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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. *mmmm
* is telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. “ mmmmm ”
is spoken out loud.
Prequel
(Part 1): It
had started out like any other mission. Trouble in town; mutants in
danger, go save them…should have been easy. Should have been like a
ton other missions. But it hadn’t. It had been a trap and Scott had
lead the others right into it. Gunshots, blood, pain, it all washed into
one. They had been terribly outnumbered but by humans with guns. They
could have killed them all; escaping. Scott himself could have just
opened his eyes and blasted them all to kingdom come. But he hadn’t.
Xavier had been with them that time, which he rarely was but he had
received a message from Magneto stating he was in trouble and needing
his help. The message had of cause turned out to be false and Xavier had
been captured with them. He had ordered his X-men to not hurt the
humans, to surrender. The losses on both sides would be too great if
they did fight. Logan and Remy especially had hated the idea and Scott
wasn’t too fond of it either but he didn’t want others to get hurt
or die and had followed up on Xavier’s order. He had ordered
surrender. Some of the humans had come to them and placed strange
collars around their necks and they had all lost consciousness. Now
people were slowly starting to wake up. Part
2:
“ Wake up, One-Eye,” a harsh voice demanded and a hand slapped him hard on the cheek so his head flew to the side. Scott moaned, blinked…and saw colours. Quickly he closed his eyes again. “
It’s alright, Slim. These collars prevents us from using our
powers,” Logan’s voice said and Scott carefully opened his eyes
again, turning his head away from the source of Logan’s voice so not
to hurt him should he be mistaken. “
Where are we?” Scott asked weakly as he sat up. They were in a big
room with metal walls, a visible force shield separated their room from
a hallway. In the distance Scott could hear screams of pain and laughter
and the sounds sickened him. Jean, Ororo, Rogue, Kitty, Peter, Remy,
Jubilee, Bobby, John and Xavier where all in the room, lying on the
floor or against walls expect Rogue who lay on the only bed in the room.
A small door lead to another room. “
The bathroom,” Logan said as he followed the other man’s gaze. Scott
got to his feet and found Jean, her eyes closed, bruises and cuts
covering her body from their battle, leaning against the back wall.
Scott kneeled next to her and felt her pulse. It was strong and he
sighed in relief. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead and went over
to the force shield. “
No use. I hav` tried,” Logan said and showed Scott his bloody hands
and Scott flinched but still backed a little away from the shield only
to throw himself against it. He was thrown back and hit the back wall,
falling down on the floor next to Jean. “
Told you,” Logan said simply while he again checked Rogue who he had
put on the only bed in the room as he had been the first to wake. She
was still out of it and a part of him was glad. During their battle she
had been forced to absorb a lot of the humans from the anti-mutant
organisation which called themselves Friends Of Humanity (FOH) to defend
herself and her team-mates. Logan had done everything in his power to
prevent this but they had been too outnumbered for him to protect her
properly. He hoped her mind hadn’t been permanently damaged by the
people whose minds she had stolen. Hopefully the collars which prevented
them from using their mutant powers would also prevent the other peoples
minds from invading hers. “
Yeah,” Scott simply said as he painfully got up. Logan eyed him
closely as he throw himself at the force shield again, apparently having
calculated that spot in the field to be the weakest. He seemed as a man
possessed, needing to get out. Logan understood that. He shared many
treads with his namesakes, the Wolverines, and hated being locked up
more than anything but he had been beating on that damn force shield for
hours without any luck. He’ll had to admit that he couldn’t break it
down and when he with his surgically strengthening skeletal couldn’t
break through Scott had no chance. Without a word he went to Scott and
throw himself at the force shield with him. After almost a half hour
where Scott had been fighting with the force shield and lost; his hands
as bloody as Logan’s and blood running down his face from a small cut
in his face, Logan lay a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “
We can’t get through,” for Logan the words were surprisingly gentle
spoken. “
I wouldn’t accept that! We just have to try harder,” Scott said and
shook Logan´s hand off him and got ready to throw himself at the force
field for what seemed like the 1000th time. “
Look, One-Eye. I aren’t kidding you. We can’t get through. What
makes you this stubborn now, anyway? You’re the one who told us to
surrender in the first place,” Logan growled and grabbed Scott’s
torn shirt and drew him closer, fury and murder in his eyes. He would
never forgive him for that. Never. “
Do you think I wanted to? We had no choice. We were horribly
outnumbered,” Scott almost yelled but Logan could hear the pain and
doubt behind his words but he was too angry to care. “
You brought us here. Brought Rogue in danger,” Logan yelled and hit
him in the face, watching Scott’s head fly to the side, his cheek
still red from when Logan had tried to wake him up earlier. Without
thinking Logan hit him again and blood ran from Scott’s nose as he
heard bone break. Scott made a swing at him, his bloody fist colliding
with Logan`s face. Logan hit Scott again, this time sending the other
man to the ground. Scott put a hand to his side and a moan of pain
escaped his lips and Logan got concerned despite his anger. He hadn’t
meant to damage Scott like that. If nothing else Jean`ll kill him. “
You alright?” Logan asked as he kneeled beside him. “
Yeah,” Scott whispered hoarsely, his face pale. Logan took hold of his
right hand which covered his side and forcefully removed it. It came
away sticking with blood. “
Why the hell didn’t you say you had been injured in the battle?”
