Redemption

Chapter Fourteen

"You won't be going anywhere," Logan ordered.

Daken stopped, one foot already behind him.

"What are you going to do? Kick me off this island?"

Logan growled.

It was hard to get over the rocks to get to the cliff edge on my wheelchair but I managed it. The first thing I saw was Daken with one foot behind him. Logan was there too, so was Scott, Hank, and Rogue.

"You're going to stay right here while I sort this out," said Logan to Daken.

"What are you going to do, give me a dad talk? If you are, you're way out of your range."

"You stay away from Rogue," said Logan, trying very hard to ignore Daken's comment. "You stay away from all the other students. You don't talk to them, you don't look at them, and don't you even dare get close enough to change their emotions." 

"That's going to be very hard," I said, deciding to announce my presence. "Since he's my assistant and all."

"Xavier!" said Logan, Hank, and Scott.

"Professor X!" said Rogue.

"Please get me out of this conversation, Charles, or I'll get out of it my way and I don't think you want that," said Daken.

"I think there is a way for you to get out of this conversation," I said, turning my attention to Logan. "Laura's coming." 

Logan turned to Daken, "Go! Use the cliffs, go!"

"I can take Lau —"

Logan pushed him off the cliff. Rogue gasped.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine," said Logan. "He's survived much worse."

I turned to see Laura climbing over the rocks.

"What'd I miss?" she asked.

"Laura!" said Logan, a smile growing on his face. "You're all better!"

Laura smiled, "It took a while, but here I am."

"You have a question, Laura," I said. "Please, ask it of your father."

"Alright," said Laura, turning to her father. "Why didn't you tell me I was going after one of my siblings?"

"Half-siblings," Logan corrected. "And I felt that if you knew you would have not gone after him."

"And now do you think I'm good to go after him?" Laura demanded. "Because the next time I see him I'm going full rage mode and rip him to shreds! That can stop him! He wasn't a very good fighter when I fought him!"

"Would you like to know who trained him, Laura?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Your father's now dead enemy Romulus,"

"The one Logan killed?"

"Daken was close to killing him — he'd actually drawn blood — when Logan used the help of Cloak to get him out of there."

"Why have you NEVER told me this?" Laura demanded, turning on her father. "Have you told Gabby?"

Logan shook his head.

I gasp, coming back to life. My arms and legs are still mending but my head has been un-bludgeoned. I hear shouts from up on the cliff, I recognize Logan's voice but it takes me a bit to recognize my half-sister Laura's. The next thing to cross my face is a wicked smile. If they're already arguing, it won't be that hard.

After my legs un-broke and one of my arms combined with its respective shoulder I was good to go. I pushed myself up and began my climb up the cliff wall. When I reach the top I take a long big sniff. I smell flannel, trees, whiskey, and leather. Logan.

I smiled, "Berserker mode, here we come,"

I tap into Logan's emotions.

Why won't she listen to you, understand you? I told him. Why doesn't she appreciate what you're doing for her? She wants to become the next Wolverine, she wants to create a new Wolverine, one better than you. Don't let her at it.

It was easier than I imagined. I heard Logan roar and the all to familiar shink of claws. 

"Dad?" said Laura. "What's going on?"

My smile turned wickeder.

Charles wheeled into my room, a look of fury on his face.

"You turned Logan on Laura!" he said. "You put her in the hospital for a second time!" 

"What are you going to do?" I asked. "Send me to my father? Give me detention? Suspend me from being your assistant?"

Charles growled, "Don't get cheeky with me now you little —"

"I already know," I said quietly, a bag of bricks dropping on my heart. "You don't need to call me it."

"Call you what?" Charles' face was now concerned.

"You know," I glared at him. "A psycho. Everyone calls me that, even me, even my father. I don't need you calling me it too."

"You're not a psychopath," he said calmly.

"I know what you're doing!" I said, shooting to my feet. "Don't do it! I'm a psychopath, you know it, I know it, everyone knows it!"

I'm having a hard time getting into Daken's head. I can't read him like I can everyone else. All I get is rage.