Chapter 15
On The Road Again
Logan was driving fast, agitated and preoccupied. John was fiddling with his lighter on my right hand side, while Bobby was tapping his fingers on his knee on my left. I was literally in a state of mental shock. I couldn't think. I didn't know what had happened. All I could see was the soldier lying on the ground, lifeless. I had killed someone without even thinking. My mind began to clear up a little bit, and I watched Rogue hand Logan a chain with a dog tag on it.
"Here. It's yours." she said quietly, dropping it in his hand quickly, to avoid contact.
"What the hell happened back there? Who was that?" John asked, clicking his lighter frantically.
"Stryker...His name is Stryker." Logan said quietly.
"Who is he?" Rogue asked.
"I don't remember." Logan answered.
"So, I'm thinking Scott's not gonna like blood all over the Italian leather interior of his Mazda X-5." John said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, looking down at my bare legs.
"It's not like she's doing it on purpose." Bobby said, sighing.
John leaned over me and reached over to the front of the car.
"I don't like uncomfortable silences." he explained, fiddling with the stereo. He hit a button and NSYNC came blaring out of the speakers. We all winced simultaneously. I went to cover my ears, but the motion set my skin on fire. I stifled a moan and slowly lowered my hands back to my lap and stared at the ceiling of the car.
"Scott listens to NSYNC?" Logan remarked.
"I'm not sure if I should be more disturbed at the fact that he has an NSYNC CD or that you recognize it." John said to Logan, snapping his lighter, the emblazoned shark glinting at me in the moonlight.
John pushed another button and a little metallic disk slid out of the dashboard.
"I don't think that's the CD player." John said slowly.
"Brilliant, John." Rogue said sarcastically.
Logan took it from John and pocketed it.
"So where are we going?" Bobby asked.
"Storm and Jean are in Boston. We'll head that way." Logan decided aloud.
"My parents live in Boston." Bobby said quietly.
"Good." Logan said.
Click.
Snap.
Click.
Snap.
"John, please stop that." I asked quietly, clutching my head. I felt funny. My head was swimming.
"Headache?" Bobby asked, looking at me, and I could see evident concern in his blue eyes.
"I feel funny." I said slowly.
John glanced over at me, reached over, and plucked something small out of my shoulder.
He held out a tranquilizer dart with a crack in the side, where I could see the liquid dripping out onto the floor, mixed with my blood.
I stared at it for a moment.
"How are you…" Bobby started to say, before completely fading away.
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