Heart's Desire

Chapter 11


Charles woke early Sunday morning, stretching languidly only to freeze when he noticed the empty spot next to him. “Logan?” He questioned softly, sitting up quickly and looking around the room. He noticed a piece of paper under his book and pulled it out and read it.


Charles, the window was open and I caught the scent of someone who we thought was dead. It was Jean, I could smell her. So if I’m still gone before you wake up, I went to check and see if it really is her. Sorry.

Logan.


“Jean…alive…” He whispered, shaking his head quickly. “It’s impossible, Logan killed her himself, she can’t be alive!!” He slid out of bed, quickly pulling on his clothes and hurrying out of the room and down to Cerebro. “I have to check this out.” He muttered to himself as he put Cerebro on and began searching.


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Logan woke slowly, feeling woozy as he turned his head too fast. Trying again, he moved his head slower, looking around at the room he was in. The room was plain, metal equipment lying around, the smell of antiseptics and chemicals permeated the air. He found himself chained naked to a metal table, lower half covered by a sheet. He could feel wires and needles sticking out of various parts of his body.

“Ah Logan! Glad to see you awake!” Logan growled at the voice of William Striker as he moved to stand over him. “You are the perfect mutant, aren’t you?” He stroked his fingers across Logan’s cheek, pulling back quickly to avoid being bitten. Striker just smiled and moved around the side of the table. “And now,” He continued, brushing his hand over Logan’s stomach lovingly. “You are perfect in every way.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Logan growled angrily, trying to break the chains, but finding himself slipping into unconsciousness. Before he blacked out, he heard Striker say, “Uh-uh Logan!! All in good time! Now, let’s begin the procedure…” The voice trailed off as the darkness took over.


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Charles searched for over an hour, but could find no trace of Jean, or Logan. “Damn!” He muttered as he pulled the helmet off, setting it back down. “Logan…what happened?” He clenched his fists tightly atop of Cerebro’s consol. “I need to find him. But…I can’t ask the others to come with.” He said quietly, shaking his head. “If Jean really is alive, and she did something to Logan, I can’t risk any of their lives against her. I have to redeem myself for failing to stop her myself. Hmmm…” He muttered thoughtfully.

An idea popped up and he smiled, quickly heading out of the room, and hurrying to his office. Opening a hidden panel behind several books on his shelf, he pulled out a shoulder pack with an attatched cord and helmet. “Luckily I still have this portable Cerebro unit.” He said to himself, slipping the straps onto his back and making sure it was secure and still worked. “Just a precaution…” He muttered as he headed out of his office, a small figure following after unbeknownst to Charles.


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*Logan’s POV*

I could feel myself drifting in and out of unconsciousness, I could hear snippets of conversation every once in a while, random things that made no sense. “Yes…we need to work quickly…..healing factor…..” The mumbled conversation was a ways away and I missed most of it before the blackness took over again.

Drifting to the surface again and found myself in the middle of an even stranger conversation than before. “It will be fine….will be transferred as soon as it’s removed….then we will be able to create an even better mutant weapon, starting from the earliest stage of development. Oops, looks like Logan here has woken up. Jean? If you wouldn’t mind?” Striker said, his head coming into my view.

“Of course.” Jean’s face appeared above me before my vision blurred and the dark took me once again…

TBC

How’d you like it? Sorry about the short chapter!! I promise the next one will be longer!! I need to work on a bunch of my stories and wanted to get at least a chapter posted to let people know I haven’t stopped writing this one!!