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Nadja Lee

Trapped in Darkness 8

Warning > This story deals with rape, violence, torture, sex and much  more. I don’t think people under the age of 18 should read this. <Warning

English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: “X-men” and all the characters here belong to Marvel , 20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.
Disclaimer:  The song Remy sings in part 6 is “I lay my love on you” by Westlife and they belong to themselves, Ronan Keating as their manager and their label company and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Disclaimer:  The song in part 29 is “Amazing Grace” by John Newton and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.

Timeline: Set after the movie
Universe: Set in the movie universe. Only the movie NOT the book that goes with it! Contains elements from the comic books.
Pairing: Scott/Jean, Logan/Rogue, Storm/Black Thunder (Original Character) , Xavier/Gabrielle, Peter/Kitty, Bobby/Jubilee, Remy, others
Summary: As the X-men are captured and taken as slaves will they survive and at what cost?
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: R
Warning 1: Character death!
Warning 2: This story deals with rape, violence, torture, sex and much  more. I don’t think people under the age of 18 should read this.
Note: Black Thunder is my own creation but I was inspired by several X-men.
Note 2: This story has a kind of sequel which is much lighter in tone. It’s “Christmas Of Tomorrow”
Dedicated to: The author of the story “X-MEN: FRIENDS OF HUMANITY” which inspired me to write this story. I recommend you reading this story at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Stonewall/6257/Xmen1.htm
It is a great story, a classic I would dare to say. Note that it is novel length, contain a lot of dark material like explicit sex and very graphic rape and torture scenes, much darker than this one, it is set in the comic universe and in her story Bobby Drake (Iceman) is gay.  Also it is unfortunately not finished.
Thanks to Christina for the Beta and Marianne for the read through.

*mmmm * is telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. “ mmmmm ”  is spoken out loud.

