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7 days earlier:
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Her lies condemned him. She knew that with the same clarity that she knew that the global vengeance would someday come for her.
For she has taken a god and made him a mortal, stripping him bare, his emotions visible to the whole world to see. And then, after the throne of the Olympus has being taken away from him, she left.
Logan told her that it shouldn't bother her. Because it wasn't all her fault. Couples do that sometimes, fight. And the fact that in one disastrous word she could crumble all that she's ever loved, was part of her.
Part of her curse, she said.
He only smiled and hugged her with metal claws.
If she was honest with herself, and with him, none of what happened later would have. The gods that she has worshipped were of equality and justice, science was the fire on which her torch burnt at nights. Yet she mocked them when it suited her, it seemed. When it was most critical, she chose to become a coward.
No one can be a saint forever, Logan told her.
But he never even tried. How could he ever know the feeling of an angel that his wings were clipped?
She strolled in the long halls of the school like a ghost, her face ashen, her eyes like falling stars. And she wept and dreamt of worse beginnings and better endings, for that what truly mattered in her world. The mind shouldn't remember all the ugly parts, so why should the middle count?
She remembered starry days and thunderous mornings, nights of passion that healed her heart. Yet her mind was trickier than her, it sometimes showed her what she never wanted to see. She closed her mind to those mirages, attaching paperclips to Logan's butterfly collection. She talked and painted and laughed, for she's been the only mind reader now that the professor died. She was the only one who knew she was faking.
That was the weird part, really. That no one seemed to sense that she was pretending. And that bothered her more than it should have, probably. Because she was used of being called on her bluffs. The professor was always there to remind her to be true, and even him, whom she blamed with so much passion with apathy, always knew to pull her through.
Logan couldn't do that, and it bothered her sometimes. Because he could follow her trails to the end of the world, her smell and his senses a prefect match, but there was no one left to find her wandering sanity anymore. Her mind was nothing more than a clog in the dreams she wove.
So she continued being herself as if nothing ever mattered but being the best teacher this school has ever seen. Yet she knew that she couldn't be this perfect image, not anymore. Not when her demons would someday break free.
And they will, she knew that. Because even demons have wishes of their own.
So she killed them, her demons. Who needed them, anyway? Who needed to be human when you were mutant?
And at nights she dreamt of better understandings, the kind that comes from meeting more people, and less with having a natural gift. The pull that comes only to a selected few who were fortunate enough to care. And she cared once, no more.
There was no one left to care about.
"I've had a really huge fight with him today." She hissed into Logan's neck, biting the raw flesh and finding a perverse joy in seeing the usually perfect skin broken. But the ecstasy stayed only a few minutes. No joy should last longer.
He moaned his disapproval and she only laughed for his insecurities. She's not going to return to Scott even if he begged which is very unlikely to happen. But they were still attached in a force that she seemed to never be able to break. His fault, probably.
Her fault.
The romantic music in the background was changed into the news. Typical. The real world has a knack to interfere in the most unbecoming times.
The Mayer Folroy proclaimed that the new progressive taxing system should reveal to be beneficial already in the coming year. 'the treasury has never being in a better state,' he said to the press, ' and the new reform should bring the expected growth.'
Lies of politician are the lies of mere humans, afraid. She knew the difference now between sweet spoken lies and those that are being shouted in harsh hatred.
Both are truth in their own way, both are disastrous just the same.
The 4 Hitchhikers' Murderers should come to trial next Sunday. The Judge Stanly Branford predicts their punishment to be a lethal injection. Those 4 murders were known for their brutality as they used to strangle their victims before they cut them into pieces and put them in cloth covered jars. The defenses will probably plead for insanity.
The evil of mankind is all consuming, she thought as she buried herself further into Logan's body. Her nails marked his skin and his mouth covered her own. She moaned and screamed and through the heat and fogginess, she continued listening to the hypnotizing carelessness of the narrator:
There were more 3 traffic victims this weekend. The police is yet to determined the cause.
Electroditis has announced a new solar technology that should start lighting their plant starting of today, ' this new technology is environment- friendly and we can all rest assured that it would not run out in the next millennia or so. I think this is safe to claim that this is a true miracle.'
And for another matter, the new legislation against mutants has produced large protest in humanitarian groups. The head of Michigan University, Efraim Devevich assured that he would fight for the freedom of those who can't. A large campaign against the humanitarian crimes should take place this Tuesday in front of the government's house.
She knew that at least some of this should matter to her. She's a part of the human race, she should listen, she should protest for her own rights.
Only, she was too tired for that now. She was too tired to care.
Even then she knew that in time she would come to regret her apathy, but hindsight Is an annoying things. Besides, how can a phoenix be reborn from the ashes if it was never burnt?