Ultimate fanfiction chronicles BOOK 3

CHAPTER 6

I woke up, my ears ringing from the sound that had ripped from my lungs. The first thing I see is the ripped bed sheets surrounding me, the feathers floating around the room. I heard thunder as people burst into my room, but the first person that came into my clouded view was Kurt since he teleported right in front of me like he did earlier that day. We didn't need to share any words since he took one quick glance around the room, then he embraced me like I was going to float away if he let go. I started to sob into his chest as the weight of what I had just seen collapsed on top of me like a sack of bricks. "I...I watched them die...and I couldn't do anything..." I whispered, not caring about the other people in the room. "Jetzt Hush Hazel...alles wird gut in den Morgen...alles wird gut mein Freund sein "he whispered these German words in my ear, i didn't understand almost a single word of it, but it was comforting. I fell back to sleep as he continued to speak these words of reasurrance in his mother tongue.

The next morning was bitter, it matched my mood. I felt sour from the fact that when i opened my eyes, everything that i had been in contact with the previous night had been destroyed. People had been in here and watched me break down. I got up hesitantly and got ready for the day. I opened my curtains to find a forcast sky that made the leftover snow glow bright white. I just sighed at the memory of the snowball fight yesterday, Our team (me and Kurt's) had won and it left such a sincere smile on my face since it was my first snowball fight. Who knew that at the age of 25 I could still have so much fun. But now all i could think of was depressing thoughts of my family dying. I shuffled out of my room, like i was still asleep. I tried to shove the sad thoughts aside as i continued to make my way down the stairs. It seemed the whole mansion was on mute, my surroundings were dyed in black and white. The weather outside was probably causing this aura to drown the school. I hobbled down the hallway, my destination being the kitchen. I may have been depressed but a girls gotta eat when a girls gotta eat right?

I remembered that it was the weekend and it seemed to be too early for anyone to be up...that was why it was so quiet. But when I entered the kitchen, I found the wolverine there sipping a beer at the table whilst reading the newspaper. He turned to look at me as I continued to make my way to the fridge, not really surprised to find him up at this ungodly hour on a Saturday. "Morning Kid." Logan greeted me. "Hey..." I mumbled as I opened the fridge, searching for something edible. I settled with someones leftover chicken nuggets. Sorry, but...survival of the fittest and all. "You okay after last night?" I flinched at the word 'okay' since I was the complete opposite. Logan could probably feel it too. "Um...do you wanna train? It might take your mind off of it?" Logan offered. The change of subject caught me offguard, but as I turned to him with a look of surprise I gave him one swift nod in response.

A couple minutes afterwards, we found ourselves in the danger room. I was doing proper hand to hand combat with Logan, not like yesterday when we tried to kill each other recklessly. A few minutes into training I realised that Logan hadn't even brought up the subject of the fight and for once he wasn't mad for days on end afterwards like he usually is. Last time we argued he wouldn't talk to me until three days later. I looked up to his face every now and then, studying his features as he focused on his hands and where I would punch next. I was so mesmerised by his skillful eyes then when he looked up to meet mine, I flinched and ended up punching him in the stomach. Now kids, Logan may have super healing but that doesn't mean that if you punch him in the gut it isn't gonna hurt, so...ouchie. My face flooded crimson as I watched the mutant fold over, obviously winded by my action. "Shit! Logan i'm sorry! I..uh...I..." I stumbled over my own words as my flustered state escalated into a full blown anxiety fest. "No...it's my fault...should've been watching where you were punching..." he groaned as he attempted to stand up straight.

I stared at the floor silently as I just stood there awkwardly, waiting for Logan to recover. That was when a certain fuzzy blue friend of mine decided to walk in..."Um...should I come back later?" Kurt asked as he (For once) walked into the room. "Nah...it's fine Elf...just take my place for a moment would ya?" Logan asked, still bent over with pain. I must've hit him really hard...he had caught me staring at him afterall...hopefully he would just forget about it after this. "Sure Mr. Howlett." Kurt agreed hurriedly as Logan stumbled away from me and onto a bench simulationsly placed across the room. Kurt knuckle-walked over to me like a gorilla (which he rarely does, but since I first encountered his blue furriness, he seemed to get more and more comfortable with his original self), standing up to square his shoulders, preparing for the beating I was about to give to his palms.