And here yo go, chapter two of "Mar del Destino" (Sea of Destiny) please remember to review


Chapter two

Something about the way the girls ice blue eyes pierced his subconscious, keep Logan from getting even a wink of sleep that night.

He even resorted to counting sheep but got to annoyed with the little puff balls that they caused him to get up out of bed for a drink.

The TV in the lounge was on meaning someone else was awake besides himself, but that really wasn't all that strange.

He walked past the lounge and into the kitchen where he was met by Kurt, the Nightcrawler. "Hello Logan." He said nervously. The marks of his skin, or angelic symbols, had increased since the last time they met, meaning he'd commited a few more sins in the past. Logan nodded a greeting as he peered into the fridge for something to drink. "This place never has any beer." He complained. "I could get you some." Kurt offered. "Nah, its fine. I'm sort of getting used to soda." Logan said showing Kurt the can of Cola in his hands.

There was a pause for a very long time before Kurt opened his mouth to speak. "I haven't seen Scott around. How is he taking all this… Jean's death?" he asked. Logan let out a sort of chuckle as he began to take down the carbonated beverage.
"He's… taking it." He commented as he placed the can on the marble counter.

Suddenly Logan felt a plunge in his stomach. He grabbed the counter top and clutched his waist. "Logan, are you alright?" Kurt asked in concern as he neared his friend. "I don't know, something's wrong." He threw the can down and went out into the hallway. He ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He looked into the mirror at his face. Two circles marks the spots below his eyes. "Lovely." He said groaning. He turned the knobs to the sink, hoping the cool water would help him relax. But to his utmost disappointment, nothing came out of the faucet.

"Damn Piping." He muttered as he looked under the faucet to check for anything that might block the water from running.

Then he tried another faucet. Still nothing. And then another but he only got the same result each time. "What the hell?" Logan rubbed his head in frustrating. "Ah, Forget it." He stormed out of the bathroom and back into the hall.

"Logan."

It was the girl, she was calling him again.

"Logan."

He had to get to the laboratory. For some reason he knew that something was wrong with the girl. She needed help.

Once he made it to the laboratory, he found that all the tubes on the counter, filled with her blood, were violently knocking back and forth. What's going on? Logan asked himself as he neared the counter. "Logan." The voice was strong and as soon as it came the tubes fell to the ground violently breaking against the floor.

The floor was now covered in her blue blood and the shuttered glass.

Logan spotted the water glass he had left in the laboratory earlier. It wasn't moving so he walked toward it, curious. He took the glass into his hands. "Logan, water." The girl cried into his head. Puzzled he looked down at the glass in his hands and slowly made his way to the girl's side. The water began to ripple the nearer he came to her.

Then when he was right at her bedside the water came up and over the glass, falling down upon the girls face, filling it with color, life.

A smile curled across the girls lips. She sighed deeply as if the water itself were what brought her back to life. She blinked her eyes several times before fully opening them, revealing two icy blue irises.

Logan stumbled backward. "This is only a dream again, I fell to sleep after all and I'm dreaming all this!" He shouted to himself, trying to wake him from this never ending nightmare.

The girl only smiled at him, her legs flung over the edge of the bed, revealing equally pale ligaments to match her face and arms. When the girl had arrived at the mansion she had been completely wrapped in a black clock. Underneath the cape was a beautiful black silk dress, hanging down from two spaghetti straps. The dress came down to her knees and ended all frayed and torn.

The cloak had been removed for her to be examined more closely, but out of privacy for the girl, the dress remained.

Her tiny feet touched the ground lightly, like rose petals on a pond.

"It can't be…Is that really you?" She reached her arms forward. "How do you know me?"Logan asked in panic. "You don't recognize me?" the girl asked, her voice depressing. "I thought… after all this time you might have remembered me." She lowered her arms and bowed her head.

"You must have me mistaken. We've never met." The girl nodded sadly. "I'm sorry, you just…" Her eyes caught his. "You look so much like him." She stepped forward and hissed. Looking down she realized she had stepped into a piece of the broken glass. Tickles of blue blood ran from the sole of her foot. "Oh god, hold on, I'll get it out." Logan said taking the girl by the shoulders and helping her sit down.

