Tears roll unchecked down her face. Her arms hang loosely at her sides,
black-gloved hands clenched into fists slowly relaxing. With slow,
deliberate movements she pulls the gloves off her hands and drops them to
the floor, not looking where they land.
She closes her eyes as she reaches one hand to her head, feeling the outline of her face, along her brow, down her cheeks, around her jaw line. She follows the path of her nose and her lips, not once wiping away the tears still coursing down her face.
Opening her eyes, she reaches out to the full-length mirror she is standing in front of, her hand tracing the reflection of her face, the same as she had her physical self.
Turning her back on the mirror, her shoulders slumped and the tears come stronger than before. Balling her hand into a fist, she bit down on it, before spinning around, screaming as she smashed the mirror into pieces, the shards flying everywhere, some cutting into her face, but luckily not embedding into the skin.
She sank to the floor in a crouch, pulling the gloves over her hands again then wrapping her hands around her ankles, tears streaming down her bloody face more than ever.
How long she sat there she didn't know, disturbed only when the door opened and someone called her name.
Looking up she managed a weak smile. Logan's greeting died in his throat as he saw the state she was in. He rushed to her side and pulled her into his arms.
"Marie, what's wrong?"
She sniffed and pulled away from him. "Who am I? What am I?" As he was about to respond she carried on. "I'm a freak Logan..." She tried to carry on but her voice cracked as fresh tears flowed from her eyes.
"A freak? You think you're a freak?" Logan snikted his claws out and made a show of examining them. "I'm pretty sure these make me a freak. And as for one-eye... Let's not even go there. You're not a freak darlin', you're an ordinary girl with an extraordinary power. You just need to learn see yourself again."
She looks up at him through her tears. "But your admantium skeleton and claws aren't a natural mutation... My death-touch is"
"All the more reason that I'm the freak." As he spoke he retracted his claws.
"But..." She mulled the thought over. "At least you can control it. I can't. I touch someone and they die and there's nothing I can do with it. You claws don't come out unless you want them to."
"Summer's can't control his power either, does that make him even more of a freak?"
"No, because he has those glasses from Professor. Xavier to help him control those blasts."
"So perhaps Xavier can do somethin' for you as well. Had you thought of that?"
"Well, no," she admitted.
Logan pulled her to her feet. "Let's get you cleaned up and go have words with the professor then shall we?"
"Yeah, ok then". Logan guided her into the bathroom and gently cleaned the blood and tears from her face.
Marie stared out into the other room, looking at the shattered remains of her mirror. "Logan?"
"Hmm?"
She turned back to look at him. "Do you think I'm going to get seven years of bad luck for breaking the mirror"
"No darlin'. I think all your bad luck is behind you. Smashing the mirror was... Kinda like gettin' rid of bad memories. You're in good company now and things will just keep on gettin' better for you."
She closes her eyes as she reaches one hand to her head, feeling the outline of her face, along her brow, down her cheeks, around her jaw line. She follows the path of her nose and her lips, not once wiping away the tears still coursing down her face.
Opening her eyes, she reaches out to the full-length mirror she is standing in front of, her hand tracing the reflection of her face, the same as she had her physical self.
Turning her back on the mirror, her shoulders slumped and the tears come stronger than before. Balling her hand into a fist, she bit down on it, before spinning around, screaming as she smashed the mirror into pieces, the shards flying everywhere, some cutting into her face, but luckily not embedding into the skin.
She sank to the floor in a crouch, pulling the gloves over her hands again then wrapping her hands around her ankles, tears streaming down her bloody face more than ever.
How long she sat there she didn't know, disturbed only when the door opened and someone called her name.
Looking up she managed a weak smile. Logan's greeting died in his throat as he saw the state she was in. He rushed to her side and pulled her into his arms.
"Marie, what's wrong?"
She sniffed and pulled away from him. "Who am I? What am I?" As he was about to respond she carried on. "I'm a freak Logan..." She tried to carry on but her voice cracked as fresh tears flowed from her eyes.
"A freak? You think you're a freak?" Logan snikted his claws out and made a show of examining them. "I'm pretty sure these make me a freak. And as for one-eye... Let's not even go there. You're not a freak darlin', you're an ordinary girl with an extraordinary power. You just need to learn see yourself again."
She looks up at him through her tears. "But your admantium skeleton and claws aren't a natural mutation... My death-touch is"
"All the more reason that I'm the freak." As he spoke he retracted his claws.
"But..." She mulled the thought over. "At least you can control it. I can't. I touch someone and they die and there's nothing I can do with it. You claws don't come out unless you want them to."
"Summer's can't control his power either, does that make him even more of a freak?"
"No, because he has those glasses from Professor. Xavier to help him control those blasts."
"So perhaps Xavier can do somethin' for you as well. Had you thought of that?"
"Well, no," she admitted.
Logan pulled her to her feet. "Let's get you cleaned up and go have words with the professor then shall we?"
"Yeah, ok then". Logan guided her into the bathroom and gently cleaned the blood and tears from her face.
Marie stared out into the other room, looking at the shattered remains of her mirror. "Logan?"
"Hmm?"
She turned back to look at him. "Do you think I'm going to get seven years of bad luck for breaking the mirror"
"No darlin'. I think all your bad luck is behind you. Smashing the mirror was... Kinda like gettin' rid of bad memories. You're in good company now and things will just keep on gettin' better for you."