous that Logan was awakened. His eyes pulled themselves open slowly, the room still dark. He was still unaware as to what had awoken him. He slowly sat up, pushing the warm duvet from his body. He blinked his tired eyes slowly, ears alert to the distant sounds around the mansion. He made a quiet grunt, lifting his bare feet down to the carpet, standing up out of his warm bed and treading forth a few steps, a hand rubbing at his face as he yawned.

But suddenly, his actions froze when he heard a voice. His eyes opened fully, staring at his nearby reflection. Somebody was shouting him! With a panicked breath he spun his head to his door and found that it was partly opened.

Logan never left his door open.

And that voice?

"Madeline?" whispered Logan unsurely, remaining on the spot before his feet burst to life and he ran over to his bedroom door, opening it fully. As he attempted to run out onto the corridor he froze to a halt, staring down at the floor. The dim light from the corridor's lamps showed a small figure at his feet. It hissed gently. It was Blake! Logan made a gasp torn between disbelief and delight. The honey coated ferret shook his gleaming tail idly before prancing away from Logan's feet. Logan followed the animals path, head rising and eyes lifting till he came upon a slim silhouetted figure stood by one of the tables, beckoning Blake.

"Madeline?" asked Logan again, quickly moving out of the doorway and over to her. But the girl quickly turned from Logan, Blake scooped in her arms. And to Logan's horror, she began to run away from him! "No! Wait!" cried Logan, a hand reaching out. But still Madeline ran. With a gasp Logan set off into a run, his feet silently pounding against the blue carpet as he raced on to Madeline, who was running with graceful steps, extremely agile. Her stunning auburn hair flew out behind her, waving and dancing merrily as she passed all the lights that caused it to gleam.

Logan followed, eyes mesmerised.

But Madeline was picking up speed! She was disappearing into the distant blackness of the corridor. Logan frantically forced his legs to move faster, muscles straining as he pounded his feet against the floor, thighs aching, the man throwing his body forward, his arms powerfully swung in a desperate bid to go faster. But he was losing her - she was disappearing.

But then, to Logan's relieved surprise, she slowed down, and Logan managed to finally catch up with her. But when he was still a good few feet away, the dark wooden corridor ahead materialised into a large and vast white landscape. Logan gasped as he felt his feet leave the warm carpet and touch the cold snow. He frowned, his eyes whirling around as he glared behind him to see the long dark corridor stretching out silently, the wooden walls nearest to him spattered with sparse snowflakes before they faded away into trees and nothingness. He cursed under his breath, eyes spinning around worriedly, body turning as he took in the situation.

In front of him remained the snowy landscape. A far and yonder distance of dull grey clouds lingered, which swirled ominously above him. A blizzard spun by, snowflakes whirling by at a furious pace, almost blinding his vision. His shaky breath were condensed clouds, scantily clad form shivering at the bitter winds. His eyes stared with thorough horror, shock and awe all coursing through his veins. Madeline was still ahead.. standing in the monstrous blizzard which her back to him.

Her coat lapels flapped angrily behind her small form, her hair violently swaying in the winds. With a small pang of hesitation, Logan stepped closer towards her, edging his bare feet through the powdery slow. "Madeline?" he called out, spitting the snow from his mouth as it forcefully blew at him. But suddenly, a cold sensation flooded his gut in his latest realisation. That vast white landscape was not at his height.. but was thousands of feet down. And the floor of lightly packed snow actually ended in a vicious drop a few inches in front of Madeline's motionless form.

He swallowed slowly, his throat suddenly tight. This was Mount Rundle. The view was identical. With a panicky gasp his eyes snapped back upon her, temporarily forgetting the absurdity of him and her just leaving the mansion and suddenly arriving at a cliff edge.

"Madeline?" he shouted again. But she didn't respond. She remained stonily silent with her back to him, Blake being clutched in her arms as she stood at the cliff edge. He then saw her take a step forward, and with a agonised yell Logan ran forward. He practically threw himself off his feet as his arms stretched out. Her body had moved slowly a single step, but it took her right off the cliff edge. With a scream he grabbed at the falling Madeline,hands clasping at the back ofher coat, his body now flat on the floor of snow, arms over the rocky edge, handsgripping her.

But the girl within fell smoothly out of the coat's arms, and with silence she fell. Logan face froze in horror, his hands gripping the wildly blowing coat as he saw his daughter fall down into the mass of snow and wind. He saw her body whip around violently as she smacked against the rocks, a silent scream and terrified eyes etched into her face.

But slowly.. her face turned into Roxanne's..

With a shocked gasp, Logan jerked awake, kicking out helplessly at the confining covers and he tumbled unsteadily out of his bed and smacked upon the floor, his voice was hoarse at his lungs raged out terrified screams. His breathing was speedy, chest raging up and down as his heart hammered. He threw himself into a sitting position, shaky hands clasping at his clammy face as his wide and terrified eyes stared ahead, face wet with tears, throat stinging with his constant screams.

He glared around slowly at his room, seeing everything, as it should be. Even his door closed. With a small sob in his throat Logan stumbled into his feet, wiping the tears that had helplessly fell from his eyes. He stumbled to his door, taking it off the latch and staggering out into the corridor. The same dark corridor awaited him, lamps dimly lighting it. No Blake waited at his feet, no Madeline lingering against the wall.

His eyes spun slowly to the nearby window at the end of the corridor. The darkness of the night being brought alive as a lip of gold brimmed the horizon. The orb of the flaming sun was rising majestically and slowly spilling warm autumn rays across the sleepy earth, the dark corridor being brought awake in a misty light. Logan's eyes alighted as the glow washed over the mansion, the gleaming rays reflected in his eyes as he stared, paralysed as he thought over his nightmare.

A hand ran across his face, rubbing at his reddened eyes, tears still independently flowing down his weathered face. The sound of running footsteps caught his attention. His eyes lifted to see a white haired figure running down towards him. Undoubtedly Storm. Logan dropped back against the wall, sliding down it to sit on the floor with bent knees. He helplessly sobbed into his hands with desperate gasps.

"Logan?" whispered Storm as she came upon him. He felt a warm hand brush his bare shoulder, the rustle of material as his friend lowered beside him. Without any words, Logan slowly looked to her. The sheer torment and grief in his face must have been powerful, for Storm gave a soft gasp, a hand to her mouth as she saw how distraught he was, immediately resting her arms around him, pulling the man into a well needed embrace of comfort.

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