As promised, another chapter for all of you angels who've been reviewing your asses off. Kudo's for you. Like many other authors, writers block does tend to bitch out on me quite a bit, but I keep trying.
Anyway, this chapter is longer then usual. I'm a dick and love to leave you hanging at the end, but I'll try to be nice this time. I can't promise that Logan will be back soon, but I'll surely give you some insight.
As always, you bitches complete me. Cheers for another chapter finished!
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"In love, you don't want to fall softly. You want to fall hard."-Maya Berheart
"Yuck!" I spat out the over-done coffee, pushing the mug away. Jean walked into the kitchen, wearing a mocking smile. Ugh, piss of bitch.We'd only spoken when we had to. Most of the time, I did tried my best to ignore her. So I ditched before she had the chance to strike up a conversation.
Three months. He'd been gone for over three months. Not that I blamed him, for others in this place were surely in on it. But I had allies. Rogue and Jubilee were always there for me, as was Rogue's boyfriend Bobby, who I'd come to like. I spent most of my time with them, talking and laughing, just as I'd done when Logan was around. He'd want me to be happy.
That afternoon, Rogue took me shopping and I had no doubt that Bobby would tag along. We shifted from store to store. After a while, our stomachs began to growl. "Can we eat now?" I tugged on Rogue's arm before we could hit another department store.
"Yeah," Bobby chimed in, "All this walking is making me hungry." Rogue rolled her eyes but agreed. We ended up buying Chinese, and sat down in a non-populated area.
Rogue and Bobby held hands under the table. Although I smiled, it felt like a part of me was missing. "So," Rogue mumbled blatantly, "What stores should we go to next? How about..." Bobby and I both groaned in unison. My feet were already hurting.
I glanced around the food court, trying to take my mind off shopping and designer clothes. All around me, people were chatting, having a good time. Even Bobby and Rogue were now engaged in a private conversation.
"I'll be right back." My head was spinning and I needed to get away from it all. Rogue shot me a look of concern but nodded, understanding what was going on. I made a beeline towards the restrooms, skimming through the crowds of people. My sight was dimming. My legs moved faster, trying to avoid bumping innocent bystanders.
By the time I reached the women's bathroom, I could no longer see. My fingers moved against the walls, guiding me. Luckily, I made it to the nearest stall before the vision began.
"Everything was dark, even the sky, for no moon was shining tonight. I lay, coiled in chains. Unborn silence haunted the room in which I was held prisoner. Fear invaded as voices began to speak.
"Kill her." My body winced at the iciness in the man's tone. The sound of feet moved closer. I shuddered. My eyes slowly closed as a feeling of defeat arose.
"Please," I begged, trying not to let the pain seep through. "What do you want?" The voices remained quiet although they seemed to laugh at my ignorance.
"Carcayú, kill her!" The man's voice was shaking now. I hadn't understood the first word, for he'd spoken in a different language. My heart pounded loudly against my chest."
And with that, it was over. The blindness faded away, leaving me frightened and confused. I unlocked the bathroom door and headed back to find Rogue and Bobby.
"There you are!" Rogue sighed impatiently, "You've been gone for almost half an hour." It'd felt like only minutes. I slid down into my seat. Bobby pushed a coke towards me, which I graciously refused.
Bobby's eyebrow's furrowed together, reminding me of Logan. "You look like you could use some caffeine. You're so...how do I put this nicely...you look so lifeless." Indeed, lifeless described my personality at this point in time perfectly.
The rest of the day was spent trying on sweaters, jeans, dresses, scarves...any clothing apparel Rogue could get her hands on. I drew the line when she headed towards the lingerie. "Common Julie, You have such a nice figure, why not show it off?" We ended up spending more money on bra's and underwear then we did anything else. But I had to admit, it was fun.
"Julianne...Julianne...wake up." I stirred as gentle hands nudged at my shoulder. Scott stood over my bed, wearing a heavy jacket, combat boots and clutching a ragged suitcase. It was still dark outside.
"What's going on?" My words slurred due to lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes, trying to see clearer.
"You have to go. I've brought you a suitcase." He paused for a moment but then continued. "The Professor needs you to pack necessary items and warm clothes. I'll be escorting you to your destination."
"What-t, Scott, What kind of drugs are you on?" He stared down at me. I uncomfortably attempted to solve the mystery in his eyes, but he held firm.
"I am not obliged to answer questions. Just do as I say and you will be safe." The authority in his tone made me want to obey, but it also frightened me. Reluctantly, I began packing every item my hands came across until I could barely close the suitcase. I grabbed the only winter coat I owned, and followed him down to the garage. We piled my luggage into his Cadillac, and drove off, not bothering to look back.
"I can't thank you enough."
"It wasn't for his sake, it was for hers."
"I know..."
Voices woke me from an uneventful sleep. I was swathed in a brown parka, snuggled up, head against the car's side window. My breath was visible in the winter weather. The sun was just beginning to rise. "Scott?" I croaked, pulling the coat tighter to my chest.
Scott opened the car door, and helped me out. I wobbled a bit, so used to being cramped up in a car for hours. Professor Xavier sat patiently in his wheelchair, eyeing my nonchalant behavior. We'd parked in some sort of cave entrance. As usual, I couldn't bite back the questions that popped into my head. "Whats going on?"
The professor understood my curiosity, everyone had become so accustomed to it. "My dear," He moved closer to grasp my hand. "You are the first under aged mutant to ever take part in such a high-rate rescue mission. Mind due, it did seem necessary at the time. You will be of great assitantance." The old man smiled, but it was short lived. "But" He grimaced, "I fear that in helping us, you may face great pain. A non receding pain that may control your future ahead." Silence echoed the cave, as each person dared move. "Do you accept?"
Without realizing the truth in his words, I foolishly gave my life, and heart away, in the service of all mutant existence. I nodded, but the professor did not smile, for he recognized my personal fault.
"Who, may I ask, are we rescuing?" I questioned, as they lead me deeper into the mouth of the cave.
Scott grunted, trying to hold back a smile. "Logan."
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