"Don't bother, I can handle it." The girl smiled and reached down toward her foot. Taking the small piece between her finger tips, she yanked the glass from her skin. She moved her hand over the wound and immediately the blood stopped running through the cut. Closing her eyes she pressed down hard onto the wound. When she released her hand, there was nothing there but the roughness at the bottom of her foot.

Logan watched as she did this, intensively. "You can heal." He said, more of fact then question. The girl looked up and nodded. "Yes, and so can you." Logan's eyes widened. "How did you…" The girl giggled. "I can read other Mutants powers, though I can not read how strong they are but I can predict if they are worthy opponents or likely friends." Logan smirked. "And what am I?"

The girl stood up again and extended her hand. "My Name's Destiny." She introduced. "I'm Logan, but I don't shake hands." He said. Destiny looked at him in puzzlement.

Stepping back, Logan released his metals claws to show her. "Oh, I see." She came forward closer. "Can I…?" she extended her pale hand to touch the claws. Quickly, Wolverine retreated and the Claws jolted back into his knuckles. "I'd rather you didn't."

The girl looked away from him at the metal doors marks with an X. "Are those the doors out of here?" she asked. Logan nodded. "Well then, is there anyway that I could…" she paused and turned to face him. "Get a place to stay?" she asked finally.

"I don't see why not."

The girl smiled brightly and ran toward him. "Thank you Logan!" she shouted as she wrapped him in an embrace. "Okay! If you're going to be staying here you have to get one thing straight." The girl looked up at him. "Sure, what is it?" Logan slightly pushed her back. "I don't do hugs."

Destiny walked down the hallway gazing lovingly at the fish tank they passed. "Logan, those fish need food. Someone forget to feed them today." She stopped and smiled at the three gold fish that swam around the large glass tank.

"I'm sure someone will do it later, come on we have to get going." Logan commanded, ushering her back into the hallway. "But Logan the fish…"

"Ah! Destiny has finally awoken from her slumber."

They both stopped to see Professor Xavier in his metal wheel chair in front of them. "A mind reader…" Destiny mumbled in wide eyed wonder.

"She can um… see the abilities of other mutants." Logan explained.

"Well then, it's a pleasure to have you with us Destiny." Xavier said extending his hand for her to shake. She gladly took it and smiled.

"I'm Professor Xavier, head of this school. Follow me and I'll see what I can do about getting you a room to stay in." Destiny slowly followed behind him as they headed into the center of the school, the dorms. Logan began to walk the other way, back to his own room.

"Logan!" Destiny called.

He slowly turned around to see her smiling face.

"Good Night Logan." She said as waved good bye. Then silently she turned back to Professor Xavier and kept on walking.

"Good Night kiddo." Logan whispered.

"Professor, how long has this school been around?" Destiny asked as she ran her fingers along the plastered walls. "A very long time Destiny but I'm afraid not long enough." He turned at a right corner and headed down a long dark hallway.

"These are our Student dorms; there are some freshman rooms here and there, but mostly juniors and seniors. You are fifteen correct?" Xavier asked. Destiny nodded. She knew she didn't need to speak for him to know the answer.

"How's this room?"

Destiny stopped and looked around the room that had now been revealed to her. It was a reasonable size with afull size bed by a small window in the corner. The sheets on the bed were cream white and two soft pillows lay on top, beckoning her to just sit down and go to sleep.

She moved in a little more and saw a closet on the left hand side. She opened the wooden doors and saw clothes hanging from side to side. "What's all this?" Destiny asked as she pulled out a blue plaid skirt with spics of pink inside the fabric.

"The girl, who was staying in this room before you, left some of her things behind." Xavier explained. "Now you go to sleep and we will talk more about your abilities tomorrow." He moved toward the door and reached up to turn the lights out. "Good Night Destiny." He said as he turned down the hallway.

"Good night Professor." Destiny called out. As she closed the door behind him, she felt a new sensation of belonging.

She pulled the sheets of her new bed down and jumped onto the mattress. "My new home." She sung as she slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.