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Chapter 18
Chapter 18
“I’ll be back in one week, two at the most.”
During the first week Erik wasn’t really worried. Logan had said it would take at least *one* week before he could return home, maybe even two. Erik knew there was something wrong with the whole “mission”-thing, but he trusted Logan, since his lover had never broken a promise before. If Logan said he would return, then he would return. In time.
One week passed. Erik waited patiently, trying not to think of how worried he really was, and also trying to do something creative, not just mope around the house like a sad little ghost while waiting for Logan to return home.
Unfortunately, that was exactly what he did. Erik often didn’t bother cooking for one person, so therefore he didn’t cook at all. Not that he felt any hunger. All he hungered for was his lover’s touch.
It became worse as the time passed. During the first week Erik really tried to be optimistic, repeatedly convincing himself that there was no need to worry. He hadn’t heard anything from Logan, though – not even a phone call – and that alone was a reason to worry. Erik knew that staying in touch was something that Logan valued highly, and would never give up voluntarily.
When the second week of absence began, Erik became more and more depressed and worried. He had trouble sleeping, and hadn’t eaten anything in several days. Thoughts of Logan were constantly in his head, and gave him no peace of mind. He didn’t bother doing normal daily duties, like cleaning, carrying out the garbage, doing the dishes (in case there were any), and finally he had neither the strength nor the motivation to care for his personal hygiene. He didn’t shower for days, just lay in the bed, awaiting a sound that could indicate Logan’s return. Whenever he heard something outside, he tensed up, but fell back into misery when the sound appeared to be something else, like a bird flying off a twig.
At last he only left the bed whenever he had to relieve himself, or when he got too thirsty to ignore it. Nothing mattered anymore. All he wanted was Logan back. Still, Erik couldn’t help worrying what Logan would think when he returned and found in tin this mess, in his half-zombie-like state. He was only sure that Logan would be very disappointed in him.
When the two weeks Logan had given him had passed, Erik had to realize the harsh truth; it didn’t seem like Logan was coming back, and it also seemed like Erik couldn’t live without him. Logan had been there, sturdy and solid as a rock for the past 40 years, and Erik was hopelessly dependent on him. Without him he might as well die.
On the 16th day of absence, Erik thought he’d had enough. He would never see his Logan again, apparently, and therefore he had no reason to continue life either. He decided to wait the day out; perhaps there was still a small chance Logan was coming back, but if he hadn’t returned by midnight, Erik would kill himself.
“Logan, I hate you…” he murmured while lying on the bed. He didn’t know how much weight he’d lost, and he didn’t care to know either. He couldn’t even stand his own reflection in the mirror.
“Why did you do this to me?” he continued to slur; maybe to himself, maybe to an imaginary Logan. “Don’t you know I can’t live wit you you? You should, you know, after 40 years. I just can’t believe you left me here to die. What did I do to deserve that? Did I anger you in some way? Or disappoint you? Or did I become too old? I did, didn’t I? I knew the day would come, when I could no longer attract you. Was it time to move on? Find someone new, young, f… Wh… Why bother with an old fart like me? You…bastard…”
If Erik’s head had been clear, he would never have believed he would ever say such things about Logan. He knew Logan loved him, and would never abandon him. Ever. The obvious explanation was that something had happened – maybe Logan wasn’t even alive anymore, because Erik knew not even an ocean could keep them apart.
But Erik’s brain was no longer functioning correctly due to the lack of nutriment, and the easiest way of coping was to simply blame Logan.
“I HATE YOU!” he cried out with the full power of his lungs and the exertion made his head spin. “I WISH I HAD NEVER MET YOU! I WISH YOU HAD LEFT ME THERE TO DIE!”
Suddenly the metallic night lamp on his bedside table was hurled through the room, and hit the wall with a bang. Erik laughed bitterly and joylessly.
“So my “gift” is still on, eh? You might as well abandon me too, everything else has!” he sobbed and looked at the remains of the smashed lamp on the floor. He wished there would have been some way he could use his powers to search out Logan, but there wasn’t. His powers were utterly useless. Just like he was.
Erik glanced at the bedroom wall clock. It was soon midnight. The time to end his life. Slowly Erik realized, that he hadn’t even thought of *how* to finish himself. And besides he was sure he wouldn’t have the guts to do it. He was useless in that area too.
