Black crowds the edge of my vision. Pain... Pain, all through me. Like someone...well, like someone stabbed me. Voices. Shouting my name, other names, someone begging. A steady drip-drip-drip, from a liquid too viscous to be water. Blood, my nose supplies. My blood, my brain points out in a matter-of-fact sort of way. Odd. I can actually feel my body shutting down but my brain doesn't seem inclined to follow. Instead it's being remarkably cheery, considering its body is bleeding out.
I can see why they call it tunnel-vision. There's only a tiny pinprick of light left. I twitch my left ear, more out of instinct than anything. Would the elephant on my chest please get off? We're reaching St Pancras Station, all off for the Continent. Oh, and there's my brain catching on. Funny. I thought dying would hurt more. Unless this isn't really dying, but me just waking up, ready to go back to school. It's about time if this is all a dream. Oh. My vision's clearing... I swear, if I float out of my body, I want a word with whoever's in charge of dying. Could you get anymore cliched? Is this death? Because everything's sort of swimming back into focus, the black leaving the edges of my vision and then my brain starts scolding me. Healing factor, idiot. Oh yeah... I mean, not a super-fast, super-effective, bring you back from a skeleton healing factor. But apparently I heal from 'fatal' injuries. Just very, very slowly.
"Okay, who's sitting on my chest. Please get off. It hurts."
"Oh. Hi Isaac. Can you get off my chest please? You're kind of stopping me breathing."
"You did stop breathing."
"Oh. I kind of guessed that. My brain was displaying signs of oxygen starvation. Hallucinations and all. How long?"
"Three and a half minutes."
"Oh. Cutting it close then?"
And he punches me in the stomach but only gently.
"You had me worried!"
I grin and sit up.
"Come on. I'm harder to kill than a cockroach. And they can survive having their heads cut off."
"If. You. Do. That. Again. I. Will. Kill. You."
"Nice. Real smooth, Isaac. Reaaal smooth."
And as we're walking back, I exchange a curt nod with Logan. We'll talk later. After Beast's finished mother-henning me and gives me a good to go.
We all sat in the dining room around the table. Everyone was serious. Professor Xavier wheeled himself into the room. He nodded in my direction. I kept my face completely straight.
"No one's been seriously hurt, thank god," Professor X said. "Storm is still in the infirmary but she'll be fine in a couple of days."
"How could this happen?" Dr McCoy said. "There's no way the Brotherhood should have been able to get past the sensors we installed."
"It doesn't matter how they did it," Rebekah said. "The most important matter at the moment isn't the Brotherhood. They've got back their leader which should keep them happy for the most important thing is what we're going to do about time. From what Dr McCoy said it's started to speed up now. We don't have much time left to stop it."
"Well put Bekah," Professor X said. "It seems when the both of you came to this world you ripped a hole in the fabric of time and space. Our realities are going to collide eventually and then who knows? It could be the end of life as we know it."
"So what are we going to do?" I said.
"We're working on it," Dr McCoy said. "I've talked to Reed and we have a plan. Not a very good one mind you but it's all we have at the moment. Maybe if you guys find a way to go back you can repair the tear."
"That's not guaranteed. We could make it worse and how do you repair a tear in reality anyway?"
"That's what Reed and I are working on at the moment. We'll get back to you within a couple of days hopefully."
Logan was sitting at the end of the table in silence. He hadn't said a word since the attack. I wanted to talk to him but everyone was steering well clear of him so I thought I'd follow suit. I had read loads about Wolverine, about his past, and about his murderous rages. Looking at him sitting there, I could see how he could have been a killing machine. He looked perfectly composed sitting there, but I could tell by the sound of his racing heart and his creased brow he was in a deep meditation. The thing with Bekah had hit him harder than I thought. His eyes snapped open and he stared directly at me. I felt like I'd been caught staring but my gaze didn't waver. A smile hovered at the corners at his mouth. He would be okay.
I stood up. Everyone looked at me. They were still in the middle of a heated discussion.
"I'm tired. I'm going for a nap, laters," I said, and with that, I walked out.
I checked in with Ororo. She was under heavy sedation so I left. I phased through a couple of walls and ended up outside. Teleporting seemed too much effort right now. I looked up at the stars and thought for the millionth time what I'd done so wrong to deserve such a fate as this. Stranded in a strange world, with nothing familiar to comfort me. My powers and the whole mutant thing was great at first but now there was nothing I wouldn't give to be back at home. I lay down on the cool, velvet grass and went to sleep.