The room
It was late at night. Logan was in his room. He was still wearing his suit. His breathing was calm. He was looking at his hands. More precisely, at the back of his hands. Why was he like this? What made him like this? Was he really born with metall claws? Logan didn't have the answers. He wished he had. But he doesn't.
Logan was on the floor. Sitting. The floor was cold. I mean, why wouldn't it be? It's winter.
He continued to look at his hands. They're slightly shaking. He didn't want this. He never asked for this. He didn't need this. He didn't need his claws. Why did he have them if he didn't need them? His life would be so much better without them. So much easier. All they do is bring pain.
Logan sighs. It's so quiet in his room. It's also clean. Which is rare. Scott forced him to clean his room this morning. Logan still doesn't know why he forced him. It was his room. He could decide what to do with it. Not Scott. But. He had to admit. It does feel pretty nice having a clean room. But. Again. Logan knew it wasn't going to last very long. He never was a person to keep things neat and tidy. In fact, the opposite.
After a while of thinking, Logan got up. His hands are still shaking a little. He looked out the window. It was snowing.
He always felt home when it was snowing. He doesn't understand why. He knows he's Canadian. But still. Why does snow give him so much comfort? Maybe the coolness of it? Who knows. Logan definitely doesn't. He just likes the snow. And that doesn't bother him.
Logan opened the window. The fresh air hitting his face. Logan took a step back. It got him off guard. He thank looked outside the window. It was dark out. And all he could see was snow. On the ground. On the roof. And falling from the sky. It looked beautiful. It looked like it was from a movie. It didn't seem real. But it was. Logan felt the cold. He even stretched his arm out the window to catch some snowflakes.
After a little while watching the beautiful scene, Logan closed the window. It was cold. He was already cold, and now he is even more cold.
Logan laid in bed. He wasn't sleeping. He was just lying there. Doing nothing. He was just... thinking. How come he can't remember his past? What happened in the past? What happened for him to forget the past? All he had were questions. But no answers. Logan just kept staring at the ceiling. There were some scratch marks on there. He himself doesn't remember doing. But it could only be him. I mean, who else has three claws in their hands? Unless it was Mystic that did it. But that was unlikely. He hasn't seen her in a long time.
As the silence filled the room, Logan was still in bed. He was still lost in thoughts. Until a familiar voice spoke to him
"Logan. You should go to bed. It's late."
Charles told Logan through telepathic. Logan ignored Charles. He wasn't in the mood to go to bed. But at the same time. He didn't have anything to do. All he was doing was staring at the ceiling. With that, Logan got up from bed. He walked to the closet and started to take off his suit.
Logan was now in shorts. He stood there doing nothing. He didn't know what to do. If he should get dressed or not. That he didn't really know. Why? He doesn't know. He has a weird feeling. A feeling that says he should get back into the suit. But at the same time, he wanted to get into his pyjamas. He then put his suit back on. He stood there. Not sure why he put the suit back on. Maybe for... comfort? No. The suit doesn't comfort, nor is it comfortable. The suit is quite uncomfortable, actually. He stood there for a few moments. Confident. Logan wasn't sure why he put on the suit. He sat back down on the bed. But this time, instead of looking at the ceiling, he looked outside the window.
He still could see the snowflakes falling from the sky. Maybe that's why he put on the suit? He wanted to go outside? Was that the answer? Yes. Yes, it was. But the next question is. Why?
Why did he want to go outside? What was outside what pulled him into going? Why was his feelings telling him to go outside? The only way to find out is by going.
He looked at his hands. He didn't put on the gloves yet. Maybe he should if he's going outside.
Those damn hands. It isn't even the hands he hates so much. It's what's inside. The claws. Those are the ones he hates so much.
Logan sighed. He got up from the bed. Walked to the table next to his closest. Grabbed the gloves and put them on.
He hates wearing gloves. It's uncomfortable. But. At the same time. It hides it. It hides all the nonexistent scars. The scars that heal instantly. Others might not see them. But Logan. He sees every scar. The gloves are a way he doesn't see them. And he doesn't know how to feel. He should be proud of them, should he? Why wasn't he? Was it because he hurt innocent people before? He doesn't know. He wished he did.
Logan quietly walked through the halls of the X-Mansion. It was dark. And it was just silence. Sometimes you would hear a student's snores. But other than that it was quiet. It's the only time the X-Mansion is quiet.
Logan slowly and quietly opened the front door. He stepped outside. The cold air hitting his face again. It was cold. But he liked it. He sat down on the snow. Looking at the dark sky.
He then heard the door opening...