Destruction (X-Men/Wolverine Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

I didn't get much sleep that night. I was beyond terrified that Victor would come back for me while Remy was asleep.

He had attacked me many times before, scarring me for life in the process.

It was around eight in the morning when I finally had enough of laying in the dim lighting of the white Christmas lights and utter silence.

Slowly, I got out of the bed, quietly making my way across the hall, to Remy's room.

I was in a large black hoodie and a pair of spandex shorts. That's what I usually wore to bed.

"Remy?" I whispered, standing in the doorway of the room Remy was sleeping in.

Remy always kept his door open, just so he was sure I was okay. He could be a little too over protective sometimes but I loved him.

Remy's windows were covered with dark black curtains that blocked ninety percent of the light out of the room.

"Remy?" I tried again, this time, moving closer to his bed.

"Yeah?" Remy didn't open his eyes. His back was to me as he spoke.

"Can I lay with you?" I asked softly, brushing a few pieces of my long hair behind my ear.

"Yeah. Yeah." Remy paused for a moment before grunting and rolling over. "Come here." Remy held the blankets open for me, which I gladly got into the covers in front of Remy with a thankful smile on my face.

I was lucky for having someone who put up with me even though he didn't need to.

Remy was a sweet guy. He may be a womanizer and lady's man but when it came to me, he was my best friend and older brother- nothing else. He's made it clear.

"How well did you sleep?" Remy asked in a whisper as he wrapped his arms and the blankets around me.

"Not very good. Every time I close my eyes, I see Victor and Stryker." I closed my eyes, feeling more relaxed in someone's arms rather than alone in an empty bed by myself.

"I promise they won't touch you, Em. You know that, don't ya?" Remy asked.

"Of course I know, Remy." I took his hand- which was resting on the center of my belly- and held it in my own. "I'm just... What school was that man talking about last night?"

"A school for mutants. The professors there help teach the kids to use their mutations and stuff. And if any of them ain't got no where to go, they stay there."

"Have you ever been there?"

"Mmhmm. It was okay. Just not for me."

"Could they...? Do you think...?" I didn't finish either sentence. I didn't know how to word it and I didn't want to get my hopes up only to have them crushed, as always.

"Sweetheart, you're burning up." Remy sat up immediately, turning on the lamp by his bed so he could move without running into something.

When I got overworked emotionally, my body temperature would rise and my mutation- which I worked very hard to keep down- would flare and I usually ended up hurting whoever touched me, like the sink at the Spark for example.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't hurt you did- did I?" I jumped to my feet, panic filled my face as I put my hands over my mouth.

No. Not tonight. This couldn't happen.

"No, hun. I just knew the warnin' signs and wanted to make sure I wouldn't get hurt. Its s'okay." Remy got back into bed, hiding the nervous tension I knew he was feeling as he motioned for me to get back into bed with him. He didn't want me to panic too much; it would only make things worst. We both know that. I didn't do good in panicky, stressful situations.