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She sits in a corner of a small room, trapped inside of a straitjacket.
She had tried to bit her wrists open and now they were tied to her chest. She couldn't lift them even to scratch an itchy nose.
Swallowing around a gag there's an odd, leathery taste in her mouth. She chews on the thing. Her tongue is still sour from biting it.
Nothing else to do, she stares at the room's closed door.
It's locked and there's no handle. She could kick the door but nothing would happen, no-one will answer.
The door only opens from four to five times per day.
Check ups at morning and evening, two meals per day.
And then maybe experiments on her.
It is now five days from the last testing, if she estimates right. They probably soon have something new.
The mutant hits her head against upholstered wall. Hits couple of more times.
She is bored. So so bored. And a bit numb from sitting like this for long time.
Leaning forward she falls down onto the floor face first.
There's a deep chuckle with hint of growl.
"Shut up", Anna mumbles through the gag.
"Didn't say anything bambi", the feral man says while crouching next to her. "Just admired your gracefulness. That's what deers are known of, right?"
"And kicking."
Squirming in the suit she rolls onto her back and immediately regrets it. The ceiling light is blinding, so she turns onto her side.
Ears perk as surveillance camera in the room moves and focuses back to her.
Ignoring it, Anna focuses onto the boots in front of her. Looking up, she sees Victor, crouching with arms resting on his knees and looking down at her.
He has... Become a bit blurry, nowadays.
Some features of his face are a bit off. Did he had that kind of t-shirt when she last saw him?
Doesn't actually matter. She could imagine him in a tutu if she wanted to.
Victor growls and slumps to sit.
"Don't you dare."
"Oh? And what will you do about it?" Anna thinks this time.
"I'll leave."
Now that's not possible, she knows. He's in her mind, he can't leave. If he tries, she'll just imagine him right back. Still, the threat holds her from remarking the fact.
Instead she closes her eyes.
After a moment Anna feels a palm, ever so lightly, petting her head. She almost can't feel it.
But if she tries harder, she can feel the long claws with every stroke.
...How long has it been?
Weeks, maybe a month or more? There's no clear signs of days changing. She can only judge from when the door opens and when she's taken into check ups or tests.
She isn't sure but Logan may also be here. She remembers him hazily before she woke up in a room tied to a chair, with strangers dressed in lab coats. She maybe heard Logan yell in a distance at some point. Then she was knocked unconscious, and moved into this room.
The possibility of Logan also being here was at the same time worrying and comforting. Anna would like to know where exactly he was and see him. And get out of here.
Victor is scowling, arms over his chest and he looks away from her.
"Jealous?"
"...Maybe."
Now that's an answer Anna didn't expect and it makes her worry. After all, this Victor is just the creation of her own imagination. He says what she wants to hear, what she would think real Victor would say. She's getting crazier. She has to get out of here.
"Yeah but how? You pretty much have been loosing your cards every time. They're cautious of you."
Not helping. Need a window, figuratively, even just a small one.
"How about that pervert? He seems to like you."
Maybe not anymore after kicking and busting his balls. A stain of blood had formed on his trousers as the man was stunned.
"Yeah. Males don't take kindly after that. Can hold it against you to the grave."
"Then maybe I should had kicked your nuts. Then all this wouldn't have happened..."
"You blaming me?"
"Yes."
"How the hell this is my doing?"
"You came into my territory. And just messed up everything."
"Not true."
"I was happy before you came and decided to be my stalker."
"You were happy to finally have some company."
"If you hadn't brought me to the hospital, I wouldn't be here!"
Anna screams through the gag, kicks her legs against the floor and writhes.
This is the puss fault, everything! If he hadn't come, if he hadn't stayed, Anna would had never- If he hadn't brought her into that hospital, these people wouldn't have known about her!
And now she was in this horrible room that made her go insane. Driving her into wanting the damn puss just come and take her away or something. Anna wanted out, she wanted her freedom!
She screams again through the gag.
The door opens.
Anna goes silent.
Two guards enter the room. She is so happy.
She however doesn't want to be cooperative, not moving her legs at all. So they just grab her from the leather handles on the back of the straitjacket.
The guards drag the mutant out of the room like that.
Anna almost giggles from giddiness for getting out.
The hallways are almost as bare as the room, but the walls and floor are cold, hard concrete. Sometimes there's colored lines on the walls, and text. The lights flicker over her. Now and then there's someone walking past them. A person on a lab coat or having the same kind of gear as the guards taking her. Anna has not seen any other like her in this place. Was it just her? And maybe Logan?
