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“Professor, here, drink this.” It’s Suzanne who speaks, surprising me. I thought it would be Hank who would be here.
I struggle to sit up and take a sip of the water with the pills. As my headaches have become worse over time, Hank has specifically formulated a pill for me that works wonders. It doesn’t completely ease the pain, but it allows me to at least think.
I open my eyes. Suzanne is looking back at me with curiosity and concern.
“Where’s Hank?” I say, then, “Where’s Rogue?”
Suzanne frowns. “I’m assuming Rogue is the new girl, in which case, she’s with Wolverine. I think Hank’s trying to convince him not to kill the girl until you wake up.”
I pull the cover off, groaning when my body protests at the movement. Suzanne is immediately at my side, sliding an arm around my shoulders. “Professor, don’t strain yourself. Give the med a few seconds to kick in before you rush off to defend a mutant who’s just tried to kill you.”
“She didn’t try to kill me,” I correct her. Only tricked me into revealing my whereabouts.
“Didn’t look that way when you were screaming bloody murder,” Suzanne retorts dryly, looking as fierce as Logan does when he is ready to tear someone into pieces. It’s no secret that Suzanne Chan, a slim, petit mutant of a girl, idolizes and adores Logan more than anyone in this house. It’s not hard to see why. After he busted her out from Bodega Bay and subsequently took her under his tutelage, building her up from a scared young child filled with anger and revenge to a competent, deadly weapon. He was the one who gave her the code name Sway, referencing her ability to bend time to her will.
Like Logan, she’s fiercely loyal and protective of those she cares for, but unlike him, she thinks before she acts, something I’ve come to be infinitely grateful for, as she possesses both the understanding necessary to care for some of the mutants we take in and the level-headedness and reasoning important to keep them from succumbing into grief and vengeance.
“Come on, Sway,” I say, taking her hand. “Help me to where the boys are holding our guest captive, please.”
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I hesitate at the door, wondering if I should read his mind. The thought is short-lived. There’s more urgent matter to attend to. Now that Frost has discovered where we are, this place is no longer safe, and that means we must find shelter elsewhere, and quick.
Logan is indeed with the girl when I come into the room, sitting on a cushioned chair and watching Rogue like a hawk. He looks much better than he did last night. The gash on his face has completely disappeared, and, changed into trousers and a black jumper, he looks as close to ordinary as he ever does.
“Charles,” Logan says without looking up.
I turn to Rogue, lying on the bed with her arms and legs securely bound, looking in all appearance as if she is asleep.
“I’m assuming the girl is still alive,” I say by way of greeting.
Logan growls low in his throat. “Hank drugged her, otherwise I’d have put her in a more permanent kind of sleep.”
“I’m glad you did not, my friend,” I say, relieved that Logan exercised restraint in this situation. “She is only a pawn in Magneto’s game. She is innocent.”
Logan spares me a glance. He must have heard the bad news in my voice, because he says, dangerously, “What?”
I sigh, bracing myself. “Last night, when I was attempting to read her mind, I was instead attacked by Emma Frost. She used Rogue to find us.”
Logan is immediately on his feet, his claws protracting with menace. I was afraid he would react badly. After joining the X-Men, Logan has taken to be quite territorial. The mushroom cloud settled over his home over a year ago, where he lived with his wife. The radiation killed her, leaving him with nothing but unbridled rage and anguish. With the Mutant Control Acts in place, it was impossible for anyone to roam the streets freely without being caught by the Sentinels, a special government force whose sole purpose was to track down non-registered or “dangerous” mutants.
When Logan came to me, he was hardly a man, so wrought with rage and pain. It was not a pleasant process, putting him back together. This place is the only place close to a home for him, and for it to be stripped from right under his feet… I can only imagine how it must feel.
“I’m afraid we must evacuate as soon as possible. I predict we have a few hours, top, before we are attacked.”
Logan growls, turning to Rogue. “The fucking bitch.”
He is on the girl before I can even blink, his claws at her throat. Horrified, I reach out with my mind, attempting to calm him down but finding myself grasping onto nothing.
The reservoir of my power, the familiar presence that nestles within my very being, is now a black, endless void.
I stumble backward, shocked.
My power is gone.
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