Logan complained and took his shirt off, tearing it to strips to make a
bandage for Scott. “
I’m…fine,” Scott rasped but still let Logan look at the wound. It
was deep and should be cleaned to prevent infection. It was from a gun. “
Do you know if the bullet is still inside?” Logan asked as he eyed the
injury. It didn’t look fatal but if it got infected or if he lost too
much blood things could get ugly. “
It…is,” Scott answered as he closed his eyes shut against the pain.
Logan searched in his memories of the battle to figure out when Scott
could have been shot. It didn’t seem too logical as Scott’s powers
allowed him to shot from a safe distance. Then he remembered. “
You took this bullet for Jean, didn’t you?” Logan bummed, talking
more to try and keep Scott focused than anything else. “
Yeah,” Scott got out before clashing his teeth tightly together to
keep from screaming. The pain from being slammed into the back wall
repeatedly by the force shield didn’t help either. “
Are you two alright?” A gently voice asked as Ororo kneeled next to
Logan and saw Scott’s wound. “
Finally awake, hey?” Logan asked as he let Ororo see Scott’s wound. “
We’ll have to remove the bullet,” Ororo stated as she had looked at
the wound more intensely. “
Oro….You…ok?” Scott asked weakly as his strength was leaving him. “
No permanent damage,” Ororo simply answered. She saw something and
walked over till one of the side walls and next to a unconscious Remy
she picked up a small branch. She kneed next to Scott and put it in
front of his mouth. “
Bite on this so not to bite off your tongue.” Scott opened his mouth
and bit into the stick, desperately trying to hold the fear away. He had
felt pain before but always hated this waiting. “
Logan, hold him down,” Ororo commanded and Logan nodded and pinched
Scott’s hands to the ground. Ororo let a finger run over Scott’s
wound and then looked Scott in the eyes which she could now see. They
were actually quite beautiful, a rich blue colour like a summer day.
Under other circumstances she would have been very happy for him that he
could see properly but she didn’t have time for that and neither did
he. Scott nodded at her and braced himself. Ororo let her right hand
disappear into his side, searching for the bullet and Scott stiffened
and choked a scream as Ororo searched inside him. She tried to be gentle
but it wasn’t easy. Finally her fingers brushed something she could
identify as the bullet and dragged it out while Scott bit into the
stick, his screams muffled by it. “
Got it!” Ororo proclaimed triumphantly as she held up the small bullet
for both men to see before putting it on the ground. “ He needs
stitches.” “
Unless you always carry your needle work with you Ah can’t see how,
Mon Ami,” a new voice said as Remy had awoken. “
This will have to do,” Logan said and let go of Scott and Ororo
stroked the hair away from Scott’s sweat covered brow and tried to
remove the stick in his mouth but Scott had bit so hard into it that she
had to use all her strength to get it free. “
You alright, Scott?” she asked worried as he lay so still for a while,
his eyes closed. “
He has passed out,” Logan said as he had checked the younger man’s
pulse. “
Have you checked the others for injuries?” Ororo asked as she stood
again, her compose as regal as ever but her eyes held a hunted look
which would probably never leave. “
I was a ..bit angry when I awoke so no,” Logan admitted. “
The Cajun goes check,” Remy said as he went over to his team-mates. He
first went to Rogue, taking her pulse through her glove. Something in
his eyes disturbed Logan and he walked over and took Rogue’s hand into
his and away from Remy. “
Marie is fine. I checked her,” Logan growled. After waking it had been
the first thing he had done and then placed her on the only bed. “
Over here. Peter seems to have broken his arm,” Ororo called as she
sat next to him. Even unconscious he hadn’t let go of Kitty’s right
hand with his left one and his body lay as a shield in front of her as
he had always stood in front of her in all the time they had known each
other. Ororo knew that Peter’s mutant power of turning his body into
steel often made him stand as a shield in front of his lover as he also
had today. Logan reluctantly let go of Rogue’s hand but placed it
gently over her chest. He shot Remy a warning look. “
Check the others,” he growled and went to Ororo. He kneeled by
Peter’s side and checked his arm. “
It isn’t broken just dislocated,” Logan said as he moved Peter’s
arm up and down. “
Well, what do I know? I am not the doctor around here,” Ororo shoot
back, the fear of what was to happen next giving them all a short fuse. “
Ok, ok. Hold him down in case he wakes up while I put this back in
place.” Logan
took a good hold on Peter’s dislocated arm and Storm turned the
unconscious student on the side, holding him down. Logan looked to Ororo. “
Go,” she said and held him down. Please
don’t let him wake, she prayed to any God who would listen. Logan
took a good grip on Peter’s arm and with a crack it fell into place. “
Auuuuuuuu,” Peter screamed and tried to sit up but Ororo managed to
hold him down until Logan drew back from him and she let him up. He
looked around and rubbed his now located arm and mumbled a rain of
Russian curses. He turned to Kitty and stroked some hair out from her
eyes and checked her for injuries. Satisfied that she was alright for
now he turned back to his team-mates. “
Thanks, Tovarisch,” Peter said softly and eyed their surroundings. “
Could be worse,” Bobby said as he rubbed his neck and sat up. “
I don’t see how,” Logan growled. |
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