Feeling all these stimulations buzzes Anna's nerves. But she tries to focus.
Remembering the road, see and think what's behind the closed doors and on the hallways they don't take. The code that the guard feeds to the door which has become familiar to her.
Room 119.
It's either check up time, or testing. She wishes it will be the first one. Those she knows and what happens at them, but the tests? She never knows what the tests will held.
Soon she's tied up by belts. Her arms are against metallic armrests and legs on either side of the chair. She looks at the man, Fred. The pervert.
He usually lets his touches linger more than is necessary when he fastens the belts. He makes faces when his supervisor or the guards don't pay attention.
But now he doesn't do anything creepy. He's fast and does only the mandatory, glaring whenever their eyes meet.
Guess he's still mad about that kick.
A woman sitting back towards them is typing the keyboard.
Dr. Mishark reads on the badge which always hangs from her white coat. She has red, short hair and she always looks tired, speaking with this lengthening, even voice. She doesn't talk to Anna though. Anna had already made clear that she doesn't want to describe the symptoms she suffers when they use something on her.
However, this time Dr. Mishark talks to her, and there's actually some spirit behind the woman's actions.
"Your test results from the last test were promising, 1977", the woman says while standing up and walking to the tied up mutant. The doctor keeps talking.
Anna understand some of what is said. She studied human anatomy and organs but then doctor goes into DNA, cells and molecules and Anna is lost after that.
And though knowing probably won't help her situation, Anna wants to understand what is being done to her. She hates unknown. She despise unknown and uncertainty.
"That's why you struggle."
Victor is back, standing right behind Dr. Mishark, towering over the woman.
"Can't admit anything without a fight."
"Shut up."
"You know it's not dangerous to admit for yourself at least."
"I need to focus on surviving here."
"Hmmm..."
Anna's gaze follows as the feral man walks around the room. Victor walks to the small mobile table. There are bottles and syringes and needles and tubes and all these nice little things that she soon will be poked and inserted with.
"What do you think? Is it gonna be hot or cold this time?" Victor questions as he looks at the bottles. "Stinging or buzzing? Your right arm's inner elbow looked pretty used last time. Like junkie's."
"Shut, up."
"Need me to hold your hand?"
"Fuck you."
"You did, couple of times, already."
"Please..."
Straightening up the feral man walks back and stands next to Anna. The hand with claws places on top of hers but she can't feel it. Not the weight nor the warmth that she hardly remembers anymore.
The real person in front of her, Dr. Mishark, gets enough and tells Freddy to inject something coded. Anna blinks and tries to relax, control the shaking that's hiding inside just under the surface.
She glances at the hand still laying on top of hers. It flickers. She doesn't want it, him, to disappear.
She tries to focus on it, remember. She can't forget, she doesn't want to. She can't forget how he feels like, how he speaks, looks and smiles.
She... She needs his strength. Her own... It is not enough, not anymore. Not with this lengthening torture that wears her mentally out and ties her physical strength down.
This whole thing is not the same as stalking and fighting against some bleeding opponent.
Staying here is making her crazy.
She needs to stay lucid, and remembering Victor does that!
"Knew it."
Smug. He's smug. Has that stupid, smug smirk.
"And sexy voice that purrs against your ears", whispers the voice as she sees Fred approaching with loaded syringe.
Claws that can cut skin like hot knife through butter, strong and deadly. Eyes of a true predator.
Victor came for her, when she was wounded and alone.
The spot on her left inner elbow is wiped with antiseptic before the needle is pressed in.
She breaths sharply through her nose.
Would she be how stupid, weak, if she hoped that Victor would do that again? Save her? How pitiful would she be? Would he mock and look down at her, if she could not break from this by herself?
Would Victor call her a prey?
It stings when the sharp, thin needle pushes into her arm. The liquid inside of is injected.
It feels warm and stings, spreads. Heart is ramming against her rib cage.
Victor's hand starts to flicker again, vanishing and she panics.
"I wanted to trust you. I wanted to and tried. I started to. You gave me little of that, that I've always searched."
"And what's that, cub?"
She lifts her gaze, staring, ignoring as her shirt is opened and things to monitor her vital signs are placed across her naked chest. A machine starts beeping and making noises but she doesn't focus on those irritating sounds.
Father is looking at Anna.
