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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- Lalia
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft, golden glow over the sky as we left the motel room. The morning air was crisp against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth inside.
My thoughts were a mess, but one thing remained constant: my determination to bring my brother back. I could almost see Luca's face, his smile, and hear his laughter. The memory drove me forward, giving me the strength I needed.
I took a deep breath and looked at Logan, who was already checking his gear. "Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
"We need to enter the facility undetected. You'll distract or disable the guards while I cut off the security system. Once that's done, I'll move to the cells. When I disable the security system, I'll signal you through the earpiece to meet me there."
Logan nodded, his eyes serious and focused. "Got it."
I reached up to adjust my earpiece, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Professor, we're approaching Facility C," I said, my voice steady despite the nerves bubbling beneath the surface.
"Copied. Stay safe and let me know if the facility is clear or not," came the professor's reply.
"Will do. Over," I responded, glancing at Logan, who gave me a reassuring nod.
We followed the path according to the map, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. I couldn't afford to let my feelings get in the way. Not now. Not when Luca was counting on us. As we made our way to the facility, I couldn't shake the thoughts of the events that took place last night. The memory of it was vivid, almost like it was still happening.
I slept with Logan, and I initiated it. What on earth had come over me? I replayed the moment in my mind—I was scared Logan was going to leave out the door, and then, without thinking, I acted purely on impulse.
I could still feel the warmth of his touch, the way his hands moved over my skin, making me feel things I hadn't felt in a long time. It was like he knew exactly what I needed, and he gave it to me without hesitation.
The way he held onto me after we were done, it was like he understood me in a way no one else ever had. For a moment, I let myself get lost in the memory, savoring the way he made me feel—safe, wanted, and undeniably alive.
But then, the guilt started to creep in, slow and insidious. The thought of last night finally sinking into my brain, making me question everything. What had I done? We had a mission to focus on, and I couldn't afford any distractions.
Yet, here I was, my mind a tangled mess of emotions and regrets. I glanced at Logan, his face set in determination, and I wondered if he feels the same way, or did he regret it? I attempted to push these thoughts away, using the mission to distract myself from my own mind. It wasn't easy, but I had to try.
