Chapter Six- Like Everyone else

I teetered around on the bed trying to figure out my feelings. Logan had positioned himself in front of the window, his palm flat against the sill as he frowned with distaste and disapproval "There is no limit...no line...they never stop" his tone was bitter, cold enough to make me shiver. My hair fell over my shoulder in silken strands as I eyed him curiously. Logan was a very curious kind of man. He suddenly looked at me over his shoulder, our eyes met and I trapped my lower lip between my teeth "What do you think about all of this?" he asked as his eyes softened "I mean...you have to be pissed...just a little...right?"

I merely stared at him through dark eyes and continued to silently chew my lower lip. "Nod yes or no" his tone conveyed patience. He was trying to understand me.
My head lulled as my eyes locked on my hands in my lap. I had no clue how to answer, yes it was terrible that the humans hated us so much they would try to force a cure on us but it's also sad that they are freighted enough to think they have to cure us...is it not horrible to live in constant fear...no one should have to live like that. Looking up at Logan I shook my head slowly, brown hair cascading around my shoulders as I gave him my final answer. His eyes narrowed and his jaw set stiffly "No?" he questioned "How can you even...God damn it Lira! They're wrong! We all see it why can't you, Huh?" his voice was a low growl deep in the back of his throat as he trudged toward me, his feet heavy on the floor as he gripped the upper part of my left arm with a rough hand "Why can't you?" he repeated staring into my eyes.

I bit down hard on my lower lip and tried to think up the words, something, anything at all 'They are scared too, Logan' it flowed out smoothly at last.

"They're scared? You saw that news report, Jesus Christ, Kid!" He screamed in my face in a way that made me tremble, shifting uncomfortably on the bed so I was on my knees "Those mutants were burned to death! You wanna tell me they are scared?"

'Why Does my opinion on the subject matter to you so much? I only just got here not long ago...ask someone else...I'm sure they all share your opinion, Logan' It was all I could think up, it was the truth anyhow, I had no business having an opinion.

His fingers flexed against my arm as he pulled me closer to his chest, nose to nose now as he eyed me with his intense gaze, scanning my face "Nobody is as good as you" he hissed "Nobody is as forgiving or selfless as you, Lira! Nobody!" he released me, my body fell back against the bed leaving me to stare up at him. That look on his face...it could only be bred by someone full of hate. Logan hated me. My own ivory fingers flexed against the blankets as I sat myself up very slowly. "For once" his voice caught in his throat "For once could you be just as evil as everyone else..."

Suddenly he fell to his knees, a weak Logan was a rare thing to come by. I stood and moved in his direction. Claws unsheathed from his hands, a threat, a warning, telling me to stay back. His entire body was a shaken mess, in such agony. I would have given anything to speak to him, to offer him comfort. Drawing in a deep breath I pushed forward and wrapped my arms around his head gently but abruptly, burying his face into my stomach as I combed my fingers through his hair 'Why are you so afraid?'

Slowly he brought his large hands to my hips, holding me tightly as he whispered "I have no idea..." his fingers dug into my hips through my jeans and I fought back the want to whimper.

'You don't know?'

my fingers knotted in his thick hair, pressing my lips and nose into his hair I cradled him against me 'There has no be a reason you're so full of hate'

"There has to be a reason you don't hate" he murmured still trembling slightly "Anyhow, I couldn't tell you if I wanted to, I have no past"

'Nonsense...' I pulled him closer hoping the embrace would comfort him just a bit 'No one comes out of thin air, Logan'

"You must have, no one with history on this earth can be so...good" he said releasing me from his hold leaving finger print bruises on my hips as he stood up.

I reached out taking his hand 'Says the ill tempered man who claims to have no past'

He drew his hand back and looked me over realizing he'd contradicted himself in a million ways with that statement "Hey, come with me for a bit will ya? I need some air"

For a moment all I could think of was Jean. Stupid? Yes but still...I felt bad for imposing on whatever the two of them had. The confusion must have showed on my face because he gave me a second glance as he pulled on his black jacket "Yes? No?"

I slowly shook my head. "Awe c'mon, why not? Did I scare ya or something? Honestly Kid, I won't hurt you" he promised. I only shook my head once again. This time he rested a hand on my shoulder "Why not?"

'Jean'

was my faint response. He arched an eyebrow at me and rolled his eyes.

"You don't get it do you, nothing is going on with us. Nothing. She isn't anything to me...not anymore" his hand tightened on my shoulder. I shook my head to avoid the look in his eyes when his voice already said it all. I didn't like being lied to...I hated it more then anything...I guess maybe there was one thing I hated...lairs...

'Do not lie to me, Logan. I think you will find you can't.' I knew the way my voice came through his thoughts was more aggressive then he was used to, then I was used to. 'Every little sign that a human being is lying...I know...I can see it...the same way you can see me standing in front of you right now...clear as day' it was no exaggeration either, being mute...sitting in silence with no reason to respond to anyone around you...gives you a lot of time to think...to observe...I am a very observant person...my brother called me a human lie detector.

"Alright, I loved her once, I will always love her but not like I used to. She is not my girlfriend, Lira. She has no business harassing you for talking to me or for sharing a bed with me for that matter. You can go for a walk with me, so what do ya say kid?"