Too Powerful? [COMPLETED!]

Epilogue: Every decision starts a new wheel in motion

Scott,

A few things I thought you should know. Rogue took the cure. She, too, has left the School, but before leaving, she begged me to tell you that she's very sorry. She wants you to know how much Alex meant to her, and that it was a complete accident, but she more than understands if you'll never forgive her. Her current whereabouts are unknown.

Mystique, too, is no longer mutant, but we cannot take credit for destroying her. She, together with Magneto, had a run in with the police, and during the scuffle, Mystique got shot with The Cure. 

The rest of us mutants are holding up fine. The Professor respects your need to be alone, and promises that this will be the only time he locates you. He just wants you to know these things, and wishes you well, hoping you may find closure.

But the only thing I know you want to hear about is how Alex is doing. I took her to Vail, just as you asked. Booked a room in The Vantage Point Hotel, under her name. Left her there in the room, with her personal documents that she brought when she enrolled in the School. Alex was stirring a little when I left her, but other than that, she looked fine. She might still be there, she might have moved: We do not know, and the Professor believes it best that we do not go looking for her. She needs to find her own way in life.

That's everything for now. Remember, the School will always be here, Scott, if you ever need anything.

Wolverine.

I smoothed the yellowed and seasoned paper I had received four years ago. The only link I had with the mutant world since the day I left. Exhaled a deep sigh.

What had I been doing, for the past four years?

Nothing.

Like a zombie, I had been aimlessly wandering city to city with my trustworthy bike, now getting tired. Just like me. Never staying in one place for too long, afraid of getting too attached. Living in cheap motels, looking, but never actually seeing anything.

Some may say that I'm still grieving.

I disagree. In fact, I don't think I have ever grieved over my loss.

I just died. The moment she closed her eyes, I just... lost all reason for living.

Like I said, I'm a walking zombie. Looking, never seeing. Hearing, not listening. Going through life, lifeless. 

Closure. That's what I think I'm looking for. But in what form, I do not know. I don't think I will ever find out. After all, it's already been four years.

I braked my motorbike by the side of the busy road. Where I was now, I had no idea. For the past few years, I just went where my motorbike takes me. From the borders of hot Mexico, all the way to the ice-cold state of Atlanta. Now, though, it seems as if I had travelled down South. The sun was shining brightly, making the ocean look as if they had tiny little diamonds in them. The sudden wind blowing smelled like the ocean. Straining my eyes, I could make out the silhouette of a couple of ships; cruise ships, maybe. The people walking around had the sun tanned skin and fresh glow seen in advertisements.