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Dru has telepathy (mind-reading) and telekinesis (moves things with her mind) from her mother and the rest from her father. This chapter starts back up where Dru escaped from the confinement of her hospital bed. Be warned there will be cursing, smoking, and other things going on. If you do not have the guts to read my story then you can click to another story. Either way, I am going to write what I want to write.
Most of the places are fictional except a few things. The names of the strip clubs are fake. In addition, Logan does remember his daughter, it just that he is in denial. He hates himself for leaving her and even though he couldn't remember things that happened after Stryker experimented on him, he still has memories of Dru.
This chapter is a little bit intense and some sexual things. If you feel not up to reading this chapter then pleased click to another story, which you feel comfortable with. Otherwise, be ready to enter into the mind of Dru and the people around her. There will be cussing and things like that and if you hate it then please do not flame me. This is how the way my mind works and I cannot stop it alongside with my fingers which type. Please enjoy the story.
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A/N: At the beginning it will start where Logan gets the call from Ororo that Dru has vanished. After a couple of scenes then the story will head towards Dru and Charlie and don't know if the bash will be in the story line.
Please read with caution because there will be cussing, abuse, a bit of fighting, and drugs. If you are uncomfortable then don't read but if you do want to read then go ahead.
Chapter 15- I Put A Spell On You.
December 22th
"Let's see if we can get you up with this." Ororo replied as she carried in a tray of medicines.
With one hand, she managed to pull back the curtain but as she looked at the bed, the tray fell.
"Oh my God!" she replied before heading toward the telephone in the office.
Remembering the number she wanted, Ororo dialed Logan. Logan who walked toward his room, heard his belt ringing. Reaching inside his pocket, he pulled out the phone, flipped it, and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Logan, this is Ororo."
"What's wrong? You sound, nervous something got you all twisted up." He laughed as he entered into his bedroom.
"Dru is gone."
"What!" He walked right back out of his room and locked it behind him.
"Yes, she isn't here. All there is a teddy bear with wires coming out of its body." Ororo took a closer look at the teddy, its button eyes gouged out, stuffing coming out of the side of its neck, legs, and arms.
"Project." was all Logan replied as he shook his head back and forth at this new information that came out of nowhere.
"Project? What are you talking about?"
"WhenDru was little, shehad to make a project with a couple of wires and make it into the sound of a beating heart for her fifth grade science project. This is just sudden, it just came to me like a punch to the jaw."
"Thanksfor that imagery Logan. No wonder there was something funny about her monitors. I kept looking at the monitors and found her heart beat at a normal range to evenwhere when she had dreams, the beat would notspeed up or slow down. When people have dreams, their heart rates go either up or down but not ever at the same pace over and over."
Ororo should have seen the signs but now she couldn't go back and changed it. Dru had done another one over on them all.
"Obviously she got her smart genes from her mother. Her mother majored in journalism, nuclear biology, almost everything. The woman loved every major before I knocked her up." he replied.
"Logan, please be serious and not dwell on pastincidents,where canDrube?"
"Have you tried her room?" he asked while he started to head towards Dru's room.
"No."
"I am heading over there, right now."
"Alright." Ororo replied before the phone clicked and she hung up.
Dialing again, Ororo informed the Professor who now had put his head in his hands and shook his head.
"New surprises always happening to this school.," he whispered to himself before dialing the rest of the X-Men team to inform them what happened.
Opening the door to Dru's room, Logan searched around the room for any clues. He sniffed the air and found a faint smell and thought about it for a while. It reminded him of something but he couldn't pinpoint it. Eyeing the room, he found himself staring at Dru's bed.
"Where is her phone?" he asked himself.
Already knowing the answer, Logan walked over to the balcony window and his nose got a strong whiff. Sniffing again, the smell hit him like a ton of bricks. It smelled like Jean's perfume. Though she was a teacher she rarely liked to have fun, Jean always liked to wear scents that a teenager might have sprayed on.
"There is no possible way that Jean was in this room, just now." he whispered to himself.
Turning around he found a little bottle of Tommy Girl on the floor. It had been obviously dropped but not by Logan. Bending down, he snatched the bottle and sniffed it. Memories of Jean wearing it, came to his mind.
"This is not possible, unless. . ." he replied before he figured it out.
Dru had somehow bought a bottle of it, unlikely or stolen it from Jean.
"New things about her are popping up when I least expect it."
Again a ringing started and Logan answered it while checking out the room again.
"Is she there?" asked the Professor.
"Not sure since the only smell I can pick up is perfume."
