Nyx, Logan, The Mavericks, Chelsea and Nathan
Morning at the Mansion, and the mail had arrived. Nyx sat down with Logan, chatting and saying good morning to the people around her as they got their breakfasts. Nathan was sitting up the back away from all the people, gazing over everyone's head and sipping from a mug of strong black coffee. Chelsea was sitting with some friends she had made, and the Mavericks were laughing loudly at some quip Demetria had made.
The mail was handed out, and Nyx looked up in surprise as she was handed a box. "Did someone spill some perfume or something?" She asked curiously. "Cos, I swear something smells like flowers, very strongly." She started to open the box.
"DON'T" Nathan leapt to his feet, a flicker of presight clouding his eyes for a moment. Nyx's horrified scream sounded as his cup shattered on the ground, spraying the scalding black liquid over his legs. Chelsea and Nathan's cry of pain echoed a moment later as Nyx's emotional torment burnt their senses.
"OH GOD!"
"What, Nyx, what's wrong?" Logan embraced the hysterically sobbing cat, and looked in the box. He sucked in a breath. Kittens. Dead kittens, eyes barely open and surronded by perfume soaked cotton balls. Obviously to fool the people with highly developed senses.
"He, he, he, oh my god!"
Logan picked up the note that was stuck to the side of the box.
Happy unbirthday, Nyx. Love, Cain. Give my regards to Rogue.
"I'll kill him." Logan was barely aware of anything as rage flooded his brain.
"He killed them because of me, the poor babaies! Oh, Logan...look at them. God, this is my fault! They're so little, and, and look at them! He snapped their necks!" Nyx wailed, and then she seemed to forget the words as a cry of pure animal grief sprang from her throat. Keening wails resounded off the walls, and Logan enfolded her in his arms.
"We'll get him, Nyx. We will."
Nyx, Logan and the Mavericks
"What kind of sick bastard snaps kittens necks?" Mordred whispered to the other Mavericks.
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? He wouldn't have killed them if I hadn't been a cat! He killed them because of me-ee." Nyx sobbed heartbrokenly.
"Baby, you can't blame yourself."
"I CAN! I DO!" Nyx seemed to suddenlty go insane and attacked Logan, claws extended, hissing and biting. "IT'S MY FAULT!" She went cat, carefully picked the dead kittens up in her mouth and leapt out an open window to grieve. The people in the room could still her wails faintly, and Logan slowly folded her clothes as the scratchmarks faded from his face. He left the room, and the the students started talking loudly.