Maya was led around the rest of the school by Jean, giving fake smiles and foreign laughs. "Thanks, Jean.. Can I just.. Go to my room for a little while and rest?"
Jean looked into her eyes, she had a hell of a mental barrier up right now. "Sure, go ahead."
Maya gave another fake smile and turned for her bedroom. As she got there, she locked the door and slowly walked over to her bed. Her eyes weld up with tears and she dropped on her bed. He was going to kill her, she knew it. After she got rid of every mutant, there would always be one left - her.
She clenched her fists tightly, so hard it seemed like they were going to break. She didn't want to be here anymore, she didn't want to be anywhere. She wanted to die. She closed her eyes and curled up on the bed, bringing her knees to her chest. 'It isn't fair,' she thought to herself, still holding the barrier up. 'It's… not.. Fair.' She tightened her eyes shut.
Logan was walking through the corridors of the school looking for Jean. He passed by one of the rooms and stopped, his eyes growing wide. He turned, and sniffed the air. "Maya?" He approached the door and he could hear sobbing. He was confused for a moment, and then he put his ear to the door.
"…Goddamnit.." She whispered. "..God-fucking-dammit."
Logan took a step back and put his hand on the door. He wasn't all that good with… girls crying or people crying in general. He just wasn't that soft kind of guy. He swallowed hard. Especially to people who tried to kill him. He weighed his options, just walk away? That would make him feel worse than he already was.. Going in? Well, it might make her feel worse? He sighed, and turned the knob.
He cursed, it was locked. "…Maya?" He knocked on the door quietly.
Maya snapped her head up, lingering tears still pouring down her cheeks. She looked down to her arm, which was bloody. The claws slowly went back between her knuckles. 'Fuck,' she thought. He could smell blood easily.
She reached over and grabbed a spray bottle of perfume and sprayed it all over the room and herself. She looked to the cut on her arm, and it was healing slowly. She walked over to the door, making sure her face wasn't red and opened it just slightly. "…Yeah?" She looked into his eyes. "What do you want?"
Logan looked into her eyes and sniffed around the room. Ugh, perfume much? It smelled awfully stinky. He looked down to her. "I just.. Wanted to make sure.. You were okay."
"I'm fine," she said, her hard, cold stare never faultering once.
Logan nodded. "…Just wanted to make sure." He knew she was hiding something, he could sniff out more than just scents. He turned and walked down the corridor, continuing to try to find Jean.
Maya gave a huge sigh of relief and shut the door, leaning against it and sliding down to the floor. She looked to her arm, a small blood trail along the side of the bed and that's all. Good thing the carpet was dark.
She hadn't lost a lot of blood, but.. Even though that's what she wanted, she didn't care. It was good enough, she felt better now.. Just a bit. She wiped the blood from her arm as it healed a few minutes afterwards and stood at the window. Her eyes were still tearing, and she just looked like a child. A child, in a woman's body. And that's exactly what she was.
Logan had finally caught up with Jean in the medical lab. He sighed and walked towards her. "Jean." He called.
Jean looked up and gave a smile. "Good Morning, Logan."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said. "I think something's wrong with Maya.. I know she's hiding something, I can.. Just feel it. And I smelled something.. It was covered with a lot of perfume, but.. I smelled.. I don't know what it was, but my gut tells me its bad."
Jean's brow furrowed. "Are you sure?" She looked into his eyes; he was sure. She sighed. "She went to see the Professor today."
"And?" He asked.
"I don't think it went well, for her anyway.. The Professor said that she would be staying here, but.. To watch her closely. I've been trying to listen to her thoughts, but I can't. She has a very strong mental barrier up. I told Storm to keep an eye on her, but.. Since she's in her room, with the door locked, we really can't do anything. We don't want to invade her space, and make her go into the defensive."
Logan sighed and racked his fingers through his hair. "…Alright. I just have a feeling that's something is going to, or has already happened."
Jean looked into his eyes. "I'll go in there and check on her, alright? Will that make you feel better?"
Logan smiled. "Yes, it would." He took her hand and kissed it. "Thanks."
Jean turned to see Scott at the doorway and she pulled her hand from Logan's. "Scott." She smiled and walked over to him, kissing him. "…I've got to go check up on Maya.."
Scott looked down into her eyes and nodded. As she left, he looked up to Logan. "…Logan?"
He looked over. "Scott?" He took a step. "You aren't still mad about your bike, now are you?"
"Yes.. I am." He said and turned and walked away.
Logan sighed. "Eh… bastard."
Maya jumped, hearing another knock and another voice behind the door. She looked down to her arm, making sure it was all the way healed and walked over to the door. She sighed and opened the door, seeing Jean with a worried look on her face.
"Maya.." She smiled and stepped inside her room, looking all over and then all over her body. "..Are you alright?"
Maya sighed, a bit annoyed that people kept asking her that. If she said she was, don't stop fucking asking about it! "..Yeah." She said, looking away from Jean's eyes.
Jean nodded and then her eyes caught something. Her arm had a little bit of blood on it, and there was a new scar. She sighed and stepped forward, grabbing her arm. "..You shouldn't do that. I know why you're doing it, but you shouldn't.. You're only hurting yourself."
She threw her arm from Jean's hand. "Leave me alone.." She said. "I don't care what you think, and I don't even care what the Professor thinks. I don't want to be here, and I don't want to live..!" She looked into Jean's eyes. "I don't deserve to." Jean took a step back, watching Maya literally crumble to the ground in tears.
She kneeled and wrapped her arms around her, sh-ing her as best she could. She closed her eyes. "It's okay, Maya. You'll be alright. No one will hurt you, and you'll never have to go back to Stryker again. I promise.. I promise."
Logan was just outside the door, listening. He looked down and clenched his fists. This wasn't right -- she didn't deserve to go through that. He was enough. He sighed and slowly walked away.