"So you remember absolutely nothing?" You ask him and blow on the hot drink.
"Nada." Logan says and stuffs some more marshmallows into his mouth. You fight back a laugh as you watch his puffy cheeks chew them.
"Their supposed to be eaten with the drink!" You smack his arm. He frowns and takes a gulp, swallowing it down with the rest of the marshmallows. "Why do you want to remember?" You ask.
He looks into his cup sadly. "I need to know who I am, what makes me who I am I suppose." He takes another gulp. "Enough about me, what about you?"
You roll your eyes. "You don't have to ask if your not interested." His hand lightly touches your sleeve. You look at his face and there's a small smile on it.
"No, I'm genuinely interested." You blink at his smile. It's a nice smile, so you look away.
"I'm Charles's age. I was experimented on, like you. Erik was also experimented on by the same person so we had a mutual understanding. I nearly married Charles but a turn of events got between us so then I got together with Erik. We eventually broke up. Then I struggled with life and love, took a few odd jobs, blah blah blah, and now I'm I fight for those who can't and Erik's up to something again and that all led to here. Can you pass me the marshmallows? I need some."
He passes you the bag of marshmallows and you grab a fistful. He smacks his lips.
"I didn't mean to get you upset." He says, twirling the teaspoon around. You chug the now warm drink and put it on the counter.
"You didn't. I'm just a bit stressed out about Erik. I feel slightly responsible for him." You sigh, pushing the mug a little away so you can hop onto the counter and sit down. He looks up at you.
"Out of everything you said it sounds like we've only got one thing in common." He says and clenches his fist, the blades appearing out of thin air.
"You don't remember who did it?" You ask as you watch him look at them.
He shakes his head. "Do you?"
"Yup. He was a downright monster." You give a short laugh. "A monster who made monsters."
"I suppose anyone who could do such things would have to be a horrible person." He mumbles.
"Can I see them?" He holds his hand up for you to look at them. You take his hand in both of yours and look at the shiny claws. His hand is a lot bigger than yours. The palm is calloused and warm. You ignore the comfortable feeling and focus on his claws. You run a finger over one of them and you see him close his eyes. You touch right at the base where they protrude from his skin. "Do they hurt?" You ask him. He stays still before nodding. Your hold it closely to your face to look at them and see your reflection. "Their so shiny." You say and look up to see him looking at you. His eyes stare into yours as you both look at each other. Finally, you let his hand go and he retracts them. He clears his throat while you awkwardly swing your legs.
"I guess I should go to bed." He says, picking up your mug. He heads to the sink. "It's probably really late now." You nod and slide off the counter.
"I guess they've got a room for you too. See ya later alligator." You say and are about to walk off when he calls your name. You turn around.
He leans against the counter. "You said the guy who made you made monsters. You're not a monster. Far from it." He says shyly. You smile.
"Thanks. Goodnight Logan." He nods and turns around. You walk away smiling and don't hear his whispers.
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"Goodnight Logan." His insides froze at the sound of her saying his name. Quickly he nodded and turned around. He heard her footsteps as she turned around and he looked up.
Butterflies had erupted when she took his hand. But they weren't bad nervous butterflies. More like a soft fluttering. Probably because hey hands were so much smaller than his and softer. It made him wonder when was the last time someone had taken his hand.
He watched her as she walked away and smiled at the thought of when she'd caught him staring at her. He'd seen all the different colors in her eyes and they seemed to keep circling around his head. She had tiny flecks of silver in her eyes that reminded him of stars. They'd been absolutely stunning. Like staring into the night sky but ten times more enchanting.
"Good night beautiful. Sweet dreams." He whispered as she disappeared around the doorframe.
"Hey Logan." He turned around to see Jean. "Do you need me to take you to your room? This is the kitchen." She smiled. He scratched his head shyly.
"Yeah. I guess I should have asked." He sighed and wondered where the woman with stars in her eyes was going to sleep.
"Come on. Your room's right next to hers." She grinned at his look of surprise and walked off.
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Date: Feb. 13. 2022
Word count: 901
C. Riverbend
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Dog Tags : X-Men First Class VOLUME 3 of Prism Series
Fanfiction"Hey." A hand on your shoulder roughly pulls you around, letting you come face to face with the tall man you had thrown at the wall. You take a good look at him. He's tall and rowdy-looking despite the clean hoodie he wears. It was zipped up a litt...
