「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(191) Sabretooth

Lynn's POV

"And he's not a friendly," Logan added as he stood up, pacing towards the window and took a peep behind the thick floral curtains.

"Who is it?" I probed with a frown, failing to detect any unusual minds in the vicinity.

"My half brother," Logan scoffed quietly as he shut the drapes again.

"Are you sure?" Marie challenged, startled by the news.

"Positive," Logan asserted, strutting briskly towards the main entrance.

"Logan, stop," I ordered politely and strenuously wheeled up to him as I aimed to prevent his exit.

"I don't feel anyone," I refuted, peering up at him in bewilderment as I struggled to keep up with his wide strides.

"He's just not within your range," Logan retorted as he confidently pointed to his nose, simultaneously reaching for the knob.

"All the more reason for you to stay. I can shelter this house under a protective shield," I informed, readily erecting a invisible hemisphere of telekinetic energy around the perimeter of my property.

"Sit down," I demanded sternly.

"I prefer doing things on my own," Logan stubbornly insisted and swung open the door.

"Sit. Down!" I reiterated furiously, raising my voice as I mentally slammed the door close with a boisterous bang and locked it into position.

Even if my sudden ferocity had not scared them, the deafening commotion was surely alarming and Logan looked at me with a mildly intimidated but mostly shocked expression as he cautiously made his way back to the couch.

Breathless from chastising Logan, I tiredly propelled myself back towards the living area when my spine relentlessly decided to launch an untimely protest against me and I instinctively blurted an agonizing scream as an intense burning sensation rapidly transcended through my back. Instantly, I gripped onto my rims so tightly until my knuckles flashed white and witnessed my entire body trembling uncontrollably in my seat as I quietly whimpered in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Logan interrogated impatiently.

"It's just... My back... It's acting up," I answered difficultly, frailly stretching out an arm as I tried to conjure some of my powers to retrieve the painkillers, albeit to no significant avail.

"Can I help you?" Marie courteously offered.

"Second drawer on the left, please," I murmured and she scurried over to the television console, fumbling through the contents of the said pull-out cubicle.

"This?!" She exclaimed in horror, holding up the small bottle of morphine together with a sealed packet of needle and syringe, and I nodded agonizingly but she delivered my essentials sluggishly and apprehensively.

"Hurry," I urged faintly, feeling my telekinetic shield weakening as the physical torture drained away my energy.

"You should not be taking drugs," Marie sincerely advised as she finally arrived at my side, reluctantly handing me the medication and its accompanying tools.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm not addicted," I assured, shakily peeling off the plastic coverings when awful murderous thoughts resonated into my mind with increasing clarity as a savage mutant quickly approached the premises and I gasped sharply.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to do it?" Marie sought with an anxious expression but I shook my head.

"You need to hide," I instructed directly.