Formed Addiction

Chapter 6 – Diablo, part 1

"Sum!" John hurried to his lover's bed and for a second she started fearing that maybe he's heard what Beast was telling her when he entered. "How do you feel? You alright?"

"Yes. I'm fine." She comforted him, touching the side of his face. "I'm ok."

"What's wrong with?" He turned to Beast sharply.

"Summer is…" But then the doctor's gaze fell on the girl's big eyes. "She…she had a sun heat. Nothing serious but it'd be good if she stayed here for another couple hours until she gains her strength."

"Ok." Pyro nodded, turning this attention back to Summer.

"And John, could you leave us for some more time. I need to run one more test." Hank coughed.

The younger man didn't say anything. He only nodded, squeezed Summer's hand and headed for the exit.

Wolverine was pacing impatiently in front of Rogue and his room yet again. He wanted to go in desperately but something was holding him back. And when finally took a grab of a doorknob, it suddenly turned itself the door flew open to reveal a southern beauty.

"Marie, I…" Logan started but was immediately cut of by her lips on his.

At first the Feral-man was standing stunned, without any idea what his girlfriend was doing. But all of a sudden it clicked that the kiss wasn't draining neither his powers nor his life energy away…

"What…?" He tried, astonished.

She answered with, "I love you."

"But how?" Solicited Wolverine.

"Does it really matter?" Rogue put her hands on his chest, beaming at him. "We can be together and that's the most important, isn't it?"

"Of course!" Logan assured her but took her hands of his body to make her focus. "But it's impossible. If your powers are back, how come you touch me?"

Marie looked at him with mixed expression in her tired, still red, eyes. She looked so ready to tell the truth, so willing, but something faded in those orbs and there was no sound produced from her thin swollen lips.

"You seem troubled." John heard whisper from his right and turned to see a creature that reminded him of Mystique but looked a bit more human-like (only a bit), thought it's skin was dark-blue and the pupils of the eyes seemed white like a fog.

"Who the hell are you?" Pyro asked the strange man.

"They call me Seer." He whispered in return.

"I believe, you're gonner tell me why…"

"I can see glimpse of future." The Seer explained, making his way closer to the pyromaniac in an odd way, one leg faster then the other one, making his slick thin body half-turning.

"Sure, Fog-Eye." John rolled his eyes. "Tell me then, what you see in my future?"

The mutant came even closer to the other, his eyes shadowed with even more whitish fog:

"What? See nothing?" Pyro smirked.

The Seer stood silent for another short period of time and then stated in a harsh whisper:

"Wait for rain in summer…"

John turned to face him again, dumbfounded:

"What did you just say?"

"I can't see what is bound to happen." The slick mutant clarified. "I only make out signs…clouded visions…"

"Rain in summer…" The other man mumbled to himself, confused and mystified.

His puzzled expression didn't even come off when he heard the door behind them open:

"John, my boy, she's all yours."

Pyro nodded again and entered the lab, throwing a quiet "thanks" in Beast's direction.

"Seer?" Hall with the two blue men in it remained silent until one of them finally decided to speak:

"I was just hoping, Dr. McCoy, that you could give me something from a headache."

"Sure…" The haired one nodded. "Follow me."

"Hey." Bobby looked up from his cup upon hearing another male's voice.

"Hey."

"Is there anything cool 'round here?"

"Yeah, yeah, in the cupboard on your left." Iceman waved. "I don't think we've met…"

"Derek Windom." He extended a hand.

"Bobby Drake." The men shook hands. "Or Iceman."

"You study here?" Derek asked in search of something to drink.

"Used to." The younger man muttered. "You're new here?"

"Oh, I'm not a mutant." That caught Bobby's attention. "I'm here for my wife."

"Whom exactly?"

"Ororo." Derek got back to the counter with a Dr. Paper in his hand.

"I had no idea she's married…" Bobby mumbled, questions rising in his mind.

"Yeah…" The other man nodded. "Crap, it's warm…"

Iceman took a hold of the bottle and it froze up that instant:

"Thanks, man. Yeah, 'bout Ro, we were on a break…"

"On a break? Wasn't it her idea?"

"You can say that." The man with emerald eyes took a sip of cold drink while Bobby chortled. "Why? Problems with your chica?"

"You can say that." The mutant used the human's phrase to answer. "We, Kitty and I, just got estranged….no huge fights, no yelling…just a void that formed between us…"

"I'm bad with advising, pal, but I'm a good listener if you need to talk it out."

And Bobby did talk. He told the man on the other side of the counter, like to a priest on the other side of a confession room's wall, everything that was in his heart. Something about that human made him a trustworthy in Iceman's eyes.

Was he wrong?...

After an hour of fighting with Hank, the Doc finally let the young woman leave the med lab earlier. Another twenty minutes later, having dressed, the brunette made her way out to the upper levels where John was waiting for her.

"Oh…" She exclaimed when bumping into someone. "So sorry…"

"No worries…" A whisper from the mouth of a blue mutant with mysterious eyes was heard. "You ok?"

"Yes." The girl nodded. "Sorry again…"

When she turned to head for the elevator, another whisper followed the first one:

"Diablo…"

"Excuse me?" Summer turned abruptly, her eyes flicking lightly.

"Diablo." The Seer repeated.

"Care to explain what you mean?" The young woman asked, puzzled and somewhat frightened.

"I wish I knew…" With that the slick mutant turned and with his abnormal way headed to the other direction, making the space between then bigger with every second.