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A/N: I know that my chapters are rather long, but bare with me, I actually think you'll like it long. I put a lot of work into this so I hope you like it!
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In My Dreams
"Hello Laura," said the bald man in the wheelchair. "How are you?" I backed away, it was lit up around us, but darkness was all around. "Who…who are you, and how do you know who I am, I've never told anyone about me." I was frightened by this man, I had no idea who he was, but he knew my name and that scared me. "My name is Charles Exavier, my child you have no reason to be frightened. I am here to help you." I felt reassured by his name, but still. "I'm not a child, I never was, and you still haven't answered my question?" I exclaimed. I was getting annoyed, my claws were out and I had tears in my eyes. "I know your name because, I am a mutant just like you. I can use my ability, to see what your thinking, its called mental telepathy." He can read my mind, wow that's interesting. "So basically you already know all about me." I asked. "Yeah, I do," he replied. " I understand you are the clone of Logan?" He asked. "If your talking about weapon X, then yes. Why, he has a name." I asked. Charles chuckled. "Yes, here at the school we call him Logan." "School, what school?" I was now very curious as to what school this man is talking about, why 'Logan' was there, and why he would be involved. "The school for the gifted that I founded, where many mutants, like you and I, learn to accept who they are, and many other useful skills. They eventually will be immigrated onto a team, known as the X-Men." He answered. "I am Professor Exavier, along with Logan, Storm, the leader of the X-Men Scott Summers, and the Co-leader, Emma Frost." Ok then, I thought to myself, and how is knowing this all going to help me. 'You'll see', said his voice…in my head. Ok so you know what I'm thinking. 'As I just said, it's called mental telepathy.' "Ok, Mr. Exavier, how is a bald guy in a wheelchair going to help me?" He laughed.
"Well just like I've helped Logan, I gave him a home, a family he can trust. "Well, I'm not like 'Logan', I'm not a human at all, as a matter of fact, I was designed to kill him, see." As I extended my claws again, all of them this time, I didn't take my eyes off of him, not once. "Actually, you are exactly like him."
I opened my eyes, I was lying on the bed, exactly where I was the night before. I sat up, what time was is, I turned around to look at the alarm clock. There it was flashing back at me, 12:00 A.M. God, would it have killed them to set the time. I got up. I need to wash these clothes, they smelt nasty. I washed my face ran my fingers though my hair. I was okay looking, All I had to do now was wash my clothes and leave. I took the stairs just to keep myself in shape. When I reached the bottom I smelled eggs and bacon, with potatoes on the side. I was starved. I had only ten dollars left from the forty-five I had. I figured it was enough. I bought breakfast from the diner across the street. As I ate I kept thinking back to the dream I had last night. I kept telling myself that it was just a dream, that this guy and weapon X's real name, were just my imagination. There was a small TV on, in the corner of the room, it was behind me. I turned around to watch it, it was the morning news. It was on too low to here, so when the waitress came to take my empty plate. I asked her to turn it up. Some bald guy in a wheelchair was giving a speech about how mutants and people must learn to live side by side peacefully. Wait! Bald man in a wheelchair? "Charles Exavier is real?" She asked out loud, loud enough for the entire diner to turn and look at her. "Sorry, sometimes I think out loud." I exclaimed. I rushed out of the restaurant so fast. I didn't even pay, as I walked out the door I felt my face grow hot. I was blushing, that must be what embarrassment feels like. Wow, I never want to feel that again.
Out on the street now, I was practically running down the block. It was freezing outside. I didn't know why, but I was listening hard for something anything. I sniffed the air for a certain scent, this is all instinct, I didn't even know why I was automatically trying to find...him. Not Charles Exavier, someone else. Ah ha, he is real. There standing not even 30 feet in front of me was, weapon x. Or Logan, as Exavier called him. To his right was a dark skinned woman with white hair. He was standing their, with his claws out. What a dumbass, wouldn't he know better than to show the world who he was. People who were walking, now stopped and stared. Groups of people were now gathering around. I listened to the whole dispute. "What did you do with her?" He asked. "And don't be a little smart ass!" The young man was quivering slightly, I don't blame him, Logan had his claws at his throat. The woman to the right of Logan, was trying to be the mediator in the situation. "Logan, please, there are other ways of handling this, lets just talk to him, I'm sure he'll tell us." This situation was quite amusing if you ask me. The kid was quivering, Logan was drilling him with questions, and that lady trying to stop him. "I am talking to him, really, I've already tried playing Mr. nice guy with claws," He announced. "Rogue could be dead right now, and if he doesn't tell me where she is, he will be too!" "Logan, she's not dead, she went to a club with Kitty, and Bobby. They just never came back, she probably just was out all night partying." I giggled at this, he doesn't seem like the weapon x I knew all about. Suddenly he pulled back his claws and started walking away, fast, as if embarrassed. Wow! Maybe we are more alike than I thought. The woman with the white hair took off after him. I casually followed them. "Logan, really you were acting like an overprotective father back there, I'm sorry for embarrassing you like that, but you needed to know." He ignored her and continued walking. "She told me not to tell you because you would have kept her from going." Claimed the woman. He stopped and looked at her for a moment, "Why did you lie to me, you said you didn't know where she was. You had me out here threatening random people for no reason, I can't trust you Storm. This is the second time this week. I'm going to stay here in the city for a while, I need some time." He turned, and started walking. "Logan…please…I'm sorry." She turned in my direction and walked past me. So that's Storm, I wonder why they call her that. I started in Logan's direction, when I caught up to him, he was talking to another girl on the right of him. "Why couldn't you tell me where you went, you know I didn't want you to go, your still vulnerable now that you lost your abilities. It's not safe…" He sounded really worried. "Logan ah was fine, really, you didn't need to worry 'bout me. Ah had Kitty and Bobby with meh the whole time." She said. The girl who was talking had two white strips on the front of he hair. She also had a funny accent. "It was really adorable though, the way you got all worried." Said another girl on his left. Logan shot her a look as if saying don't you ever call me that. "Logan you really need to relax, ever since everything happened in California, you've been really up tight." Said some boy on Logan's far left. "You kids better catch up with Storm, if you'd prefer a ride over walking back to school." He exclaimed. "Yah still mad at her for what happened, it wasn't her fault it was mine." Said the girl on his right. "Rogue, you know how hard it is for me to get over stuff like this, okay, so please, kid go back, I'll come back tomorrow…I promise." He assured. They said their goodbyes, they turned into my direction and as they walked past, I heard Rogue say, "I've been real worried 'bout him since Jean died, he's been acting real strange." I was curious as to what that boy meant by what happened in California.
I continued to follow Logan until we entered a bar called Smith & Son's. He sat at one of the barstools, and so I sat on the one farthest away from him. He ordered a beer, and drank quietly for about ten minutes. I just sat there looking at him, watching his every move. Suddenly he turned to faced me and said, "Kid, is there any reason why you've been following me around all day."