Chapter 4
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AN: I hope you enjoy the chapter and let me know how you like it or didn't like it by reviewing please. Here is chapter 4.
I do not own X-Men, just borrowing the characters to make this story.
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Logan settled into his bed, feeling a little disoriented. He wasn't drunk, hell his extensive healing powers enabled him to drink as much as he wanted and still he wouldn't feel a damned thing.
Laughing to himself as he settled his head on the pillow. It was the anticipation of finding out for sure one was or another if this dream was true or not. Slowly he let his eyes close as his body began to relax and his mind settled into sleep.
A faint like wind rustled the curtains of Logan's bedroom as if a ghost was making himself known. An aura in the air seemed to appear suddenly as it silently approached the sleeping figure of the Wolverine as his face was settled in peacefulness. It spread out to encase the figure on the bed, as Logan's body seemed to be unaware of its presence. As quickly as it appeared, the aura seemed to vanish within
Wolverine's body at once seemed to thrash out as if he were under attack and then settled again as if a sixth sense picked up the familiarity of the aura.
Xavier's eyes opened when he finally felt that he had finally reached his destination. It had been a long time since he had used his ability to separate his psyche from his body. Now as a psychic aura he was able to what a psychic mind link could never do, experience and witness another's mind and thoughts.
At first the world around him was dark and hazy. There seemed to be nothing but anger and darkness within this mind. Suddenly without warning, all of Logan's thoughts and memories he did have rushed into Xavier's own mind. The dark emotions, anger, hatred, fear were the most prominent and destructive.
He experienced first hand at Logan's drive and determination to learn about his past, as Logan's mind became his. He witnessed a long ago memory when Logan had first opened his eyes. The fear, the uncertainness of what had happened and not knowing who you were came to him as if it was something he himself had been through.
Never before had Xavier felt such dark emotions. Very steadily The Professor closed his eyes as if trying to block out the images that raced within him and the emotions that could turn any person wild. Very slowly with concentration, the Professor managed to regain in control of himself.
As the minute's ticked bye what seemed like forever for Xavier, he slowly opened his eyes again. The images and emotion still surrounded him but now he was only a witness not the victim.
As the images swirled around him he noticed a black wall, brimming with electrified currents. At once Xavier knew this was the block that in which was preventing Logan from remembering.
With his psychic powers he tried approach the wall carefully as if testing it. At once the wall let out an electric bolt that shot out towards the professor, prepared, Xavier managed to get out of its path.
The Professor was close enough to touch it and as he did, his concentration slipped away. Nothing but darkness entered Xavier's own mind. At once he let go before his concentration slipped away entirely and he would be consumed once more my The Wolverine's dark emotions.
Very slowly Xavier moved away and contemplated at this new finding. It was definitely not self-inflicted, or by a natural occurrence, a fall and hit on the head or by someone who was psychic and intentionally blocked out the past. That left one thing. It was some kind of chemical agent, one created by science.
Xavier turned angry. If a chemical agent was involved only another chemical could probably reverse the process. However that was even more dangerous then if it had been created psychically. Perhaps Jean could help with this. Unfortunately if the chemical mixture was wrong it could ultimately make things worse then they already were.
Sighing deeply he turned and walked away from the wall. If a chemical created it how come then Logan's powers didn't combat it and heal him.
Xavier knew the answer to that already. It was because the chemical was created artificially along with using Logan's own cells.
Well he now understood a little more of Logan's predicament and could ultimately help him recover his memory. What of the dream, then? If the dream was indeed a memory of his past, then they should be locked away.
Xavier touched his psychic chin in thought. Maybe the wall was finally crumbling?
Maybe. First he had to make sure that these dreams were indeed memories. That was something he could do using his powers.
With that Xavier passed into another area of Logan's psyche and waited for the dream to enfold, not noticing the presence outside.
In Logan's bedroom, someone waited in the darkness, observing the figure on the bed as beads of sweat started to form on his brow. The dark form approached the sleeping Wolverine as it bent forward with its arm outstretched and a slim hand brushed Logan's now sweat soaked forehead gently. As it touched, Logan's body responded, moving underneath its gentle caress as he moaned in his sleep.
"Roe." the Wolverine groaned, not waking.
At that moment.the dream came to him once more.
Within his mind, Xavier waited and at once he heard Logan call out the name Roe. It echoed through the confines of Logan's psyche and at that everything began to shake.
The black wall seemed to come alive as it sparked electricity all around and Xavier had to dodge the bolts that burst through the air around him.
Suddenly, like a sound of a lightning bolt the black wall began to crack, and with that the memories and emotions that swirled around him before began to disappear and the world around exploded enveloping Xavier in its aftermath.
