At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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-Logan
I blazed down the road on Scott's motorcycle, a smirk playing on my lips as I imagined how pissed he'd be right now. But I didn't care, finding Rogue was more important than anyone's feelings, including my own. No matter how mad I made people, I was determined to find her and make things right.
The miles flew by, and soon enough, I found myself at the train station. I hopped off the bike and made my way onto the train, scanning the faces until I spotted her.
Rogue. She looked up, and our eyes met. "Hey kid," I said, my voice softer than usual, filled with concern.
She rolled her eyes as I sat down beside her. "I'm sorry about last night," I said, my voice sincere.
"Me too," she replied, her tone matching mine.
"You running again?" I asked, needing to understand what was going through her head.
She sighed. "I heard the Professor was mad at me."
My brow furrowed in confusion. "Who told you that?"
"A boy at school," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you think I should go back?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for an answer.
I shook my head slightly. "No, I think you should follow your instincts."
She took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears. "The first boy I ever kissed ended up in a coma for three weeks. I can still feel him inside my head. It's the same with you," she said, her voice breaking.
I looked away, feeling a pang of pity and helplessness. She closed her eyes, and I reached out, wiping a tear off her cheek. She leaned into me, crying on my shoulder. "There's not many people that understand what you're going through, but I think this guy Xavier is one of them. He seems to genuinely want to help you, and that's a rare thing for people like us," I said, hoping to offer some comfort.
She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. Suddenly, the train rumbled, shaking us both. "So what do you say, give these geeks one more shot? Come on. I'll take care of you," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Do you promise?" she asked, her voice small and vulnerable.
"Yeah, I promise," I replied, my voice steady and sure.
The train lurched forward violently, throwing me harshly against the front of the seats. The power went out, plunging us into darkness, and the rain outside suddenly stopped.
I got up, my senses on high alert, scanning for any threats. Rogue was beside me, her eyes wide and searching the shadows.
I noticed the metal around us folding and breaking, twisting in unnatural ways. Both Rogue and I turned our attention to a figure with a helmet, flying towards us.
Rogue looked up at him, concern etched on her face. I retracted my claws, ready for a fight, staring at the man before us.
"You must be Wolverine," the man said, his voice cold and calculating.
I prepared to launch myself at him, but he reached out his hand, and suddenly, I was paralyzed, unable to move. "That remarkable metal doesn't run through your entire body, does it?" he asked, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
I stared at him, feeling the metal in my body being manipulated, lifting me up into the air. It hit me then—this was Magneto.
Rogue screamed, "Stop it! Stop it!"
"What the hell do you want from me?" I managed to grunt through the pain.
Magneto chuckled darkly. "You, my dear boy, whoever said I wanted you?"
I looked at Rogue, my eyes filled with a mix of pain and helplessness, as he threw me into the back of the train, knocking me out cold.
