It was cold again. As cold as it was the last time. But it was different.
I wasn’t alone. They came to let me out.
Fuckers took away my vengeance.
Blown apart.
Ruined.
Like my head.
She’s not here. I don’t know these people.
I know they’re good people, and she’s been with them.
I tried to ask from the red haired lady if she knew where Marie was.
She just shook her head and told me to sit down and buckle my seatbelt.
Fuck.
Better do it.
Blonde with visor’s not born pilot.
“Where is she? I can smell her on you people. Where the fuck is she?”
“Calm down, Logan. Now is not the time…”
Not the time?
Assholes.
“You have no idea how lucky you were. We weren’t even looking for you!” Lady with white hair.
White hair, but she’s not the one I’m looking for. Not by a long shot. Too old.
“Do you know Marie? Have you seen her? Is she alright?”
And don’t fucking lie. Her scent is all over you.
“Marie? We have no student called…”
“You smell like her. Where is she?”
“Logan, I really don’t…”
Fuck you.
Bitch.
Why they keep lying?
I’m sure I got it right. They practically reek of her.
“Just tell me if she’s okay! I have been so fucking worried…”
“I’m sure that who ever Marie is, she’s perfectly alright. You’re our main concern…”
I’m fucked up, but not so fucked up that I would enjoy your attitude; I’m a fucking grown man!
Kid.
Place is swarming.
Too many scents and voices.
Too fucking hard to find one when fifty other clog my senses.
“Look, lady… I don’t know you people, but I think I know Marie. Where the fuck is she?”
Start talking. I’m not in the mood for games. Talk.
“There’s no Marie…”
Fuck this.
*SNIKT*
“Logan, calm down! There really is no one called Marie in here, I think you’re mistaken…”
Mistaken my ass, I can smell her! She’s here! Why the hell won’t you let me see her?
“I believe he’s looking for Rogue, Jean. She’s in class right now.”
Wheelchair? Rogue? Why do they call her Rogue?
“Professor! You have to talk to him…”
Yeah. Start talking, baldy.
“Logan.”
“Where is she?”
“Rogue is in class.”
Rogue. What about Marie?
“Is she… Does she have white hair?”
“She has two white stripes. Are we talking about same person?”
“I need to see her. Where is she? Is she alright? Let me see her now.”
Elevator.
I can do this.
She’s somewhere up there.
Breathe. Keep breathing. Don’t freak out now.
“There’s absolutely no reason to worry. I assure you that Rogue is doing just fine.”
Keep talking. Don’t give a shit for your assurances…
Keep breathing. Doors are opening.
“She’s over there.”
Door with window.
Marie!
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