“I don’t need to kill myself…” Erik murmured. “Time will do it for me.”
Then he lay down in the bed again – always on Logan’s side – and fell into a half-sleep/half-unconscious state.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Erik woke up in the morning, he first believed he was dead. Then he realized that he was feeling too sick to be dead, and that could only mean he was still alive and in pain.
It took him a while to get his brain focused, but when he had, he started wondering what had really woken him up.
It was the doorbell. For a long time Erik refused to believe it. The doorbell was actually ringing? Here? Now?
Logan? No, Logan would never ring the doorbell in his own house.
Erik tumbled out of bed, wearing nothing but a pyjama, and fumbled his way to the door. He was so weak he had to lean against the wall for support when his head started spinning, but when he had overcome the dizziness he continued toward the door.
The bell kept on ringing very persistently, as if the person in question wasn’t going to give up before the front door was opened.
Erik fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door. He didn’t even bother looking through the peephole, since it really didn’t matter to him anymore. If it was an assassin sent to slay him, he wouldn’t care.
Outside stood a man Erik had never seen before. The man was about his age, maybe a couple of inches shorter, bald, well-dressed and very distinguished-looking with a kind, wise face.
“I am professor Charles Xavier,” the stranger introduced himself. “And you are Erik Lehnsherr, I take it?”
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Erik slurred. The weakness came over him again, and he had to lean against the doorframe.
“You are very weak, Erik,” Xavier said in a calm, authoritative tone. “Let me take care of you. I’m a doctor. Please come with me.”
“Come… where?” Erik breathed.
“Don’t be frightened. I will not hurt you,” Xavier assured. “I only want to help you. Come on, now, Erik. Trust me.”
Xavier grabbed Erik’s arm lightly, and tried to pull him outside. Erik was too weak to struggle, and the stranger’s calm, kind voice soothed him in some peculiar way. He let Xavier pull him out, and even took a few steps out in the fresh air. But that was too much for him. Erik’s head spun around, and he collapsed, famished and exhausted, in Xavier’s arms.
TBC
“I’ll be back in one week, two at the most.”
During the first week Erik wasn’t really worried. Logan had said it would take at least *one* week before he could return home, maybe even two. Erik knew there was something wrong with the whole “mission”-thing, but he trusted Logan, since his lover had never broken a promise before. If Logan said he would return, then he would return. In time.
One week passed. Erik waited patiently, trying not to think of how worried he really was, and also trying to do something creative, not just mope around the house like a sad little ghost while waiting for Logan to return home.
Unfortunately, that was exactly what he did. Erik often didn’t bother cooking for one person, so therefore he didn’t cook at all. Not that he felt any hunger. All he hungered for was his lover’s touch.
It became worse as the time passed. During the first week Erik really tried to be optimistic, repeatedly convincing himself that there was no need to worry. He hadn’t heard anything from Logan, though – not even a phone call – and that alone was a reason to worry. Erik knew that staying in touch was something that Logan valued highly, and would never give up voluntarily.
When the second week of absence began, Erik became more and more depressed and worried. He had trouble sleeping, and hadn’t eaten anything in several days. Thoughts of Logan were constantly in his head, and gave him no peace of mind. He didn’t bother doing normal daily duties, like cleaning, carrying out the garbage, doing the dishes (in case there were any), and finally he had neither the strength nor the motivation to care for his personal hygiene. He didn’t shower for days, just lay in the bed, awaiting a sound that could indicate Logan’s return. Whenever he heard something outside, he tensed up, but fell back into misery when the sound appeared to be something else, like a bird flying off a twig.
At last he only left the bed whenever he had to relieve himself, or when he got too thirsty to ignore it. Nothing mattered anymore. All he wanted was Logan back. Still, Erik couldn’t help worrying what Logan would think when he returned and found in tin this mess, in his half-zombie-like state. He was only sure that Logan would be very disappointed in him.
When the two weeks Logan had given him had passed, Erik had to realize the harsh truth; it didn’t seem like Logan was coming back, and it also seemed like Erik couldn’t live without him. Logan had been there, sturdy and solid as a rock for the past 40 years, and Erik was hopelessly dependent on him. Without him he might as well die.
