Chapter #20 “Logan’s Run, pt. 1”
I killed your parents…
Those words couldn’t seem to stop echoing in her mind, as she stared at Logan with a certain level of dumbfounded shock. If it had not been for the looks on his and her father’s faces, she would’ve believed this some insanely cruel joke.
Maybe it still was, in a way.
“Oh my God…” she turned away from them, her hand covering her mouth as lips and fingers trembled visibly. She couldn’t look at her father; she didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that his lack of surprise was only out-matched by her total shock.
Despite the slight distance she’d put between them, Logan reached out to touch her arm, but quickly withdrew when she flinched as if scathed. “Ro…”
“Please don’t touch me.” She whispered harshly, her words distorted from behind her hand and from the lump in her throat. Emotions were a difficult concept for Ororo at that moment; in a matter of moments she’d regained memories long gone”no, suppressed, she reminded herself bitterly”only to discover that the man who’d saved her life was evidently responsible for her birth parents’ demise.
“Ororo, dearest”“ Xavier barely got the words out before he was cut off by the sharp rise of her hand in the air.
She kept her face turned away from them both, her body still trembling as the evening skylight outside the tall windows was briefly lit by lightning followed by the distant roll of thunder. Both men knew to expect this, but neither said anything to deter it.
“Just lies,” she whispered harshly, more to herself than to them, though Logan at least picked up the almost strangled words, “All lies.”
“Ororo, let me explain, darlin’”“ He side-stepped to face her, suddenly unwilling to give up hope that she would somehow understand.
“Don’t…” She glared at him, her eyes beginning to brim with tears and the sounds of a bad storm grew even closer. “Don’t you call me that.”
His hands dropped to their sides and Logan’s face visibly fell. He didn’t know what to say”if there was anything he could say”to fix this. That minor detail didn’t stop him from wanting to, though…
“What the hell can you possibly explain to me?? Why you decided to get involved with the child of the people you murdered”?”
“Now wait a minute”!”
“”or how about why you felt like lying about it for months?” She didn’t even seem to notice the tears coming down now, as she glared at Logan and her father intermittently. Shaking her head, she laughed bitterly. “I guess you two have been having quite some chuckle over all this.”
“Ororo, you know that isn’t true.” Charles finally said, the sadness in his voice quite evident, though he didn’t dare come closer.
“Oh? Do I?” She fixed him solely with her gaze, taking a deep, raspy breath. “You…of all people should know better. But, then again, as usual, Ororo is the last one to know, right?”
Thunder crackled overhead, but Charles kept their eye contact, maintaining, “Everything I’ve done, was to protect you. Everything.”
She shook her head, evidently unwilling or unable to hear anymore, and backed away from them both, slipping out of Logan’s grip when he reached for her.
His booted foot barely rose to follow as she hurried down the hall, before he heard Charles’ voice.
“Let her go, Logan.” Charles couldn’t look at him, his face crumpling momentarily before regaining his composure. “Just let her go.”
He hesitated, his chest rising & falling quickly as his heart rate sped. Logan clenched his fists spasmodically, his knuckles itching at the way Charles had said that. It had been as if the elder man truly believed that Logan had meant Ororo harm.
Shaking his head vehemently, Logan never looked back at Charles as he growled, “I can’t.”
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The estate never seemed as large as it did right then as Ororo tore down the halls toward any exit. She was in such a rush, she would have taken an open window at that point.
Her mind was on fire, her head pounding from adrenaline or thinking too much, as she reeled mentally from everything that had happened in the past minutes. Her body was in such a state of unrest that every few seconds you could actually see small currents of static-like electricity moving down her limbs. It was definitely not the time to get in her way.
Unfortunately, as she flew past the downstairs theatre, she collided with Beth who was on her way back with snacks”and popcorn, chocolate & pretzels went in all directions.
“Ro!? Luv, wh--??” Beth could barely get out, as her sister barely paused, only shaking her head and fixing Elizabeth with a tortured look before continuing past her, toward the back of the house.
Beth’s face registered shock from the mental projections coming off of her sister, and simply stood there in the hall surrounded by the mess of snacks at her feet, one hand still hanging in the air limply where she’d touched Ororo. Wide lavender eyes stayed rooted to her sister’s retreating form, as sharp, harsh images flooded Beth’s mind unintentionally from her sister. The patches of the cruel story so disturbed her, Beth didn’t even notice when only seconds later the air rushed by her again as Logan bolted by…
“Elizabeth..?”