"Do you think she is at that friend's of hers house?" the Professor asked.
"Maybe."
"Do you know the address?"
"Like the back of my hand."
"Take Ororo and Scott with you in case something happens."
"Alright."
December 23rd-
Turning off the phone, Logan moved his eyes around and saw something he had missed. Getting closer to the closet, he found it was opened just a smidge. Opening it, he found Dru's medical gown hidden beneath piles of t-shirts. They had gone to Charlie's place and found no one there but a letter.
Shaking his head, Ororo knocked softly on the door as Logan turned his head toward her. Closing the closet door, Logan turned to face her.
December 22nd-
"Ready?"
"Yes."
He started to head out but looked back to remember where everything was.
"Come on Charlie! Pack your things or the team will come for me and then you won't be able to go to the bash." she let out in a hurry.
"Alright, already! Let me make sure that everything is locked." he replied.
Waiting at front door with a hand on her hip and her other hand carrying a bag, Dru waited for Charlie. Somehow word would get out that Ororochecked up on her and find she wasn't there in the medical bed. Knowing this because Ororo had disconnected the wires from the bear which Dru knew would happen. She had placed another device that would beep her watch and tip her off of it being disabled. This what happens when you leave an smart girl alone without supervision.
In that time, Dru figured out that they would have tried to go first to the club, her room, or Charlie's. Either way, she couldn't let Charlie and her get caught this close in her plan. Charlie had gotten to packing a few things he would need to hold him over for a few days. Dru had packed her costume and an extra change of clothing.
"Hurry your ass up!"
"My pretty ass for your information." he answered locking his front door, his back to Dru.
"Whatever."
"Let's hit it." he replied as they started to walk down the stairs.
Checking back and forth across the street, Dru and Charlie ran toward Charlie's motorcycle. Turning over the bike, Charlie revved up the bike as Dru wrapped her arms around his waist, the bags tied to the bike. Off they went as Charlie and Dru tried to get as far away from the loft as possible. They didn't want to get caught, even though they would at the bash.
"You ready?" asked Charlie as he hands her one of the motorcycle helmets.
"Are you?" she asked as she put the helmet on over her head. She made sure it was secured before giving him the heads up.
"More than ever."
They started to drive off, leaving behind them a note on Charlie's front door. It read:
Going down to Vermont to spend Christmas break with the family, Oliver. Pick up my mail please while I am away. Thanks.
Charlie
With that note, it might have gotten the X-Men team off their trail for a while but either way, they wouldn't know until the dance. They needed a place to crash as they got their costumes and plan of action ready. They would need time on their hands to pull off a stunt that might endanger Charlie and herself but hell, they needed a kick.
December 24th
"There is no possible way for her to make something like that," replied Cyclops.
"Someone like Dru, anything is possible," replied Logan.
"She couldn't have left the school without at least someone spotting her," Ororo responded.
The three started to walk outside towards the garage, equipped with fast cars, bikes, and car body parts. Stopping in front of the garage door, the three sparred a bit.
"Dru might have allies that we might not know of. Even though she has only been at this school for two weeks, Dru has a way to make friends fast," answered Cyclops.
"With allies, it meant they had covered for her while she made her get away again from the school."
"This sounds too much like a cops and robber stunt, Ororo."
"With a daughter like yours Logan, she could be a thief."
"What the hell are you talking about? Are you trying to accuse her of a thief?" bit back Logan.
"Jean's perfume along with a couple of things from my room have gone missing. I have locked my things away, closed the windows in my room, and locked the door to the room and yet things are still going missing," sniped Cyclops.
"Don't start accusing her, when she isn't even here to defend herself against your accusations, Scott," replied Ororo.
"Let us just find her before, she does something that might bring unwanted attention onto the school," answered Cyclops.
"Is this the second or third time she has done this?"
"I think second Ororo."
"Thank you, Logan," replied Ororo.
"I have a better idea, why don't we leave it up to Dru to see whether or not she even wants to return. She has already left the school without permission twice. Why are we going to go out and find her, if she doesn't want to be found," asked Cyclops.
"I am her father, damn it. I will not let her run around and get herself killed! What with anti-mutant protesters lurking around, Dru will be in danger of getting herself and that friend of hers killed!"
"Logan, please, calm down. Dru is a maturing woman, who needs to get all of those teenager antics out before she starts to take things seriously," replied Ororo.
"You sound like that Freud dude," responded Logan.