To be continued.
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AN: I hope you enjoy the chapter and let me know how you like it or didn't like it by reviewing please. Here is chapter 4.
I do not own X-Men, just borrowing the characters to make this story.
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Logan settled into his bed, feeling a little disoriented. He wasn't drunk, hell his extensive healing powers enabled him to drink as much as he wanted and still he wouldn't feel a damned thing.
Laughing to himself as he settled his head on the pillow. It was the anticipation of finding out for sure one was or another if this dream was true or not. Slowly he let his eyes close as his body began to relax and his mind settled into sleep.
A faint like wind rustled the curtains of Logan's bedroom as if a ghost was making himself known. An aura in the air seemed to appear suddenly as it silently approached the sleeping figure of the Wolverine as his face was settled in peacefulness. It spread out to encase the figure on the bed, as Logan's body seemed to be unaware of its presence. As quickly as it appeared, the aura seemed to vanish within
Wolverine's body at once seemed to thrash out as if he were under attack and then settled again as if a sixth sense picked up the familiarity of the aura.
Xavier's eyes opened when he finally felt that he had finally reached his destination. It had been a long time since he had used his ability to separate his psyche from his body. Now as a psychic aura he was able to what a psychic mind link could never do, experience and witness another's mind and thoughts.
At first the world around him was dark and hazy. There seemed to be nothing but anger and darkness within this mind. Suddenly without warning, all of Logan's thoughts and memories he did have rushed into Xavier's own mind. The dark emotions, anger, hatred, fear were the most prominent and destructive.
He experienced first hand at Logan's drive and determination to learn about his past, as Logan's mind became his. He witnessed a long ago memory when Logan had first opened his eyes. The fear, the uncertainness of what had happened and not knowing who you were came to him as if it was something he himself had been through.
Never before had Xavier felt such dark emotions. Very steadily The Professor closed his eyes as if trying to block out the images that raced within him and the emotions that could turn any person wild. Very slowly with concentration, the Professor managed to regain in control of himself.
As the minute's ticked bye what seemed like forever for Xavier, he slowly opened his eyes again. The images and emotion still surrounded him but now he was only a witness not the victim.
As the images swirled around him he noticed a black wall, brimming with electrified currents. At once Xavier knew this was the block that in which was preventing Logan from remembering.
With his psychic powers he tried approach the wall carefully as if testing it. At once the wall let out an electric bolt that shot out towards the professor, prepared, Xavier managed to get out of its path.
The Professor was close enough to touch it and as he did, his concentration slipped away. Nothing but darkness entered Xavier's own mind. At once he let go before his concentration slipped away entirely and he would be consumed once more my The Wolverine's dark emotions.
Very slowly Xavier moved away and contemplated at this new finding. It was definitely not self-inflicted, or by a natural occurrence, a fall and hit on the head or by someone who was psychic and intentionally blocked out the past. That left one thing. It was some kind of chemical agent, one created by science.
Xavier turned angry. If a chemical agent was involved only another chemical could probably reverse the process. However that was even more dangerous then if it had been created psychically. Perhaps Jean could help with this. Unfortunately if the chemical mixture was wrong it could ultimately make things worse then they already were.
Sighing deeply he turned and walked away from the wall. If a chemical created it how come then Logan's powers didn't combat it and heal him.
Xavier knew the answer to that already. It was because the chemical was created artificially along with using Logan's own cells.
Well he now understood a little more of Logan's predicament and could ultimately help him recover his memory. What of the dream, then? If the dream was indeed a memory of his past, then they should be locked away.
Xavier touched his psychic chin in thought. Maybe the wall was finally crumbling?
Maybe. First he had to make sure that these dreams were indeed memories. That was something he could do using his powers.
With that Xavier passed into another area of Logan's psyche and waited for the dream to enfold, not noticing the presence outside.
In Logan's bedroom, someone waited in the darkness, observing the figure on the bed as beads of sweat started to form on his brow. The dark form approached the sleeping Wolverine as it bent forward with its arm outstretched and a slim hand brushed Logan's now sweat soaked forehead gently. As it touched, Logan's body responded, moving underneath its gentle caress as he moaned in his sleep.
"Roe." the Wolverine groaned, not waking.
At that moment.the dream came to him once more.
Within his mind, Xavier waited and at once he heard Logan call out the name Roe. It echoed through the confines of Logan's psyche and at that everything began to shake.
The black wall seemed to come alive as it sparked electricity all around and Xavier had to dodge the bolts that burst through the air around him.
Suddenly, like a sound of a lightning bolt the black wall began to crack, and with that the memories and emotions that swirled around him before began to disappear and the world around exploded enveloping Xavier in its aftermath.
To be continued.