How many secrets can you keep?
'Cause there's this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow an' I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee
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CHAPTER FIVE: mind link
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ANAKIN SAWYER HAD GONE STRAIGHT TO THE PROFESSOR, HOPING THAT HE WAS STILL AWAKE. But when seeing he wasn't in his office, he didn't bother go check to see if he was in his room, assuming him to be there. He didn't want to disturb the man.
Anakin would just try to sleep and find the professor in the morning. Everyone else was asleep. And, Anakin had figured he needed to. (He was tired of Scott and Jean's worried lectures)
Only, as he had began to sleep, the images that he had read from Logan's mind, came to him. He shoots up from his bed, breathing heavily. " What the fuck?"
And then he heard it. The low mumbling, as someone having a nightmare. "Shit." He jumped from his bed, rushing over to Logan's room.
Only, someone was already there, leaning over him.
"Don't wake-" he began, moving towards the figure.
When another image hit him, like the other, it was dark, with a green haze; a man with a gas mask, holding a saw. The tank filled with water. Logan pushed under the water.
"Logan, Logan wake up," Rogue called out, she turned to see, that, Anakin was at the door, his eyes closed and shaking his head.
Needles lined up, before a fire was shown. Below, once again, Logan in the water tank. With a bunch of blurry figures standing around.
Logan yelled, shooting forward, just as Anakin ran forward to try and pull Rogue back. It had been to late, as the metal claws went through Rogue's entire chest, and the beginnings of Logan's claws entering Anakin's chest. He pulled them both back, as Logan comes to the realization of what he had done.
He removed the claws from the girl, staring in helplessness. Anakin screamed, unsure of why he felt pain. The blades barely touched him.
"Help me." Logan, shocked, whispered the words. "Somebody help!" He yelled out.
Rogue reached out, touching Logan's cheek, and Anakin watched Rogue's wounds healed, and Logan gasped in pain. As his face turned red, and the wounds on Rogue's back began to heal. A bunch of students rushed over, the lights turning on.
"Ana," Scott rushed over to the fallen man.
"Oh, god your nicknames are getting worst," Anakin grunted out.
When Logan fell to the floor, Anakin broke from Scott's grasp and rushed over.
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"I think I triggered something," Anakin whispered, ashamed.
Logan was still unconscious, and Xavier had been called.
Xavier turned to Anakin, a frown in his lips at seeing how sad and ashamed the younger man looked. "What do you mean, Anakin?"
"Logan asked me to read his mind, wanted to see if I could actually do it," Anakin begins to explain. "And when I did. I saw how he became a mutant. Charles, he was tortured. I didn't know how to tell him, and while he was having the nightmare-"
"You saw it aswell," Xavier finished. "Did you tell him?"
"How could I? How would that even go? Oh, yeah, Logan, and the life you're trying so hard to remember? Yeah, it was of torture, that, even as a demon-"
"Anakin-" Xavier began.
"I couldn't ever think of something like that," Anakin continued.
Xavier never got how Anakin's father could speak to him that. How Niklaus Sawyer could tell Anakin, that he would grow up to be a monster. That he already was one, just, hadn't yet killed anyone. That Xavier should be able to kill him, when the time comes that he needs to be killed.
"Anakin-" Xavier began, only to be interrupted as Logan woke up.
And Anakin moved forward. "Logan?"
"What happened?" Logan asked. "Is she alright?"
Anakin let out a sigh of relief, a still hand placed over Logan's. His head tilts down in his relief.
"She'll be all right."
Logan then realized that there was a hand on top of his. He looked over, to Anakin, whose fingers were twisted downwards to wrap around his wrist. To feel for a pulse. His eyes follows up the arm, to where there was holes in Anakin's shirt. And a slight splash of blood, but, from what Logan could tell, no puncture holes in his skin.
Logan would think that it never happened. That, Anakin didn't get to close, and her injuries, if he didn't see the holes in his shirt. "Are you Al-"
Anakin waved a dismissing hand. "In fine. Barely a scratch." Anymore. "So, how you feeling?"
"What did she do to me?" Logan let out an exhausted, pained sigh.
"Whenever Rogue touches someone, she takes their energy, thier life force. In the case of mutants, she absorbs their first for a short while. In your case, your ability to heal."
"I feel like she almost killed me," Logan continued.