Needing a smoke, Logan pulled out a cigar and put it to his mouth. Not caring whether he might have gotten into trouble or not, he lit it. Taking an inhale, he let the aroma of the cigar enter into his lungs and nose. Closing his eyes, Logan envisioned a beauty standing before him. Opening his eyes, no beautiful girl but Ororo and Cyclops.
"Do not smoke, Logan," said Ororo.
"I am outside and no where near the students. I think, I deserve this," answered Logan before taking another puff of his cigar.
"What if Dru doesn't want to come back," asked Cyclops.
"We just have to see what Dru is planning," replied Ororo.
"I think I have a clue but I don't know."
"Tell us Logan," answered Cyclops.
Twenty minutes later, the Ororo and Cyclops got in on Logan's theory and all agreed. They walked back to the Professor's office who thought the same. There was something planning to go down at the Naughty of Nice ball where Dru might want to come to.
"Yes, Dru might be the kind of girl who likes a grand entrance," stated the Professor.
"She is easily perceived as a girl who either makes a grand entrance or a late entrance. Dru does not want to be late.," answered the Professor.
Wheeling from behind his desk, he moved along out of his study and out into the hallway. Ororo, Cyclops, and Logan followed him as he strolled himself to the dining area where an event was taking place.
All around him, students were in a frenzy of getting the decorations ready for the Naughty or Nice ball tonight. Streamers were being thrown around, balloons colors of red, white, and green being blown up placed decoratively around the dining hall. Students were smiling from ear to ear, causing other to smile as well. It was a festive event, surely to put smiles on the students and staff.
A teenage boy of about seventeen or so years, advanced slowly on the teacher. The boy took the persona of not giving a shit about anything but his style. He was wearing a black H.I.M. t-shirt, black style pant Dickies, red Mohawk style hair, black nail polish, cuffs on both sides of his hands, pale face, a lithe body, red plump lips, black eyeliner with coordinating black eyeshadow, with an impeccable body.
(This is for my friend Arthur, Arthur if you are reading this, this goes out for you! Muah! If anyone wants to be written into the story, then just email me with what your name wants to be, power, how you look, personality, and all that crap. Now back to the story.)
"Professor," inquired the teenage boy.
"Yes, Arthur?", stated the Professor.
"I don't have anything to wear to this ball so I won't be able to attend it unless I can wear my t-shirt with a pin on tie."
The Naughty of Nice Bash requested students to wear something nice, no ripped jeans, tube tops, in other words no clothes that whores on a street waiting for their next John would wear. There were exceptions, men could wear jeans as long as it was with a tie, girls could wear costumes that incorporated such as an angel or a little devil but nothing vulgar. The dance was to be a celebration of all holidays and not a get-your-freak-on-festival.
"Don't you have a button down shirt, what was that one I saw you wearing last year, asked the Professor.
"I borrowed it from my roommate and it doesn't fit and it is also horrid thing to wear," stated Arthur.
The Professor frowned at this and contemplated Arthur's little quip.
"Are you sure, Arthur? You do not have anything else to wear to the bash," he replied, giving him an inquisitive look.
"Hmm, oh wait! I got it! I do have something!", Arthur uttered out.
Closing his eyes, Arthur focused all his thoughts until voila! He was able to bring his wings out from beneath his black shirt. His shirt was torn a bit as his wings came out from his back.
"Holy shit," muttered Logan.
He had not all figured each students "hidden talents". With Rogue, it was the ability to absorb a person's life essence, thoughts, powers, and all. Logan had gone through a firsthand knowledge of Rogue's power the first night at the institute.
Unaware of the other students' hidden talents, Logan frequently had less than nothing of a chance to witness the students' show off their powers. This was something new, a kid who had wings on his back.
"I can be a bad angel Professor, since last year there wasn't a theme to this Naughty or Nice Bash and I can get one of my roommates to spray paint my wings either red or black so I can really be the naughty angel."
Arthur smiles at himself, knowing he would be a good bad angel.
Let's see the story with Arthur started like this:
At the age of nine, Arthur had started sprouting something out of his back while changing for school. Looking at his back, he thought a hump was starting to grow on his back from some sort of illness. Going to school, kids started to ask him about a bump that showed on his back. Teachers thought it was bruises from Arthur being allegedly beaten at home.
His math teacher, Mr. R was a bit worried and called in his parents who were never really around to begin with. With new answer from his parents, the teacher called in the proper authorities who took Arthur into custody until they could get a hold on his parents.