The native Brit couldn’t seem to get her feet to turn, as she stood physically jarred, her eyes saucer-sized. Her breath slid out in a ragged exhale as the figure came up behind her. “Dad?”
Charles sat there in his chair, his eyes red-rimmed and he appeared as shaken as his daughters. His pale fingers gripped the wheels of his chair, his knuckles white as paper. Coming out of her stupor, Beth turned and came to him, now deeply concerned with his appearance.
Before she could even question what had happened, Charles’ face suddenly twisted in the most physical and emotional pain she’d ever witnessed from him, and he dissolved into tears.
“Dad..? What’s happened?! Ororo”her thoughts”I saw…” Beth wasn’t sure where to start, or even if she should, considering the look on her father’s face right then.
For several moments Charles couldn’t say anything, simply shaking his head. Tired blue eyes searched her lilac gaze; for what”understanding or absolution?” she knew not. Reaching out to him, Beth took his hands in hers, gripping tightly, before wordlessly opening her mind to him…
25 Years Ago, Cairo…
The entire city block had been cornered off for most of the morning. It was barely 10 a.m. and already the sun was unmerciful in its blistering intensity. As Charles and his escort sped toward the police barricade, he realized the temperature was only a precursor to the way his day was going.
He’d been pulled out of an important meeting by the current American Ambassador to Egypt only a short while ago, and appraised of the situation in downtown Cairo. The U.S. hadn’t been in the business of butting into the affairs of African dignitaries lately, and previously the royal house of Kenya had little to do with the outside world, especially the United Nations.
But that had all changed recently.
Finding out a small reclusive sect of the population of one country can change the global environment at will kind of does that.
From then on, the U.N. and co. had had specific designs on Kenya. And her Ivory Priestesses. Now, with the country’s royalty needing some ‘outside’ help with a very delicate and private matter, the U.S. took this opportunity to be the first to respond”all in the name of diplomatic friendship, of course.
Charles’ mind replayed the information the Ambassador was able to give him. All he knew for certain was that some sort of former lover’s quarrel had evidently erupted again, pitting the crown princess of Kenya, her Wakandan husband and some American photographer against each other. The fate of one small 4yr old girl hung in the balance.
“Just what are they expecting Me to do?” Charles called over the loud engine of the jeep as they took the sharp street corners like the devil was on their heels.
His companion didn’t take her eyes off of the road as she deftly avoided running down pedestrians in the street. Her hard dark eyes remained hidden behind a pair of sunglasses that winked in the bright light as they got ever closer to the center of the city. “Your Ambassador tell us about you, Cha-rales Xavi-er. You help us…control this man. Make him give up.”
His eyes widened momentarily as he focused on her accented broken English. He couldn’t believe his boss would tell anyone about his…condition”abilities, Charles chastised himself”let alone the head of another country, when most of the U.S.’s own government knew nothing about why Ambassador Faraday seemed so convincing at the diplomatic table.
“I see.” Was all he said for a while, as they came to a stop behind the barricades. Police officials were there to stop them, but Charles’ escort flashed some sort of badge or something that he couldn’t see right away.
she pushed up her sleeve again, revealing the bright white ornament curving around her upper arm. Immediately upon seeing it, the officers stepped back quickly. A few bowed curtly, and they all parted to allow them through the crowd, pressing the gathered onlookers back.
Charles didn’t have time to question his companion’s obviously important position, as he kept on her heels through the tightly packed people. He was already ‘reading’ those around him, trying to glean as much important information out of the surrounding crowd as possible before heading into this dangerous situation.
As they came up to the local police captain, the heavy-set Egyptian turned to them, and bowed to the woman with barely more than the dip of his head before he gestured to them both, pointing up toward the building surrounded by his men and U.S. Marines with barricades.
“Up there, Major. We’ve got him held up in a corner apartment. Our intelligence is still attempting to verify his capabilities.”
Charles gaped at the man, and then quickly turned to glance at the people gathered around them. “You don’t even know what kind of weapons he may have?! He’s holding a hostage and you haven’t even cleared the square yet!”
The police commissioner glanced at Charles and hesitated before he said anything. It was a useless gesture of holding his tongue, since the young diplomat could easily pick up his thoughts anyway. “I beg your pardon, Mr…?”