Part 8:  
" What do you have there?" Cecilia asked as she saw Black Thunder coming through the door, carrying a naked and very bruised white young man.
" Do what you can," Black Thunder said as he lay the man on a medical bed in the mutants hospital wing where he had taken the man.
" I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker," Cecilia complained but still went from the young boy in the other bed to go check on the man Black Thunder had just carried in. Cecilia was a tall black woman, she too wearing the collar as Black Thunder did. Before all this had happened she had been a doctor and when Black Thunder had found her in all the confusion he had suggested that she worked as a doctor for the mutant slaves, arguing that a dead slave wasn't worth anything. Cecilia had to work with used and old equipment and never enough medicine and she often had to lose her patients over things which could have been cured had they been allowed to come in time and had she had decent equipment. She began looking at Scott's wounds on his torso. There were marks from beatings and burn wounds from cigarettes. When she had first come here she had been shocked at the cruelty of her captors but now nothing shocked her. She had several times been asked to keep captured run away mutant slaves alive for interrogation so they could be alive until they reviled who had helped them and how. She had wanted to refuse but the alternative had scared her too much. She had been there and never wanted to feel that pain again. Besides she was a doctor. She couldn't refuse to help them either even if she knew she had patched them up so they could be tortured again. She remembered once when Black Thunder had come to her while she had fought to save the life of a young woman who had been tortured for hours which wasn't an easy thing to do. Without a word he had walked to the machine keeping the woman alive and turned it off. As she had tried to go to her and try and save her but Black Thunder had blocked her way; holding her back. She had cursed him then, cursed his calm voice as he had told her it was for the best. When later she discovered the fate all her "saved" patients got she had understood his reasons even if she didn't agree with them. In his opinion life without hope was no life at all. He and all the others may be slaves but they
on of life; some more than others. The mutants she had been told to patch together had not been alive. They were already dead as soon as they had been caught.
" I know you can do this," Black Thunder said and helped her tend to the man's wounds and turned him over so she could treat his back. She looked at the angry red welts, the dried blood and the already beginning scars.
" This is barbaric," Cecilia said angrily as she put some healing ointment on his bruised back and made a bandage for him.
" I have seen worse," Black Thunder commented tonelessly as he worked mechanically with her. Cecilia cast him stolen glances. She had known him for almost three years now yet she still knew as little about him as when they had first met. She was sure that deep inside he was a good man but she couldn't figure out why he worked with their captures. He was a man who was very hard to get to know. The slaves whispered about him, some good but mostly bad. After all; he was to most a traitor to his own kind. He was a highly placed errand boy for the Captain. That and a very skilled assassin. She had heard rumours about him. That he was the one the captain sent out if he wanted someone eliminated, slave or guard alike. Oh, yes, it wasn't just the slaves who were controlled with an iron fist.
" How soon till he is able to work?" Black Thunder asked much later as the man was bandaged and now slept in the hospital bed.
" Three days," after years of practise and due punishment the lie rolled easily off her tongue. If he were to be at his best she actually wanted to keep him in the hospital for weeks but she knew that was impossible.
" I can give you till tomorrow but that's all and then he's to be ready when I come for him," Black Thunder turned to go.
" Wait. Who is he?" Cecilia asked curiously. She had never seen him before. He was actually beautiful. At least he had been. She hoped the wounds wouldn't scar too badly, especially the one he had in his face.
" ...The leader of the X-men," the answer was long in coming and he turned to leave again.
" Don't he have a name?" Cecilia asked and couldn't keep a hint of amusement out of her voice.
" To me; no. A name means you cast emotions and ties. That will only destroy you. Never do that, Doctor. Never, " Black Thunder's voice was as even as ever but Cecilia could have sworn she heard a hint of sadness in it.
" Then why did you save him? And he's even white!" Cecilia asked after him. It wasn't that she had anything against whites but all their guards were white as well as all the leaders of Genosha. It could be hard to separate the hate for one's captives and all whites in general. Sure, a fair share of the mutants here were white but still..she also knew of Black Thunder's .if not hate then distaste in whites. Especially white males. She didn't know what demons he had and what role white males had played in it but she was sure it hadn't been Santa Claus. She too, had had it difficult even before she had been brought here. She had been black and then a woman and yet still she had fought to get into and stay at medical school. She had felt the prejustice even if it hadn't been spoken out loud. When she had been working at the hospital, how many times had white males not automatically assumed that she was the nurse and not the doctor? Especially if she had a white, male nurse or doctor with her they would turn to him and not her. Then when it had been discovered she was a mutant..everything had fallen apart.  She wasn't even a powerful mutant. She could make protective force shields around herself and others but that was all. The trussing and turning of her newest patient brought her thoughts back to the present and she returned to his bedside. She increased his sensitive and he fell into a peaceful sleep. She knew that when he was away from her care he'll have pain and he'll remember. Nightmares and traumas would develop. As long as she could help it she wanted to prevent that even if it meant him being unconsciousness for the most part. But then around here, unconsciousness or dead were the only two ways to forget pain and the world for a while.
Cecilia took a small flashlight and looked at the man's eyes. Since Black Thunder had brought him in unconscious, she hadn't seen them before. One eye looked alright but she saw a red light glitter in the back of his eye from time to time and she was sure that this man's mutant power had something to do with his eyes. She looked at his right eye which was swollen and forced shut by dried blood. She forced the eye open and lid into it. She almost dropped the flashlight in shock as she saw his right eye stare unblinking back at her. It seemed as if a small, sharp and very warm object had been stuck into his eye. He had been blinded on his right eye! Anger and compassion filled her mind. Anger towards this man's tormentors and compassion towards her patient. She knew both feelings were dangerous and Black Thunder would warn her against them but she couldn't help it. This man didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. She wanted to sit by his bedside as if that would somehow help him but a scream from the other end of the hospital room filled with beds told her that she had new patients yet again. With a last look at the man in the bed, bandages covering his abused body, she turned to resume her never ending work. 


Part 9


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