Dog Tags : X-Men First Class VOLUME 3 of Prism Series

Part 15

You look up to see Logan and his smirk drops as he sees your teary face.

"Oh shit." You hear him mutter. He stands around awkwardly before turning around making you laugh. His head turns slightly at the laugh.

"Come back." You huff as you wipe your face.

"Are you sure?" He asks. "I mean, I don't want to disturb you, or whatever it is that's going on."

You shake your head. And he comes over. But instead of sitting on the bench, he sits on the grass so he's sitting next to your feet.

"What's wrong?" He doesn't look at you as he asks the question.

"Nothing. Just some memories this spot brings back." He looks at you from the corner of his eye and goes back to looking at the lawn. You sigh. "Erik and I used to spend time here together just to get away. It kindof became our spot." He nods. "And Charles proposed to me here." He looks back up at you.

"So it's always been just those two?"

"Yeah."

"Why no one else?" You frown at his question. "I mean, you're not bad lookin, you got the personality and character and you got heart. You also tried to kill me but meh." He shrugged his shoulders. "No one's perfect."

You can feel the heat on your cheeks and luckily he doesn't turn around. "What's your point?" You snap.

"Anyone would want you but you choose not to. Why?" He turns around now, looking at you with curiosity.

"Because I've been hurt before." You smile softly. "Both times. And I didn't just hurt myself, I hurt them too. I'm still surprised Charles and I are friends."

"But-"

"Remember how I said I'm a monster?" He nods and opens his mouth to argue. "I am. I've hurt a lot of people. So many that there was a time that Charles became so appalled we didn't speak for years." You sit there together for awhile. "I've killed over 800 people in my life Logan." He looks up. "They deserved it, but there are some that didn't. But you know what makes it even more terrible?" He looks at you sadly. "I barely remember any of them. I don't feel guilty. There are those that I killed without even knowing. Just to stay alive. This fucking mutation." You groan and collapse into your hands.

A hand rests on your knee. "Sit down with me." You look at him. He takes his hand off and pats the ground. You slide off the bench and pull your knees to your chest.

"You were responsible for those killings weren't you?" He mumbles. Your jaw tightness. "That massacre, 20 years ago."

"23." He looks at you. "23 years ago."

"You killed like 70 people in one night. All around America." He whispers. "Even I heard of it."

"They deserved it. The pick of the bad lot." You sigh. "It was the night I started and I've never looked back. And it's 76." You shudder. "76 deaths."

"I can see why Baldy got angry." He chuckles making you smile. "Hey look, there's that smile!" He grins. You playfully push his head away making him laugh. You smile at him for a bit too long and he looks at you curiously.

"There's something about you that just makes me blurt out all this stuff. It's nice." You quickly say as his face twists uncomfortably. "It's nice. Really."

"Alright. We should head back." He says and gets up. He puts his hand out for you to grab. You touch it lightly with your fingertips before changing your mind and getting up yourself making him huff.

You look at him watching the house. "Hey." He turns to you. "Thank you."

He smiles. "My pleasure."

"Wanna race?" You ask.

"Oh you're so on." He grins so much you almost see all his teeth. You sprint down the hill before he can get ready but soon you hear him next to you. You grin at him and you see him smirk back before he faces front and it turns into a look of panic.

You look ahead and see a kid levitating unsurely. The boy looks up and throws his arms up. You look at Logan and see he can't stop either so you jump at him, teleporting through the air right before you hit the kid and smack into the house.

Shouts and childish cries echo in your ears along with the ringing. Sitting up, you thump your ears and look at Logan next to you, spread eagled meaning he'd gone face first into the wall.

"Logan, you 'kay?" He mumbles something that sounds like 'yeah', and starts to groan. You look up and see one of the older children, her face worried, running to you.

"Hey." You look down at him. He spits out a tooth. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."