“Xavier,” Charles said tightly, after having gotten a glimpse of the man’s thoughts, “Dr. Charles Xavier, first aide to the U.S. Ambassador. And no”not all Americans are as much of a smart-ass…just in case you were wondering.”
That left the policeman speechless momentarily, until the Major stepped up, apparently unbothered by Charles’ display, and gestured back toward a group of soldiers crouched behind a surrounding building, armed to the teeth. “Captain, those men: are they part of the U.N.’s de-tail?”
Confused, the captain turned, squinting his eyes to catch sight of a small group of camouflaged men. He hadn’t even noticed them before, so well hidden among the other soldiers they didn’t appear any different until the Major called him on it. Now, however, they seemed to stand out like a sore thumb. “What the…?”
“No, they are not.”
The trio turned around quickly to see the young woman standing behind them. She was flanked by 3 other women who couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than the infamous Dora Milajae”the personal guardians of the joined houses of the Kenyan & Wakandan royalty.
The Major nodded silently to her former sisterhood, and bowed respectfully to the young princess. “Utakatifu*…”
“Begging your pardon, princess, but I do not think it’s safe for you here.” The captain ignored the haughty looks the Milajae passed his way as he said this.
Slightly dulled golden-amber eyes turned to him, and as her eyes met with the captain’s, Charles stood behind them, mindful of the fatigue that rolled off of the Kenyan beauty. “I appreciate your concern, captain, but where else would I be?”
Before the man could respond, Charles came forward, startling the Dora Milajae because they hadn’t picked up his presence. That had been intentional on his part, however. “Your grace…”
She raised a hand when one of the Milajae stepped in front of her, blocking Charles’ access. With a quiet word to her guard, the princess raised her chin to look the young American in the eye.
Charles chose his words carefully, “…those men. Who are they?”
“They have been hired by my husband to bring my daughter’s kidnapper to justice. And who are you?” She responded matter-of-factly, with just a trace of hauteur.
The Major stepped a little before Charles, bowing again before the princess. “Forgive the Mmarekani*, High Priestess…I believe your father advisors requested the U.S. Ambas-sador’s assistance. Dr. Xavi-er is here to help…’negotiate’.”
“Please accept my apologies if my father’s counsel wasted your time, Doctor, but I would prefer to do this our way.” She was already set to walk past him.
Charles felt a little stung, and later he would admit it was partially what led his quick tongue. “Your way? That includes hiring mercenaries with big guns who’re quicker to shoot first and ask questions later?”
The princess swung around to him, her eyes pained. “Just what are you--?!”
One of the Milajae interrupted, as a member of the mercenary team gestured, speaking thru his comm.-link to her.
Forgetting Charles, the captain and the Major, the princess stood apart with her guards, who apprised her of the situation reported by the merc team. Behind them, the Major touched Charles on the shoulder.
“Dr., forgive, please. I take you back to the Embassy.”
“Wait--!” Charles shook his head, pointing to the princess & then the building. “I can’t just leave now! What about”“
“Her grace made it clear…”
“Major…” Charles met the woman’s eyes with all the determination he could summon. “I’ve got to try.”
She glanced at the huddle of the princess & her guards for several seconds before responding quietly, “Let us go.”
Charles nodded, following her toward the base of the hotel. They didn’t get far, as one of the mercenaries spied them, and blocked the Major’s path. “Just where in hell d’ya think yer goin’, darlin?”
The woman looked down at the stocky man with a level of disdain Charles had rarely seen, her right hand quietly resting on the hilt of her holstered gun. “Listen, you have job to do, and so do I, mercenary. Now step aside.”
The man chewed on the stub of a cigar in his mouth before rolling it out between two dirty fingers to jab in the air in her direction. “Uh-uh, I don’t think so. The royals are payin’ too goddamn much to let local police screw this gig up fer us.”
Charles recoiled at the man’s callous attitude, and watched the cold, flint-colored eyes as he sized both of them up. “There’s a small child up there. We’re simply trying to save her life before”“
“Spare me the details, boy.” The man flicked the end of the cigar away, sniffing at Charles. He paused, biting back whatever he was about to say next, and changed his mind, amending, “Ah…so that’s why yer here.”
