Misery || Wolverine

Part 19

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The sun came up as it always did. Though Logan avoided almost any conversation and jumped back at the slightest movement I made, he stayed with me through the night. The school was buzzing during the day, I got to experience it for the first time, and from what I remembered it was just like a normal high school.

I strolled around the kitchen, dressed in what I had. My half-empty coffee cup rested on the kitchen counter, I stared up ahead of me, aimlessly in thought once again. Logan came into view from the corner of my eye, leaning casually against the doorframe. His arms were crossed, and the silence between us was deafening. Until I heard him sharply inhale.

"You were in my dreams," Logan says nonchalantly, hand behind his back as he slowly walks to the counter.

"Yeah?"

He nods, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. He stopped at my coffee cup, picked it up, and took a sip like it was his. "Yeah, I think you were some crazy ring leader in the middle of the Mall of America?" He raised a curious eyebrow, flashing me his smile.

I reciprocated with a faint laugh. Made-up nonsense, but I appreciated his efforts to put himself back together. I looked at him with such admiration.

His face remained the same for a while, his eyes on mine and today they were genuine, like he was admiring me just the same. "You know-"

"Rogue is gone." Storm bursts in, catching herself on the door frame. She was seriously worried and in an instant, I saw the same worry fall across Logan.

"What?" 

"Who's Rogue?"

"A student. She left during the night." Storm explains.

"Why would she leave?" Logan asks.

"Come on, Professor needs to talk to us."

The X-men were all assembled in Xaviers' office, the worry hung over the room, over everyone except for me. I didn't know Rogue... at all, I had no reason to worry.

"What's the plan?" Scott asks.

"We have to go look for her," Logan adds. Both men carried the same manner in this situation, a tough outer shell-hardened facial expressions, and their arms crossed, closing themselves off to the world.

"I'm afraid I know where she is." Xavier mysteriously says, adding a sense of suspense to the surrounding audience, "Magneto has her. He has plans with her to sabotage the world leaders. He has already done so with the Senator."

I'm reminded of the man I was asked to kill. Suddenly it hit me that Raven was right. It was just a dirty trick to get me back in his game, all because he wanted me back.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Logan huffs out, I can tell this girl means a lot to him.

Xavier dismisses the group with a simple nod and as I'm about to follow Logan out the door-

"Bonnie, wait," Xavier calls out and I stop in my tracks. 

Logan stops as well. He grew cautious at Xaviers request and it was obvious to me he didn't want to leave me. I looked over at Charles. "Logan can stay."

"What is it?" I make my way back to his desk, sitting down on one of the chairs on the other side.

"This isn't your battle to fight."

I was shocked to say the least. Last night he was telling me how I have to stand up and do exactly that, fight.

"What? Why?"

"It's not safe for you. I know Erik better and longer than you have. This is a trap set up just for you."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "That's exactly why I should go then. He wants me."

"He is not setting this up in an attempt to get you back, but in an attempt to kill you." Xavier's worried face burrows into my head. 

I can see Logans eyes change to something close to protectiveness. Though he didn't say a word, letting me and Xavier talk it through, I could tell how angry it made him. I don't think he even knows what I've done for Erik in the past, I wonder if that would change his view of me.

I take a second to register, but in the end, shake off his warning. "I know Erik too and I can handle my own. I've decided I want to fight, for mutants... for the X-men. You can't take this away from me now, Charles. I'm going to live for a very long time, I might as well do something right."

Xavier relaxes himself, he's relieved, though still worried about Eriks intentions with my life. But he's glad about my decision.

Now. When I decided that I'd join the X-men before I went to bed, I wasn't made aware of the stupid spandex uniform we had to wear. I squeezed myself into it the best I could, zipping it to my neck, the charm of the choker getting in the way of the zip. I looked ridiculous, I felt ridiculous. I looked over to Logan who had the same expression of disgust on his face.

"This is ass," I told him.

"This is stupid." He added, trying to desperately adjust his sleeve over his wrist.

We all sat buckled up in our seats of some modern-day private jet. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, or what it was called, so I'll stick with private jet. I ended up being one of the first people on the jet, Logan following shortly after me and picking his seat next to mine. The others came and filled the rest up.

Logan looks over at me. "You know, I've been trying-"

"Where are we headed, Professor?" Storm asks, and just like that Logan's attempt was interrupted again.

"Statue of Liberty."

I almost laughed. Erik executing his major evil plan to turn the world leaders into mutants from the Statue of Liberty is as poetic as it gets. Hilarious.

The engine roars to life, the whole aircraft shaking as it slowly starts lifting off the ground. I close my eyes and try to keep my stomach steady. As the 'turbulence' occurs, I remember I've never flown before.

"You okay?" Logan shouts over the loud noise of all the mechanical shit that's making this futuristic junk fly.

I weakly nod, my grip tightening around the armrests.

"You've never flown?"

"No." I manage to say. We hovered over the ground, Storm still checking off things from the control panel.

I open my eyes, as I think the rising vomit has died down.

"Ready," Storm announces, and the junk is about to take off.

I look over at Logan before I close my eyes again. He's holding out his hand to me. Without a moment's hesitation I take it, my eyes instinctively close by themselves. My grip around his hand would be enough to break bones.

I imagined the flight would be short, and this thing flew fast enough. Once we were in the air, I had calmed down and my hand had slightly loosened around Logans. I sat back in my seat, my head resting against the headrest. My mind raced once again with a terrible feeling. I couldn't shake it, that there was something more to this mission than just Erik wanting to get back at me for leaving. It wasn't even so much Erik, but Raven. So far my gut hasn't led me wrong.

"Do telepaths have a heightened sense of a gut feeling?" I send out my thoughts, taking extra care to mentally block Jean from my mind.

"Do you have a bad feeling about something else?" Xavier asks, his voice echoing in my head and I no longer feel that intense weight.

"You know something I don't." 

"I realized my stupid mistake. I was trying to protect you from the truth, but you would have found out one way or another."

"Found out what?"

His silence lingered. I hated how he created such suspense. "Don't do anything rash."