The distant future....
The mansion's defenses fell in an instant, the crackling of energy barriers failing rung in the air like a final death knell. I couldn't even sense the intruders coming- they weren't human.
"Protect the children!" I shout over the roaring sounds of destruction, gesturing frantically to Iceman and Kitty as the walls shake around us. Sentinels are pouring in from every side, towering machines of death, their eyes glowing with a cold, calculating menace.
"I've got the jet ready to go! Erik's taking care of the Sentinels!" Storm's voice cuts through the commotion as she rushes past, her cape billowing behind her like a streak of lightning.
Logan and I lock eyes in silent agreement, nodding as we dash toward the broken staircase that leads to the Blackbird. The floor beneath us trembles with each footstep, a reminder of the looming battle outside. But as I hit the last step, a sharp, overwhelming sense of fear grips me—not my own. My head snaps to the side, following the source of the emotion like a beacon.
"There's still someone left!" I shout, turning on my heel and sprinting back up the shattered stairs toward the children's bedrooms. The air smells of smoke and scorched metal.
Logan's voice booms behind me. "Y/n! Wait!" But I'm already gone.
The thunder outside intensifies as Magneto wrestles with the last of the Sentinels, but I ignore the sound, focusing solely on the terrified heartbeat I feel. I crash into the child's room, and there, huddled in the far corner, is a young boy, shaking with fear.
"Come on," I kneel down, extending my hand with a soft smile. My voice trembles with urgency. "It's going to be alright, just take my hand."
The roof above groans ominously, and before I can react, pieces of Sentinel fall through the shattered ceiling, debris raining down around us. The child flinches, but I keep my hand out, willing him to trust me.
The 'drip, drip, drip' of liquid on the floor snaps me back to the present. Something feels wrong. My clothes are warm, damp... My gaze drops to the growing pool of blood spreading beneath me. The realization hits me like a truck—there's a gaping hole in the right side of my chest. My lungs grow heavy, each breath labored as I cough, specks of blood flecking my lips.
"Shit..." I rasp, my body growing weaker by the second.
"Y/n!" Logan's voice bellows as my knees buckle and I collapse to the floor, my back slamming against the cold ground. My vision blurs, but I can just make out the jagged edges of the ruined ceiling, and beyond that, the night sky. The moon and stars hang overhead, distant and unreachable things that call my name.
"Logan..." I murmur, barely above a whisper, as his figure bursts into the room. His face is a mask of desperation, wild and frantic.
"Get him out of here!" he roars at Blink, who rushes in, eyes wide with shock. Her gaze flicks to the boy, and without hesitation, she grabs him, portaling them away to safety.
Logan drops to his knees beside me, his strong arms sliding under my limp body, pulling me close against his chest. "You're gonna be alright," he whispers, his voice a shaky contradiction of his usual steel. His brown leather jacket is soaked in my blood, darkening in the moonlight. "It's gonna be fine."
The warmth of his embrace feels like a distant memory, fading with each shallow breath I take. "Logan..." I breathe out again, my voice hoarse.
"Storm's coming around with the jet. They'll patch you up, okay?" His hazel eyes are brimming with tears, and I feel them as they drip onto my face, down onto my lips the salty taste mixing with my iron blood. "You'll be fine."
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Fervent Feelings
FanfictionY/n Summers, the adopted sibling of Alex and Scott Summers, navigates life as an empath within the X-Men universe. After being abandoned by their biological parents at a young age, Y/n was taken in by the Summers family after discovering her mutant...
