Chapter Forty-Seven

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- Lalia

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- Lalia

"Logan!" I yelled, my voice trembling with fear. Simon slowly turned his head from Logan to us, his movements eerily calm. His eyes were detached, a haunting yellow tint glowing in his irises.

My heart sank as I realized what was happening. "Jean, he's under control. We have to stop him," I whispered urgently.

Simon began to walk towards us, each step deliberate and menacing. Jean and I backed away, our breaths quickening. Scott sprang into action, launching himself at Simon and knocking him to the ground.

He hovered over Simon, his fists flying in repeated punches. "Come on, man. You gotta snap out of it!" Scott shouted, but Simon caught his fist mid-air.

The sickening sound of bone cracking echoed ominously through the hall as Simon hurled Scott into the wall, the impact knocking the breath out of him. The noise was a gruesome symphony of violence that sent chills down my spine.

Jean and I rushed to Scott's side, shaking him urgently in a desperate attempt to rouse him. "Scott, please, you have to get up," Jean begged, her voice thick with desperation and fear.

Logan, struggling to rise, winced in pain but still managed to shout, "Run! I'll handle it." His voice was strained, yet filled with determination.

Jean's eyes widened with panic as she looked up from Scott and shouted frantically, "No, we have to reach him first!"

Simon advanced toward us with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes a terrifying mix of determination and emptiness. Jean and I backed into the wall, our hearts pounding as he drew nearer, the air thick with suspense and dread.

I tried to reach through the fog of control that held Simon captive. "Simon, you're under control. You have to fight it. Listen to us, we're gonna get you out of here, okay?" My voice trembled, but I hoped that somewhere deep inside, he could hear the urgency and sincerity in my words.

Simon ignored my words, his relentless stride unbroken. His eyes locked onto mine for a fleeting moment before shifting to Jean. Without warning, he lunged forward and seized her by the throat, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. Jean's eyes widened in terror as she gasped for air, her hands clawing at his iron grip in a desperate struggle for breath.

"No!" I screamed, channeling all my energy to hurl him into the wall with a forceful blast of my power.

The impact was loud, and for a moment, I thought it might have worked. But to my horror, Simon got up immediately, completely unfazed. He brushed off the debris and resumed his relentless march toward us, his eyes fixed on us with an unsettling intensity. The air grew thick with tension as Jean and I realized just how unstoppable he seemed.

Logan sprinted towards us, trying to shove Simon out of the way, but Simon was too quick. He countered with a powerful kick that sent Logan staggering back. They began to fight fiercely, Logan's claws slashing through the air and landing a deep scratch on Simon's arm. Simon retaliated hastily, his fists flying and landing solid punches that knocked Logan to the ground, leaving him dazed.

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