At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Lalia Azali hides more than most. She's not just a surgeon-she's this universe's Scarlet Witch, a title whispered with fear and awe, tied to a power she never wanted and a fate she can't outrun.
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- Logan
I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the anger and frustration. The water dripped down, but it did nothing to cool the fire inside me. I gripped the edges of the sink, my knuckles turning white. My reflection stared back at me, a mix of rage and helplessness.
I turned around sharply, sensing someone behind me. There stood the Professor, his face etched with regret. Beside him was Lia, her eyes filled with worry as she looked at me.
"You said he wanted me," I growled, my voice barely containing my fury.
The Professor sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I made a terrible mistake," he admitted. "Magneto's helmet... it was designed to block my telepathy. I couldn't see what he was after until it was too late."
I clenched my fists, the memories of Rogue being taken flashing in my mind. Lia stepped forward, her usual comforting presence showing. But comfort wasn't what I needed right now. I needed answers. I needed a way to fix this.
I stormed past the Professor and Lia, not giving them so much as a glance. My mind was a whirlwind, focused on one thing: finding her. I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn't care. As I grabbed my bags, Lia's voice finally broke the silence.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her tone a mix of concern and confusion.
"I'm gonna find her," I said, my voice flat. I didn't have time for explanations, and I sure as hell didn't owe them one.
The Professor, ever the inquisitive mind, turned his head towards me. His eyes were sharp, searching for answers. "How do you plan on doing that?" he asked, his voice steady but probing.
I paused at the door, feeling the weight of his question. I turned back, meeting his gaze with annoyance in my voice. "The traditional way: look," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I wasn't in the mood for a lecture or a debate. I had a mission, and I was going to see it through. I stormed out of the room, the tension in my muscles driving me forward. The door slammed shut behind me with a resounding thud, but the sound didn't drown out the creak of it opening again almost immediately. I didn't need to look back to know who it was.
"Lalia, go back," I growled, my voice low and menacing. I didn't slow my pace, each step fueled by the anger boiling inside me. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the heat of the situation inside. It did little to calm the fire burning within me.
"Logan." Her voice cut through the darkness like a knife. She was relentless, her footsteps quickening as she closed the distance between us. Persistent as always.
"You can't do this alone," she said, breathless. "You'll get yourself killed."
I shot her a glance, my annoyance barely contained. "Didn't ask for company," I muttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Besides, who's gonna help me? You? So far, all you've done is play the waiting game."
