Author’s Note: This is a creative writing for my X-men rpg (roleplay game) original character, Betsy Martin, based on the events in the film “Logan”. In the rpg I am a part of, Logan is Betsy’s mentor, teacher, and alpha; I knew that, after seeing this film, I was going to need to write her way out of all the feelings. This writing contains spoilers for the film so…read at your own risk, darlings.

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She was just finishing her mid-morning meditations when she was shattered out of her relative peace. Had she heard it or felt it, a roar that echoed ever so faintly on the air from the mountain pass? A roar that lived only in dreams and memories-turned-nightmares. It made her blood run cold and the hairs on her arms stand up. Only two things had done that in the past twenty years, and one of them no longer existed.

The world then went quiet. So quiet. It was such a profound silence that no one else heard it. But she did. She could feel it. The earth itself had stopped breathing, and so did she for a few long moments. Then…the world resumed as if someone had pushed the PLAY button again. A few hours passed and then she heard the call, the call that they had new ones crossing over. Not just new ones. Children! Alone. She hurried to meet them. Several were injured; she assessed them at a glance and sent them on to Doc.

Bringing up the rear was a girl. Small, slight, covered in blood, and reeking of sorrow. Sorrow and…her blood went cold again and she almost staggered back a step at the scent that hit her nostrils and drilled into her brain. She didn’t react, however, as the girl approached and stopped before her. They stood there in silence, facing each other. Gleaming sharpness was visible for a mere second, a reflex like stretching. Each knew each. She swallowed, hard, at the scents of iron and grief, a question forming in her darkened eyes. The child before her merely nodded once in wordless reply before moving on with the others.

She stood there for a long time afterward, silent, unmovable, staring out towards the pass and beyond it. Everything was gone now. Finally, she inflated her lungs with a deep, full breath. The only way was forward. Finally, she turned away from that direction, from that life, from the shadows that had fallen over her own for half her life.

“Love you, Old Man. Get some rest. I’ll take it from here,” Betsy murmured on a breath that no one would be able to hear but that she was sure he did.