Unlucky for him that his parents had gotten shit faced at a bar and had driven home drunk when they crashed with a driving truck. The crash had killed Arthur's father instantly while his mother bled to death on the freeway, waiting for the ambulance to come and save her from death. Word got to the authorities who informed Arthur of his parents passing, but he had already known what happened. He'd gotten a vision of his parents dying and kept it to himself.
That came with being what he was today. After his parents died, Arthur was sent away to an orphanage where it was hell for him. No one wanted anything to do with him. He was a little bad ass who caused trouble wherever he was sent off to. Only for a few weeks passed before his foster parents brought him back, having enough of his hell to which he is sent back into the orphanage system. Not one parent asked about the two small bumps on his back.
He had family on his mother's side but they didn't want anything to do with him. They called him a bastard child for his mother conceiving him out of wedlock with another man. His father knew Arthur wasn't his child but treated him as his own flesh and blood. His parents were dating a while before his mother got pregnant. Arthur's mother cheated on his stepfather with another man while they were separated a while.
It wasn't until he was seventeen, that he ran away from the orphanage and roamed the streets that the professor had found him. He was shivering, his wings covering his body in a cemetary in New Orleans. Professor Xavier, had gotten word of a so called Angel invading the cemetaries of New Orleans. Arthur always had a love for death and its complex questions about it. The cemetaries was a place where no one but the spirits of the departed ones, dared to disturb him.
Situated behind a statue of an angel, holding its hands out to the skies, was Arthur who had stashed himself away. When the Professor came upon him, along with his colleagues, he had been malnourished, dirt smearing his clothes and face, sickly thin from not getting anything to eat. He had rolled himself into a ball, his wings covering him for warmth
"Come on out Arthur, I am not going to harm you, the others don't want to harm you." he replied.
"How do you know my name" Arthur asked frightenly.
Arthur always had his guard up and would not let his wall of defense down, not even for a second. He had let it down once and it had cost him everything.
"Arthur is your name isn't it? I just do."
"Who are you? I never told anyone my name and how the hell did you know where I am" he shouted from his little ball he curled himself into.
"I am someone who knows these things, besides I cannot tell you more if you don't let me see your face."
"I don't know. . . how do I know you won't pull something over on me"
"I know that myself and the rest of my team will not trick you."
A few minutes passed before his wings moved uncovered him and rested on his back. From there it was history. Arthur was taken to the institute where he was given a place to stay and help out with his mutation. His gift and curse was the wings which were indestructible, could fly up to more than 325 miles per minute, see into the future or live in the past, he was nicknamed Angel of Death. Called him Angel of Death for any vision he had was of death and nothing but it.
"That is nice but be sure that the spray isn't permanent, we already had a problem last time when you sprayed your hair green for Saint Patrick's Day."
Arthur laughed to himself before replying, "Yeah, it took a month before it could come out and I kept getting stares from people in class because of it. I really didn't care."
"Just so you be warn," the Professor answered before wheeling himself away toward the other side of the dining area.
"Does that include us Professor with dealing with Dru tonight. I am getting the feeling she loves drama and craves for it. She might be one of those girls who craves attention for herself," Ororo quipped.
"She might, Logan not to sound rude but was there any mental illness in her mothers family," asked the Professor inquisitively.
"Wait, you think Dru might be. . ." Logan showed them by going cross eyed before stopping.
"Who knows but with Dru should could have some form of illness that might cause her to lash out and create drama."
Logan had to bite back what he wanted to say to the others. He couldn't believe that wanted to know if Dru was somehow fucked up in the head. Though Dru was a bit out of control sometimes, didn't automatically make her some sort of sociopath.
"No, Dru does not have some form of illness, my ex-wife from hell didn't have any illness other than depression but the doc said Dru would not get it passed on."
"Maybe, maybe not, Logan, who knows," questioned the Professor.
"We will have to wait until tonight, if she thinks of crashing the bash the students have put on," replied Ororo.
The group left the dining area, making plans if and when Dru would try to crash the part. They were in for a surprise.
AN: Alright wow, that took a shit load of time for me to do. It took me over two months, but don't worry I will try to get it faster. Yes, the story is less that my other chapters but I had school, boys, and things that needed attention. I will try to get the next chapter up and running in about a month. Yes but I can only do so much.
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Don't know how long the next chapter will take because I have been studying, social life, family vacations and all but if you can get me past 30 reviews than I will try my hardest to upload. No flaming and please nice constructive criticism and I do appreciate praise. It might take a while longer with the next chapter but I will try.
Next Chapter: Dru and Charlie are here and ready to raise some hell! What will happen at the bash? Will she get back at John and will Charlie have her! Who knows! Until next time.