Chapter 11
After about an hour, I finally dragged myself from the shower. The water felt so good, I didn't want to leave, but I knew I would look like a prune afterwards.
I dried off and changed into a pair of jeans and a pink tank top. I let my wings free, and proceeded to dry my hair. When that was done, I left the long curls to fall to my back. I applied a little bit of makeup and I was done.
I put on some shoes and checked to make sure everything was in it's place. I used my mind to call for Jean, and five minutes later, there was a knock.
I opened it to find Jean standing there with a polite and gentle smile.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said.
We walked down the hallway with her telling where everything was located. She walked down the stairs and went to the elevator. The elevator took us down below, where the secretive things took place.
Jean led me into a room which looked like a hospital, without the horrid white color everywhere.
"We're gonna run a few tests on you to see what your capable of. Alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's fine." I said.
She had me change into a pair of black shorts and a black tank top. I retracted my wings, so I could lay on my back.
I was in there for what seemed like days, but before I could blink, Jean told me I was done.
"You can go change now." she said. I changed back into my original clothes and freed my wings.
"So, what now?" I asked her.
"Well, I am going to discuss these with the others. But after that, no doubt the professor will want to talk to you."
"Okay." I said.
"Katriana, have you thought about what the professor said at all?" she asked.
"Uh yea I did, and I would like to continue. I mean, I spent the last five years learning this stuff so, why not finish it off." I said.
"Great. I'll let the professor know. Um, you can go get something to eat or do whatever you would like. The professor will call you when he's ready." said Jean.
"Alright." I said. I left the room and began walking down the metal hallways. I was lost. I didn't know where to go. Everything looked the same.
"Lost?" said a gruff voice from behind me. I smiled and turned.
"Yes actually." I said. I saw him give a slight smirk.
"This way." he said using a slight nod with his head. I followed him as he came to an alcove looking wall. He pushed a button and the door opened.
"Don't worry. Everyone gets lost their first time." he said.
"Even you?" I said with a smile.
He laughed. "Yeah, even me." he said.
The elevator stopped and opened. We walked out and I stopped. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I must have looked very confused because I felt a slight feather touch to my arm.
I turned to see Logan looking at me with a searching look.
"Ya hungry?" he asked.
"Yeah, a little."
He took me to the kitchen and grabbed some food from the fridge.
"It won't be burgers and fries will it?" I asked.
He laughed. "No." he said. "This time it will be hot dogs and a coke."
"Well I guess that's a little better." I laughed.
He finished the hot dogs and brought them over to me. I ate them, occasionally looking around the kitchen. This house was amazing. Never had I seen anything so huge!
"Nice isn't it?" he said.
"It's beautiful." I said, looking around.
"Sure is." I heard him whisper. I turned to see him looking at me. His gaze looked full of passion and longing. I didn't know how to take this, and I was very uncomfortable with his staring.
"Katriana." I heard. I looked around to find nobody but Logan. "Katriana, it is me, the professor. I would like for you to join me in my office please. As soon as you can. Which I can presume will be immediately."
The professor could tell I was uncomfortable, so I took the much needed interruption.
"Uh, the professor just called me. He would like me to join him, so I will see you later." I said. I threw my trash away and walked quickly out of the kitchen.
"Professor, she has many extraordinary abilities, and I am afraid that if she doesn't want to remember what she needs to remember, than I am afraid we cannot help her." said Jean.
"What exactly is it that makes her so unique?" asked the professor.
"She has an exceptional healing ability. When mutants have a healing ability, it is far different than the others. Each healing ability has a slight variation in the DNA. Well, when I ran tests on Katriana, I noticed that her healing ability looked oddly familiar. It is the exact same DNA as Logan's." said Jean.
Everyone went quiet for a minute.
"Professor, I don't think these dreams are of Logan; I believe these dreams are of her." said Jean.
"You talked to her correct?" asked Scott. "She didn't say anything of not remembering her past or anything. From what we can see, she knew her past life and every detail involved with it."
"We will get to the bottom of this. For know, let me talk with her and see what I can come up with." said the professor.
There was a knock on the door, and in walked Katriana.
"Professor?" I asked knocking on the door. I opened the door to find, Ororo, Scott, and Jean. "I'm not interrupting am I?" I asked.
"No, not at all. Please come in." said the professor.
As I walked in, every filed out, leaving only me and the professor.
"Please, have a seat." said the professor. I sat down and waited for him to begin talking. "So, Katriana, we ran some tests on you, and we have found some things that are quiet interesting."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Katriana, do you remember your past?" asked the professor.
