Oh, Crap
Chapter 4: Screams of the dead
a/n: sorry it took so long, been sick, and trying to work, left little time for writing. This is for you reviewers! You guys are awesome! Hugs and kisses!
Sleep was avoiding her; the bags under her eyes confirmed it. When the sun went down, and the darkness fell over the mansion, there was little left to do. Her roommates, after hearing about Logan, for lack of a better word, had kicked her out, leaving her no other option but to move into the only vacant room, Logan's, and try to remember the Logan she used to know, alive, and sarcastic, but the one she could always turn to with any kind of problem. He was her rock, her foundation, the one person in the world she wished she would marry. But because of her stupidity, the ridiculous jealousy that brewed inside her, she had pushed him the farthest away she could. Marie sighed, it was a shaky breath, tears, that she had managed to subdue for the last hour or so, suddenly began to slide down her face. Her life was over, how could she have killed him. 'You always try to kill the one's you love, Marie, remember David? Three weeks in a coma, just for kissing you. How could anyone love you?' Her mind was pelting insult after insult at her. It wasn't fair; it's all Logan's fault. He shouldn't have tried to save Jean. He would've been fine, he would've survived. Jean would've been fine, Marie had never killed anyone before, she would've let go after a few seconds, she just wanted Jean to feel the pain that she felt, she never would've killed her, but then Logan… "Oh, Logan", she said. More tears, she wanted to make them stop but she couldn't, no matter how she tried, her body refused to stop crying. Marie pulled her knees up to her chest and stared at the nightstand, there was a picture of Logan and her at the school's Memorial Day picnic. It was a good picture. Logan was lying on a blanket that had been spread out on the grass, while Marie was beside him, playing with his hair. It had taken him a long time to fix his hair the next morning. Marie's ministrations had caused it to stick up, and it took a lot of combing, and gel to make it stay in its normal way.
"I hate you, Logan" she said, quietly at first, but this didn't sate the anger she felt rising in her chest. "Do you hear me Logan, I hate you! Why did you have to die? I loved you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" She grabbed for the picture and threw it. It landed against the wall and shattered into a hundred small pieces. A chaotic silence hung in the air, and then she heard it. Through her tears, a small sound came to her ears "Marie" It was light as a whisper, it sounded close, almost as if it was being whispered into her ear. The room suddenly felt cold, freezing cold and the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. Someone was in the room with her. She waited, in the silence, hoping to hear the sound again…moments passed, nothing happened. She waited a few more moments, before deciding to let out a breath. There it was again! The whispers, but this time it was coming from the corner of the room. It was Logan, she recognized the voice. She tried to reach to turn the lights on, but before she could the whispers became audible words. "Marie, how could you? How could you kill me? Didn't you know I loved you, more than anything? What were you thinking?" the words began to overlap themselves, and Marie felt terror grip her. She pressed herself as far against the headboard of the bed as she could, turning her face away from the sounds, hoping they would go away. There was a sudden silence. The voices stopped, she opened her closed eyes. Her body still shook from the terror, then a bloodcurdling scream, echoed throughout the room; Logan's scream, the one he made when he first felt the claws of death clutch him, while Marie, still held on; too shocked to let go. She covered her ears, hoping to make it stop, the tears continued to fall, and her body shook with convulsions of fear, until she felt herself slip, and she passed out onto the bed.
Meanwhile
The professor felt the spirit of Logan, it was roaming. It needed answers; it was with Marie, poor girl, he tried to soothe her but the amount of brainwaves she had, just from the terror of Logan's spirit, blocked him out completely. She must've passed out, because he can no longer sense her fear. But the spirit was still roaming, he needed to call to it, make it come to him, there were things that still needed to be discussed. He focused just on the spirit, it fought him at first; not understanding the intrusion, but then it gradually let down its defenses and allowed the Professor inside. The Professor spoke soothing words to the spirit, who was still trying to understand the situation. It felt angry, and hurt, and unsure of what caused his death. The Professor did his best to explain, but the spirit would have none of it, and soon, still unsure of the situation, broke the connection with the Professor.
He was drained, tired, he knew he needed rest, but it did not come easy. He decided to go for a walk. He wheeled himself down to the med lab where Logan's body was being preserved. He looked upon Logan, as a father looks upon a dead son, that's when he saw it. Was that a breath? Logan's chest was slowly rising and falling. Logan was alive! He telepathed Jean, telling her that Logan needed her medical attention. She was there in record time; she hooked him up to life support, and began taking notes about his condition. The Professor, sighed a long sigh of relief. And guilt washed over him. He knew of Logan's regenerative powers, how could he not think that Logan would come back. But Marie had stolen his power, how is it possible? He turned to Jean, who wore the same look of puzzlement on her face. They both then turned to watch as Logan's slow breaths began to gain strength, and the color began to return to his skin.
a/n: sorry about another cliffhanger, but I'm tired and I need to get some sleep, don't' worry I will update soon!