Misery || Wolverine

Part 17

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The faint light of the moon illuminated only the features of the school, the building casting deep shadows over the thick snow that covered the school grounds. It was well past midnight and the area was dead quiet. I considered waiting until dawn until the sun started to rise again and I was sure the house would be awake and functioning. However, part of me told me I shouldn't drag this on and just go for it, no matter how many people I disturbed.

I stomped my way across the grounds, across the crunchy snow that must've alerted someone in the house by now I was near. I tuned myself into someone there, just so I could see what the school was about. I see the faces of all the teachers and students, the school's layout as I innocently invade the mind of a young sleeping student. But the most important feeling of all, I could finally sense Logan. His mind was closed off, heavily guarded by his walls of steel, but I could feel those walls.

I stand in front of the massive wooden doors, briefly admiring the pieces of work beautifully carved out into it. Replaying in my head how I hope this will go. I never actually stopped to think what I would say to Logan or how he'd even react. Maybe it was all a mistake and I shouldn't have bothered coming... but it's a little too late now as I open the mistakenly unlocked front door. It creaks with age and wear and is heavy as hell. I enter the dark foyer, only source of light was still the moon, illuminating just enough to see how it's decorated.

I'm taken aback by this sizeable house. My thinking was interrupted when I felt someone come up behind me, before I could even see a thought, he just goes for me.

I feel his arm wrap around my neck, tighting in an attempt to choke me out. I try to call out, try to go peacefully about it, but the restriction to my airways made it impossible. I muster up all my strength, brace my feet against the ground and with a swift motion I haul him over me onto the ground. He winces in pain as his back hits the hard floor and I take a few steps back almost to run to catch my breath. But he's up on his feet quick and runnning at me. I'm tired of this shit. Before he gets too close I swing my elbow into his nose as he came from behind, stomping hard on his exposed foot. I turn around, punching him swiftly across the jaw and with one smooth kick to chest, I knock him down against the staircase.

"I'm not here to hurt you, dumbass. Or anyone in the house." I breathe out, trying to calm myself down from the ambush of some guy in sunglasses and his Pj's agaisnt the world. The commotion of our fight woke most of the house up and a lot of adults came running out of their rooms.

I hear the floorboards from behind me creak, a certain rolling motion against the ground.

"That's right, she's here for Logan." I see the man in the wheelchair pull up in front of me, leaving some girl to pick Scott back up on his feet. 

"She's here to kill him, I'm just fine with that." He groans out, feeling the blood from his nose with his fingers.

I roll my eyes. Suddenly feeling a lot of eyes on me, no doubt they must know my previous employer.

"You've been searching for him for great lengths and I would wish to know more about your history together."

I don't say a word in response.

"Forgive me. I'm Charles Xavier, this is Scott." He holds out his hand and I take it accordingly, his life flashing before my eyes. "And the rest will introduce themselves shortly."

"Oh... you're that Charles."

He nods. "You're familiar with my work, I see."

"Erik.." I mumble out embarrassingly, knowing a lot of people would have a hard time forgiving me for my mere association.