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CHAPTER NINE

Uh oh, not good. There was a telepath trying to probe into her mind.

She clamped up her shields and thought she could hear someone exclaim somewhere close to hear.

She pretended to open her eyes tiredly and look around her, catching sight of Charles Xavier sitting by her bedside in his wheelchair.

"I am glad to see that you are awake, Beth. I apologize, sincerely, for Logan's behavior."

"Behavior? He almost killed me!"

"But undoubtedly he had reason to do so," added Charles, sitting back in his wheelchair as he contemplated her youthful, innocent face.

"Yes," admitted Beth. "We had a squabble over Remy, and…I guess you could say we had some unfinished business. I don't know what came over me." She hung her head, clasping it with her hands. "I don't even know who I am!"

"Neither does Logan, Beth. In that way, you are both similar. I am not certain, but I presume that you are a mutant…your shields are too strong for a normal human being."

"I don't have any powers, but Remy trained me well, I doubt that I'm a mutant," said Beth, slowly getting out of bed. She gasped at the slash on her chest and neck that showed through her top. "Wolfie did this?"

"Yes. He is currently re-growing his eyeballs. Fair is fair."

"Yes, well, he has a healing factor. This, on the other hand, is going to scar. Now I wonder what my face looks like."

"A bit bruised," answered Charles. "I will see that Hank patches you up. You'd best get down to lunch before all the food's gone."

Beth nodded, and gladly slipped away, carefully buttoning up the top as high as it would go, then wrapping a bright blue scarf around her neck. It was better than nothing, and she didn't want everyone to know about the fight just yet.

Jean and Cyclops had found them, and Xavier knew, but Logan would never tell anyone because he would be ashamed that she had beaten him. It was best that people didn't know everything about her. She sighed. There were things even Remy didn't know.

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"Wow, you're tough," exclaimed Jubilee. "One minute I hear you take a beating in the Danger Room, the next you can't wait to get down here to eat."

Beth just smiled as she heaped food onto her plate and poured herself a glass of milk. "Training always makes me hungry," she explained off-handedly as she began to eat like she hadn't eaten in days. She certainly hadn't eaten in this manner in a very long time.

It was strange, the memories that tickled lightly at her brain. She had remembered, quite a while before, a voice, that kept on saying to her, in a calm, cold manner 'Kill and eat.'

She had no idea what it meant. She just hoped that Remy returned as soon as possible.

Warren glared at Beth from the other side of the table, and she gave him an innocent smile in return.

Until then, it would almost be fun.

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"Red, I tell you now, I never attack someone without reason. That girl is a mutant, and she is feral. You should have seen her, she's a killer—"

"Logan, that's quite enough. I have the security tape, and although the view was obstructed by some poles, I did see you lunge at her, and they you began fighting. You slashed her and she poked you twice in the face, at which time you fell off of the platform and were knocked unconscious from the fall. Then Beth collapsed. I saw all that very clearly, and I know that you are as much to blame as she is. I know about that fight you two had when she first arrived, and how you seemed to distrust her ever since, but I tell you, Logan, she's innocent."

"That's what you believe, Jean?" Wolverine got up and paced over to the window.

"I've been alive long enough to know when something's not right. She's a mutant, and she's highly trained. It isn't something that Gambit could've accomplished in one year."

"What do you know, Logan?" Jean retorted. "None of us have seen him for five years. We don't know if he can still fight, if he's an amazing teacher or a pathetic drunk…we know nothing, nothing at all."

"We don't know nothin' about Beth, either, Red," he answered calmly.

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"Professor? Have ya got a minute?"

"Of course, Logan, come in," answered the man behind the desk. He smiled, then frowned. "You're worried about Beth, I see."

Logan sat down. "Yeah…"

"And you have come to me to ask for her to be transported elsewhere?"

Logan brightened slightly at the idea. "That would be nice—"

"But I won't do it," broke in Xavier sternly. "I have no reason to believe that she would purposely harm anyone unless they had insulted Remy Lebeau's name. So far she has only shown dislike for Warren and yourself, and you are the only two to upset her. Her grudge lies mainly with Mr. Worthington. She merely dislikes you for getting in her way."

"No!" Logan stood up suddenly, tipping the chair back. "She's fooled you, too? What, Charlie, ya just gonna wait around 'til a body turns up, and then try to get rid of her. I can smell the killer on her. She reeks of bloodlust!"

"Logan! That's enough. She's one of my students now. I have seen a part of her mind and she is an innocent, confused girl who has certainly suffered the removal of a great deal of her memories. I can see great potential in her. If she is dangerous now, she will not be by the time Remy returns." The older man relaxed slightly. "I am not one to make bad judgments, especially ones that could endanger my school. Beth will remain here for now."

The Wolverine narrowed his eyes. "You've made it real easy for her, Chuck. Real easy."

A.N: Another very short chapter. It will fall together with time. So, have you read A Cut of Cajun…and do you think I should continue. Well, keep reviewing, and I will keep writing!