He's scowling with heavy brows, dark eyes looking her over and father is the only thing Anna can see at that moment. He's large, a bear, more of an animal than human. A monster.
Anna feels like crumbling under the judging gaze, piece by piece and father doesn't even do anything else than just stares.
She starts tearing up, hyperventilating.
She's that little girl again. Who can't do anything but take it whatever father gives.
Because father knows best.
"The hospital was never a safe place", father rumbles. "Too many strangers, too open places, too many unknown areas. Anyone could come in and out, even into your room. And you were weak. An easy prey in a trap, no weapons. And yet, he left you. Easily to be taken. He didn't care if someone takes you."
The world is turning into uncertainty, waving, making her nausea. Her insides are flipping around, like in a washing machine.
"You should had taken the control. Secured the room and stopped lazing around. And fucking. You just let him use you like I used your mother. A prey for breeding and eating."
Hot, thick lava is raising inside her. It burns her throat. Makes her gag.
"Did you forget everything I taught of how not to be a prey?"
Anna pukes. The stuff is bitter, warm, white and part of it gets stuck inside her mouth because of the gag. It slides right back down into her throat, suffocating her.
People start reacting, rushing to her.
She feels dizzy and then shocked by a lighting. It fills her with uncontrollable energy that and waves over her sides.
"A prey waits to be attacked by a predator and never fights back. Just runs and hides, but in the end gets eaten. A predator never looses against a prey."
"Get her on the bed and take that gag out now!"
She's released and two pairs of hands starts carrying her by limbs. She coughs.
"Help me with this!"
"So which one are you, cub? A little prey? Or a predator that hunts everything?"
Shaking, staring up at Fred, Anna acts.
She pulls her held arms, shoots upwards and bites onto Fred's throat. Sinks her teeth until they slam together. At the same time her legs starts kicking wildly. She's uncontrollable, determined like a deer getting up after falling down.
Fred lets go and stumbles backwards down to the floor, juddering as blood pours out from the open hole in his throat.
Spitting out piece of flesh Anna takes on the next, closest living person in the room.
The only guard in the room.
She lunges, gets hit away by a fist. She turns back and again rushes towards. The guard gets their pistol out and shoots couple of times.
She doesn't feel the bullets, can't feel the hot pain. Hardly slows her down. She makes her way to the guard and steps to aside as they try to hit her again.
She grabs the straightened hand and using it flips the guard onto the floor. Grabbing their hair she bashes the person's head against the hard floor many quick times.
Anna hears Dr. Minshark's risen voice almost screaming into a phone.
Grabbing the pistol from the guard's hand, Anna shoots the doctor. Then the guard and just to be safe, also Fred.
Still shaking Anna pants and spits the mixed taste of vomit and blood. She wobbles a little bit on her feet. Shaking her head, slapping herself, she focuses.
She's alone in the room.
Free to move.
She has to act quickly.
The window is open now and she needs to jump through it before it closes again.
Logan goes between unconsciousness and being aware of things.
He slumps against the chair which he is securely strapped onto. There's this machine next to him. It beeps now and then, sucking his blood through tubes. He feels completely powerless.
He can't lift even his head.
It has been like this almost from the start, ever since he and Anna got captured.
The people here have been keeping him out of it, strapped down and when ever he's somewhat awake, he's on this goddamn chair and bumped out of blood by that fucking machine that makes those annoying hell noises!
How long of this? Days?
Can't remember.
It's like a repeating nightmare.
"Logan?"
The sounds of the machine are gone. Time to lie back down?
"Logan!"
A sharp slap across his face.
Blinking and slowly focusing he sees someone standing in front of him. A guard, they're cursing while holding their raised hand.
"Freaking metal bonehead... Hey, Logan!"
They know his name? He didn't give that, he didn't have anything on him that would- The phone.
Another hit and the person grabs him by his shoulders, bringing their face to his eye-level. He knows those eyes.
"Logan wake up now, or I'll leave your ass here."
"...Anna?"
"Yeah", she starts removing all these tubes and things from him, not gently, but he's just happy to get free from them. Happy to see Anna alive and free. She has the guard gear on and blood all over her.
"Wha- What hap...end?"
"Questions later. Now, how well can you move?"
The male mutant takes support from the chair as he shakily gets up. The room is too bright as he's a bit more awake.
"Stand a minute, I'll give you something. This may first make you bit dizzy and nausea."
"Wait. Wha-?"
