Having noted the Wolverine Documentary he and Laura both enjoyed was coming up next, Catalyst made his way to her bedroom. Sure it was 3 AM but that never stopped him before. Knocking his frown deepened as the door swung open under his knuckles. Interesting.
“Laura?” Advancing inside he finds it empty. Empty and open. Both unsettling but there could be some logical explanations. Closing her door behind him he walks down the hallway. His search takes him to all the normal places: danger room. No.
He checks all of her hiding spots. Even the ones she thinks he doesn’t know about but he accidentally stumbled upon. Keeps those to himself to ensure she always has privacy. But he checks this time.
Kitty pauses mid phase through a wall to poke her head back out, sleep clouding her vision. “Its kitty, and what are you doing up?”
Looking thoughtful she frowns, smoothing her hair as her gaze returns to him. “No, not since lunch.” A strange expression crosses her features. “She missed dinner too.”
His heart skips a beat. Laura? Miss food?! That was like: HIM MISSING FOOD. It never happened. They either hoarded food or were at every meal. Religiously.
“Thank you Ms-Kitty, I hope you sleep well.”
“Let us know if you dont find her, thats really weird I hope shes okay.” Kitty mumbled through a yawn, struggling to finish the sentence. She gives him a small wave and phases back into her room.
Catalyst is left in the hallway, room tilting. Laura is not inside the mansion, which meant the next logical step was outside. But why would she miss dinner?
A million logical scenarios bugged through his mind as he left the mansion to stalk the grounds. She could have wanted some time away and took a snack. She could have taken dinner elsewhere without notifying anyone. She could have gone out with Logan.
So many things, but when he finally gets near the school’s garden something catches his eye. Those were footprints.
Vaulting the small shrub he lands near them. Studying them. Whoever left them was Laura’s height, and they were limping. Alright-not ideal but maybe she was fine. Or she’d heal.
He begins following them, knives out, guard up. Its only when he finds the large amounts of blood and the lacerated tree that he feels his blood beginning to pump in his ears. Adrenaline spiking he feels his powers straining to release against the inhibitor.
Logic. Temper panic with Logic.
Taking a deep breath he moves methodically through the forest, a faint shriek catching his attention. Laura. That was Laura. Pursuing the agonizing noises he comes to a stop. She was nearby.
“Laura?” He calls out in a hushed shout, unsure whether this was a trap or if it was just..Laura being Laura.
