Eight

They're everywhere. I can smell them and feel them―oh my Goddess. I could hear snarling and shouting and the sound of snapping bones. My skin was crawling under their rough hands. They left sticky trails of blood behind and the sensation forced bile into my throat.

"Help me please," I sobbed but a firm hand curled around my arm just as the words left my mouth. My pulse throbbed in my temples and my fingers were going numb. I flailed, desperately trying to get the hands off but they just kept grabbing. It felt like I was drowning.

A hand firmly gripped my jaw and the growl that sounded as my head was forced upwards startled me. I jolted, the rogues' hands disappearing almost instantly as my eyes snapped open. My chest was heaving and I felt like I couldn't get enough air in but it didn't matter. They were gone.

"Roxanne? You with me?"

Xavier's voice echoed in my ears and I closed my eyes again, curling in on myself. He saw all of it. "I'm with you," I murmured.

His grip on my jaw t