"For the most part. I remember growing up with my parents, and everything seemed normal. Then, one day, I came across the fact that I was not human. I could do things that, no one else could. I remember that I had moved my hair brush with my mind, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. My parents didn't see this as a bad thing, they were just worried. So, they saw this article in the paper about a man who could possibly help people who were mutants. So, my parents called them, and I was sent out to this building in the middle of nowhere. I was scared within inches of my life, but there was one guy who made me feel safe, that comforted me. I sat in this room, when a guy in a lab coat came for me. As he opened the door, I walked down the hallway. I instantly knew something was wrong. It didn't look like any type of medical building I had ever been in. He opened a door at the end of the hallway, and I saw this huge room in front of me. I remember seeing x-ray boards, and tons of medical supplies. There were needles, gauze, everything you could possibly imagine. In the middle of the room was a tank, and inside was the man that had comforted me earlier. He looked to be sleeping, but he was underwater. I didn't get to look much because I was shoved into a cell in the back."
I took a deep breathe and continued.
"I sat there for days, crying, listening to the screams of people who were being tormented. Then one day, they pulled me from my cell and strapped me to a table. They had ran tests on me earlier to see what exactly I was capable of. They injected me with so many different types of liquids I had lost count. I remember being thrown back into my cell, and I laid there for days. I would get chills, and I would shake to the point of exhaustion. They did more tests afterwards, and I could remember them saying that, over my lifetime, I would continue to develop different types of abilities. I would continue to mutate, to be able to control every power that came into my grasp. They put me back into my cell and I sat there for a few more days."
I didn't want to continue, but the look upon the professors face made me realize that I owed him this explanation.
"The day that I was rescued was the day that I will always remember. I was in my cell when I heard an animalistic scream. I knew it was the man who they had been testing on ever since I had got there. I heard people scream, shots being fired. I curled up into a ball and cried, hoping that someone would come for me. Pretty soon the whole place was silent, like a graveyard. I sat there for a few days, until I heard a door open and I saw a figure stand in front of my cell. I heard a metal sound, and the door was ripped off of its hinges. I saw the man that had been there with me in the beginning. He had blood all over him, and he looked to be almost dead. I was almost unconscious when he picked me up and took me away. I woke up on the doorstep of someone I didn't know, but they took me in and raised me as if I were their own."
I stopped. I realized that I had cried through my entire story, but didn't notice it until now. I wiped them away and looked to the professor. He had a look upon his face of pure shock, along with pity. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me, but actually knowing that someone cared made me rethink my actions.
"Whatever happened to your parents?" he asked.
"I tried to find them when I was older, but they had died shortly after sending me off to that place. Apparently it was an accident, but I knew it wasn't."
The professor only nodded. I looked out the window as more tears fell from eyes.
"Katriana, we believe that, you and Logan were part of the same experiment group. The man who saved you, who comforted you when you were scared, who kept you alive, was Logan." said the professor.
"What?" I asked, not believing a word. "But that would make him,"
"Old? Yes, but if you remember, with your healing ability, it is impossible to determine your age."
This was too much. I looked down to the floor and put my head in my hands. 'Could it have been Logan? Was that the reason he had helped me back in Canada?'
There were too many questions and I was exhausted.
"Professor," I started.
"Get some rest Pixie. No doubt you are tired from your travels." he said.
"Pixie?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
"That is what Logan calls you is it not?" he asked with a smile.
"I'd rather he not, but we both know that we can't stop him." I said.
"Well, I like the name on you, and I am quiet sure that Logan has taken quiet a liking to you, also." he said.
"Logan? No, he's to into himself to think about anyone else." I said, trying to believing my own words.
I got up to leave when the professors next words stopped me.
"He thought about you did he not? All those years, these past few weeks. He has surely had you on his mind for awhile, but he just can't remember."
"You know?"
"I know more about him than you think. But, it is up to him whether he wants to find his past and the people that were involved with it. Go, get some sleep and we will talk more tomorrow when you are refreshed." he said.
I nodded and left his office. I walked up to my room and shut the door. I slid to the floor, tears falling from my face. I hadn't thought about that time since I was 12. Could that man all those years ago possibly have been Logan? And did Logan really care about me?
I was starting to get a headache. I got up and went into the bathroom and took two Tylenol. I laid down on my bed and curled up into the blankets, letting sleep wash over me like the morning fog.