On the 16th day of absence, Erik thought he’d had enough. He would never see his Logan again, apparently, and therefore he had no reason to continue life either. He decided to wait the day out; perhaps there was still a small chance Logan was coming back, but if he hadn’t returned by midnight, Erik would kill himself.
“Logan, I hate you…” he murmured while lying on the bed. He didn’t know how much weight he’d lost, and he didn’t care to know either. He couldn’t even stand his own reflection in the mirror.
“Why did you do this to me?” he continued to slur; maybe to himself, maybe to an imaginary Logan. “Don’t you know I can’t live wit you you? You should, you know, after 40 years. I just can’t believe you left me here to die. What did I do to deserve that? Did I anger you in some way? Or disappoint you? Or did I become too old? I did, didn’t I? I knew the day would come, when I could no longer attract you. Was it time to move on? Find someone new, young, f… Wh… Why bother with an old fart like me? You…bastard…”
If Erik’s head had been clear, he would never have believed he would ever say such things about Logan. He knew Logan loved him, and would never abandon him. Ever. The obvious explanation was that something had happened – maybe Logan wasn’t even alive anymore, because Erik knew not even an ocean could keep them apart.
But Erik’s brain was no longer functioning correctly due to the lack of nutriment, and the easiest way of coping was to simply blame Logan.
“I HATE YOU!” he cried out with the full power of his lungs and the exertion made his head spin. “I WISH I HAD NEVER MET YOU! I WISH YOU HAD LEFT ME THERE TO DIE!”
Suddenly the metallic night lamp on his bedside table was hurled through the room, and hit the wall with a bang. Erik laughed bitterly and joylessly.
“So my “gift” is still on, eh? You might as well abandon me too, everything else has!” he sobbed and looked at the remains of the smashed lamp on the floor. He wished there would have been some way he could use his powers to search out Logan, but there wasn’t. His powers were utterly useless. Just like he was.
Erik glanced at the bedroom wall clock. It was soon midnight. The time to end his life. Slowly Erik realized, that he hadn’t even thought of *how* to finish himself. And besides he was sure he wouldn’t have the guts to do it. He was useless in that area too.
“I don’t need to kill myself…” Erik murmured. “Time will do it for me.”
Then he lay down in the bed again – always on Logan’s side – and fell into a half-sleep/half-unconscious state.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Erik woke up in the morning, he first believed he was dead. Then he realized that he was feeling too sick to be dead, and that could only mean he was still alive and in pain.
It took him a while to get his brain focused, but when he had, he started wondering what had really woken him up.
It was the doorbell. For a long time Erik refused to believe it. The doorbell was actually ringing? Here? Now?
Logan? No, Logan would never ring the doorbell in his own house.
Erik tumbled out of bed, wearing nothing but a pyjama, and fumbled his way to the door. He was so weak he had to lean against the wall for support when his head started spinning, but when he had overcome the dizziness he continued toward the door.
The bell kept on ringing very persistently, as if the person in question wasn’t going to give up before the front door was opened.
Erik fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door. He didn’t even bother looking through the peephole, since it really didn’t matter to him anymore. If it was an assassin sent to slay him, he wouldn’t care.
Outside stood a man Erik had never seen before. The man was about his age, maybe a couple of inches shorter, bald, well-dressed and very distinguished-looking with a kind, wise face.
“I am professor Charles Xavier,” the stranger introduced himself. “And you are Erik Lehnsherr, I take it?”
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Erik slurred. The weakness came over him again, and he had to lean against the doorframe.
“You are very weak, Erik,” Xavier said in a calm, authoritative tone. “Let me take care of you. I’m a doctor. Please come with me.”
“Come… where?” Erik breathed.
“Don’t be frightened. I will not hurt you,” Xavier assured. “I only want to help you. Come on, now, Erik. Trust me.”
Xavier grabbed Erik’s arm lightly, and tried to pull him outside. Erik was too weak to struggle, and the stranger’s calm, kind voice soothed him in some peculiar way. He let Xavier pull him out, and even took a few steps out in the fresh air. But that was too much for him. Erik’s head spun around, and he collapsed, famished and exhausted, in Xavier’s arms.
TBC