“What?” Charles stepped back with the slightly menacing look the man was giving him now.
“Yer a mutant…” The man paused, almost as if he were waiting for Charles to deny it. When he didn’t, “…well, you can play mind games with this sonuvabitch all damn day, but I got a job t’do…”
Charles almost followed him as the shorter man stalked back to the small group waiting for him at the entrance to the hotel, but something alerted him, taking his attention back to the Dora Milajae and their charge. After a few moments, he grabbed the Major’s sleeve. “Look, something’s happened! You’ve got to get me up there.”
“It’s too late.”
They turned to see the captain standing behind them, motioning them toward him. When Charles & the Major came behind the barricade, crouching down behind a police vehicle, the man explained.
“Our team up on the 7th floor just alerted me; Munroe is becoming more unstable. He’s demanding the princess N’Dare come up there to see him. If she does, he’ll release the child.”
“My God!” Charles was beyond agitated, turning to see the young princess make her way toward the building. “She can’t be serious!”
“He’s made his position clear.” The captain sighed, wiping the sweat from his face. “And so has her majesty. She ordered me to bring our men out and allow her Dora Milajae and those…men her people hired, to take over.”
“This is insane!” Charles stood up, but the Major dragged him back down. He looked at her as though she was crazy. “Let. Me. Up. There. At least allow me to try to resolve this peacefully, before those mercenaries cause more trouble.”
“This isn’t our fight anymore, Dr.” The Major said quietly, looking up to the building. “Our government is going to respect the wishes of the Wakandan & Kenyan Houses. Captain?”
“Yes?”
“You’ll want to clear this square. Immediately.”
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Upstairs, in the dark hallway…,
The mercenary team crouched down low against the wall, their leader first, his wild dark hair falling down into his eyes as he turned to see the Kenyan princess ascending the stairs below them.
He watched her graceful beauty, the stoic way she seemed to acknowledge some sort of predestined fate, as if she were marching to her own hanging. He nodded, seeing that she’d left her ever-present personal guards below, despite their objections. He knew that the only way he was going to get this done was without the watchful eye of the Milajae, and to play right into this fucker David Munroe’s hands; make him believe the princess was there alone, and then yank that rug right out from beneath him.
Turning away, he locked eyes with his 2nd in command, and silently communicated to Victor to be on the ready. Once N’Dare was inside, everything was going to move quickly.
Victor nodded to his Lieutenant, and gestured via sign language the intel their Eyes had, only several feet away closest to the door of David Munroe’s room: ‘1 adult male, hostage-taker; 1 child, hostage; room is 10’x11’, unsecured; subject appears armed and should be considered dangerous’.
“N’Daaaarrre!”
The merc team paused, freezing like stone at the blood-curdling yell. There was desperation in that voice that the team leader didn’t like. He turned to the princess, and their eyes met as David screamed her name again. The Lt. saw years of strain and anguish in the gold orbs piercing him, but her sad position barely registered on his radar of limited emotions.
N’Dare closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Without looking at the Canadian Lt., she spoke quietly (knowing he could hear): “My husband paid you for David’s head. Now I’m paying you for my daughter’s life.”
She reached over to leave something unseen in his palm, and stood up quickly, carefully walking toward the door, and David Munroe’s screams.
“There is a woman in Somaliascraping for pearls on the roadside
there's a force stronger than nature
keeps her will alive
this is how she's dying
she's dying to survive
don't know what she's made of
i would like to be that brave…”
Squeezing his fist closed, the Lt. shoved his hand in his jacket, his face no different than before. Across the hall from him, Victor gave him a weird look, but the Lt. shrugged his unspoken inquiry off, reminding his team silently to keep on their toes.
“Where is N’Dare?! I want t’see her, NOW!!”
She closed her eyes to his pain, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she stood before the door, her palms open to show him she was unarmed.
there is a stone in my heart
she lives a life she didn't choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes…”
Standing there in the middle of the room, his clothes worn, dirty and tattered, David Allan Munroe clutched the small four-year old girl protectively against this breast, as if she and the promise of seeing her mother again were the only things keeping him alive.
As N’Dare met his turbulent gaze, she never doubted that.
‘So,’ she thought to herself, taking one hesitant step inside, ‘this is my price?’
“Y-You…you came..!” David shook visibly, holding the young girl’s head close to his collar, shielding her face partially with his hand.
