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Chapter 3: Loss of Control

I pressed my foot down on the accelerator. The Jeep's tires gripped the parking lot tarmac and the car jolted forward. Sorry Logan, but you shouldn't trust people like that. I hurried the Jeep along out onto the open road and put on some serious speed.

My stomach twisted into knots. That doesn't feel too good. I pushed the feelings aside and sped up even more. My eyes suddenly blurred up and for a frightening second, I was completely blind. I slammed on the brakes and my vision cleared. What is going on with me?

I started moving forward again, but not as fast this time. My legs trembled beneath me and my hands were shaking on the steering wheel. I can't drive, not like this. I slowed the Jeep to a crawl and pulled over to the side of the road.

My stomach lurched under me again and I vomited out the open window. Stumbling out the car, I leant against it to support myself. A wave of nausea swept over me and I retched again, this time falling to my knees. My neck throbbed and I pulled at my collar with weak hands.

Through my blurring eyes, I could vaguely see streaks of pulsing blue at the edge of my vision. They seemed to be radiating from me. I looked down at my body and felt another urge to puke. My body was glowing blue. Why isn't my collar working? I tried to shut off the power that was seeping from me. It wouldn't.

I couldn't say how long I lay there, desperately trying to gain control again. Dawn eventually broke, and I felt the warmth on my face. And with its strengthening heat, I knew Logan would come for me, Logan and Magneto.

I struggled to my feet and managed to get back to the door of the Jeep. Another wave of nausea and power hit me and I crumpled, my palm pressing against the metal of the car as though it was a stress ball.

"Shouldn't you be busy running away?" a voice asked casually. I groaned and managed to pull myself around to face the speaker. It was Logan. What a surprise. I gritted my teeth, too aware of how every molecule of my agony was clearly displayed on my face. Logan took a long look at me and sucked in a breath. "You look terrible."

I sucked air in through my teeth. "Wow, you're so subtle. You could charm the tail off a mouse," I managed to grind out. But I couldn't keep up the act and with another moan, I fell back into the dirt. I heard hurried footsteps, and suddenly Logan was beside me, a worried hand placed on my arm. "Don't, don't..." I forced out.

"What?"

"Don't touch me!" I screamed and tried to wretch out of his grasp. I was aware of something now; the energy inside of me was beginning to focus. Logan held on tightly, maybe just out of reflex. In a flash, the energy was released, blinding.

When it finally dissipated, I felt better, but only for the second before I saw Logan. He had slashes all over his body, quickly blossoming red. His skin was scorched raw and bloody. I caught the expression in his eyes, a look of pure agony. Then he keeled over slowly, face hitting the dirt.

No, no, no, no, no, no. This couldn't happen, not now, not again. I could feel tears sliding down my face, wet cold, cruel. No matter what, it would always end this way. A strangled sob escaped my throat. I gently turned Logan over. His face was so still, calm and peaceful.

And then the moron scared me half to my own death by giving a huge great gasp! Dead people don't gasp, it's rule number one. And he had gasped. Needless to say, I almost wet my pants, almost. Then I smacked him on the head, and his eyes opened as well, freaking me out even more. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I fumed. He smirked slightly, sat up and began rubbing the place where I'd hit him.

"I don't suppose you've ever heard of a healing mutation?" he asked smugly.

"So I guess you're immortal too?" I retorted. It was a rather sucky retort, but what can I say, they guy had just come back from the dead.

"Yeah," he answered. At that point I might have gaped at him, just a little bit. Logan, getting his senses back, noticed my wet cheeks. "You didn't need to cry for me," he told me. "I wasn't crying, you just kicked up a lot of dust when you fell and some got in my eyes," I covered. He shrugged noncommittally.

"So what exactly just happened?" he asked. I gave him a calculating glance. It's not like I could trust him, not with the absolute truth.

"I was just blowing off steam; it happens occasionally. Normally my collar helps keep the power in check, but sometimes it doesn't." I inwardly winced at my explanation. It sounded pretty pathetic, even to me. But Logan just shrugged again. I felt bitter. I was caught now, I had to go with him. And I knew, from experience, that it's best to do what the "controller" wants before he gets pissed. I managed to scramble to my feet and stagger to the Jeep. God, I'm getting tired of that car. I clambered in the passenger seat and did up my seatbelt. Logan clambered in beside me. I could see he was mildly surprised by my lack of fighting, but he kept his mouth shut as he started up the engine. I curled up with my back to him and stared out the window, the scenery blurring as we sped up.