“I did.” N’Dare spoke and moved carefully, remembering exactly where she was supposed to be standing, and when. “Just as you asked, David. Now, may I see my child?”
“Our child”Our, child.” He corrected her, his blood-shot, glassy eyes watching her like a hawk.
“Yes.” Was all N’Dare said, purposefully coming close, but slow enough so he wasn’t too anxious about it. All she had to do was get Ororo out of his arms…
Clinging to the madman, the young girl looked up at her mother, unsure exactly what was going on, nor what to do. For the past few days her entire world had consisted of back alleys, dirty rooms and the temper of this man as it ran hot & cold. She only knew that he told her keeping quiet would keep her out of trouble. After he’d hit her the 1st time, she didn’t want to be in trouble again.
scraping for pearls on the roadside
there's a force stronger than nature
keeps her will alive
this is how she's dyingshe's dying to survive
don't know what she's made of
i would like to be that brave…”
“I”I couldn’t let them take you both away from me..!” David rushed into explanation at the distant, cool look in N’Dare’s eyes. He took a step back, putting space between them unconsciously. “I sacrificed everything”everything”to be with you, N’Dare…They won’t even let me back into my own country now, took my passport, tried to arrest me…”
“I know, David.”
“I couldn’t stay there. Not after the torture…Your father and that”that jackass T’Chaka wanted to kill me! I couldn’t let them…do that, I just couldn’t let them. And-and then raise my child”My Child!”in that harem in Wakanda?!! Hell no!”
She was able to get close enough to lay a reassuring hand on her daughter’s uncombed white curls…
“That’s why I stabbed Him..!” David finished quietly, his voice a harsh whisper.
N’Dare kept her eyes down, watching Ororo closely, willing her strength into the young girl, to keep her calm, to keep her quiet, until it was time. “I know.”
“You still love me, don’t you? N’Dare?”
She tugged gently on Ororo then, as if making it clear that in order to get that answer, he’d have to let the girl go.
David grudgingly let the small one out of his vice-like grip, into her mother’s embrace, waiting with bated breath for his answer.
“Yes, David.” She nearly crushed her daughter to her chest, her heart thumping so loudly, N’Dare knew David would hear it. As she looked back at him, her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly stumbled, eyes widening tremendously.
Standing there with explosives strapped to his chest beneath his coat, David sighed, smiling. “I love you too.”
Out in the hallway…
Victor’s Eyes alerted the team, and he turned to his Lt., gesturing quickly and urgently.
“Fuck.”
The Lt. was barely up and off of his haunches before he saw Victor cocking his rifle in a run toward the door. His voice was useless, his legs seemed even more so. He couldn’t get to his team quick enough, to warn them, to tell them he had changed their mission, to protect them against the mad-man inside that room.
An ear-piercing scream greeted the Lt. as he rounded the room’s threshold. His acute senses barely had time to take in the scene, as Victor ran in, diving toward David Munroe; N’Dare yelled out to him, running to him with a small white-haired bundle clutched in her arms; David was attempting to fend off Victor’s attack, and reach for the trigger release on the bomb strapped to his body.
the sun gives her no mercy
the same sky we lay under
burns her to the bone
long as afternoon shadows
it's gonna take her to get home
each grain carefully wrapped up
pearls for her little girl
‘allelujah
‘allelujah…”
The Lt. remembered grabbing for N’Dare instinctively, trying to shield her as the percussion from the explosion reverberated in an outward radius, crystallizing the glass of the windows, and shaking the room’s structural integrity.
He felt hot wind rush to his face, as N’Dare kept her child’s body safely cushioned between theirs, refusing to allow him to cover them both. As they fell through the opened hole in the floor, he folded his body around the small girl in his arms, covering her head and as much of her trunk as he could, and just hoping she had sense enough to hang on.
Plaster, glass and concrete rained down on them, and the Lt. felt his heavy body land solidly against something hard; it hurt like hell, but he knew the pain meant he was still alive, and hadn’t been blown to pieces.
Buried beneath the rubble, all he could hear through the ringing of his ears was the muffled sound of distant screams, but even those were drowned out by the pitiful whimpers below him.
Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see part of N’Dare’s body nearby, partially covered by a portion of the wall, her thin brown arm reaching out toward him”no, not to him, but the body he still held protectively against him. Amazingly, a tiny frail arm was stretched out awkwardly, gripping the lifeless fingers of her mother.
there is a stone in my heart
she lives in a world she didn't choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes
…hurts like brand-new shoes”
Disentangling the girl’s fingers from her mother’s, the Lt. held her near battered body as he struggled to unearth them from the ruins. The light of day was slow in coming, but finally he could stand, albeit shakily. Dust & debris surrounded them; he hurt in too many places to count; the kid wasn’t doing too hot either, and there was no sign of his team. Everything was so quiet…
He didn’t know if it was the realization of N’Dare’s sacrifice, the look he’d seen in David’s eyes, or the sound of this child’s tired, broken sobs, but something in Lt. Howlett’s resolve finally succumbed, and he reached down, shielding her face so she couldn’t see what was left of her mother’s body.
“It’s okay…it’s gonna be okay.”
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Visibly shaken, Beth fell back against the carpeted floor, landing on her behind as the mental contact and physical proximity to her father was broken. Tears freely streamed down her face as she fought the trauma that felt all-too-real, though she realized it was only from the memories of her sister, the 1st hand account from Logan and Charles, that her father had held inside for a quarter of a century.
She looked up at him, her lovely eyes a question, a deep sense of betrayal that had almost mirrored Ororo’s. Shaking her head, she couldn’t seem to speak, to verbally translate all that was running through he mind, but nor was she able to call forth any telepathic ability to take its place.
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Bright blue eyes turned to white clouds as Ororo watched Logan from the several feet of beach between them. He had been able to stop her finally, some yards away from the house, but she wouldn’t let him within a few feet of her. Now, as they squared off, a hard, cold rain pelted them, soaking their clothes, and a merciless wind gusted every few minutes, threatening to knock Logan off of his feet (and simultaneously reminding him of the power he was dealing with).
Ororo’s clouded gaze stared hard at him. She couldn’t believe what he’d just told her, and her expression confirmed that.
A ‘Love triangle’…The jealous prince…a woman trapped by duty & honor, the love of her child.
And the mercenary in the middle of it all.
“You knew she wasn’t going to walk out of there alive.” It wasn’t a question. “You were going to kill them yourself, together.”
“It’s what N’Dare wanted.” His voice was quiet, cryptic, and he couldn’t look her in the eye right then. “She knew even if she got you out alive, her husband would never allow you to see yer next birthday. David’s antics all but assured that. The peace between Wakanda & Kenya hinged on those 2 houses playin’ nice. N’Dare havin’ another man’s baby wasn’t part o’ that deal.”
“B-But, Dav”my…father”“
“Munroe had issues long before he met yer mother. I didn’t find that out till later, though. The attempt on T’Chaka’s life was just the last straw. He was gonna die, no matter how that cake was sliced. N’Dare still felt something for him though, I guess. But more than that, she wanted to make sure you got out alright. We didn’t have a clue what Munroe was up to, but I think she realized it was too late fer them.”
“And that’s where you came in?” Ororo spat, cutting her eyes to him. She found she could barely look at him now, without seeing everything else she now remembered. It was all too much. Just too much.
“I gave her my word.”
“And she gave you her money.” Came out before she even realized it. The quickly covered look of hurt in his eyes didn’t faze Ororo one bit, however. She was hurting, and so much that she wanted someone else to share in the feeling.
Logan raised his hands, unsure what to do, then dropped them to his sides. “I dunno what to say, darlin’.”
She started walking past him, her clear blue eyes harder than he ever thought he’d see them. “I think you and my father have said enough…”
“Wait.” He reached out to grab her wrist, needing to make her understand, to forgive him, but Ororo wasn’t going to have any part of it. She yanked her hand from his grasp, and it went up into the air sharply, about to come down at him.
For a long pregnant pause, she stood there, her hand in the air, before lowering it to her side, still trembling in anger. Shaking her head, she turned away, and started walking back toward the dark house.
“Goodbye, Logan.”
His chest felt cold and empty inside at the tone in her voice, the way her eyes looked over him as though he were less than a stranger”no, more like an enemy.
Logan stood there, watching her leave, taking any remaining piece of him that was still able to Feel right along with her.
To Be Continued…
Notes:
(translated from Swahili)
* “Majesty” (translated from Swahili)
** “American” (translated from Swahili)