Logan grunts from a the stink and after a couple of seconds he drops back into the chair. He start shaking as this odd wave of warmth and burning washes over him, suddenly bringing everything inside him to a peak. He's suddenly so alive and aware that it's overwhelming.
Makes his mind turn.
"Now get up and lets get out of here."
Looking up at the female the feral male growls, gets up and marches to the door. Slamming it open he looks at either direction, sniffs the air and listens. So many people running and shouting in the distances. Smoke is stinging in the air, not yet visible.
Anna pushes past him. He glares down as the female leaves the cover of him being on the front.
"Let's follow the green line", she says and points.
Stepping again in front of her he pulls out his adamantium claws and starts running ahead, she right behind him.
Need to keep the female safe, need to get out.
Following the green line they encounter couple of guards.
Without a moment of hesitation, Wolverine charges and slices easily all of them. Quickly annihilating the threat. He glances at Anna, who stops from raising her gun. The female looks impressed, making him smirk.
She looks at him, brows knitting for a moment.
"...Let's go."
Running they follow the line. They try to avoid most people who are also going the same way.
Suddenly Logan is grabbed by the back of his t-shirt and he whirls around, snarling. The female lets go, startled, before scowling at him.
"If we keep running that direction, we will get spotted by a lot of people. You need a cover."
Wolverine tilts his head.
Someone's coming behind them, he gets in front of her.
A white jacket person, who stop-
A gunshot.
Startled, Logan grabs Anna's raised, gun holding hand and growls.
"What? You need a disguise."
They are in a large room where there's a crowd of people. The air smells of fear. The people are trying to get to be first at the exit, where there's a lot of guards with guns. The guards are checking IDs before letting people out through the glass doors.
A white coat wearing Logan tries to keep himself in check, but it's hard. His instincts are going almost haywire.
He needs to get them both out, and he just feels like ramming through these people and dragging the female out. She however sternly said to keep his head down and though part of him doesn't want to listen, he knows deep down that the female is right.
They should not panic and hesitate now.
And the female commanded him.
Still, Logan keeps glancing from their surroundings and back to the woman in front of him. He smells blood, her blood, on her.
She's wounded, she limps slightly and there's blood.
She smells of tension that gets stronger the closer they get to the doors.
Standing right behind the female, Wolverine tries to calm her. He raises his hand slowly and takes a hold of hers.
She tenses more, glances down and then stares forward.
After a moment, she briefly squeeze his fingers and Logan lets out a soft growl.
She lets go.
At the doors a guard asks for their IDs.
Logan watches as Anna gives hers first. The guard glances between the damaged badge and her face.
"Haven't seen you before."
"New here. First day."
"Heh, seems like you got into a scuffle? You need to ask for a new badge after this."
She nods.
The guard stares.
Logan starts to get ready...
Then the guard gives the badge back and Anna walks through the glass doors outside.
"Next!"
It's Logan's turn and he gives his bloodied badge. It's suppose to be just as damaged as Anna's.
The guard looks at the badge and Logan, stares at him. Logan glares back, swallowing down the deep growl that wants to be heard and his lips tug to turn into a snarl.
The guard knows, Logan sees it in their eyes. The badge drops.
Logan pulls out his claws and thrusts one set through the guys jaw and head.
Everything goes into chaos.
The guards start shooting and attacking, the people start running away. Anna yells from outside, raising her gun.
Logan smash through the glass and the two of them start running, she in front and he behind as her human shield.
The large prison of theirs is in middle of nowhere, a forest. There's melting snow, sun shining on bare sky and waking up wildlife running away just like the two of them. Shots are fired and people running after them as they disappear into the forest.
In there, Logan notices he's falling behind as the female is running faster.
Jumping after her over a fallen tree he tries to speed up.
But the female is running just too fast. She's getting too far away from him, he can't protect her if she gets away.
"Anna!" he roars, she halts for a moment, turns to look at him. Their eyes meet.
Her eyes widen and there's a wave of fear as she stares at him running towards her with his claws out. She almost looks like a prey to him, staring and frozen like that.
Wolverine feels this excitement suddenly surging through him.
She turns away and starts running. Away from him.
Springing, the feral just in time gets a hold of the female. He pulls his claws in, and the two of them stumble onto the ground.
She's in panic, kicking and hitting him, the gun dropped on the ground.
Wolverine just in time gets a hold of himself, before his teeth touches the female's throat.
Not a prey. A person, friend. Anna. Not a prey.
"Shit", he gets up quickly, but keeps a tight hold on the struggling woman who just tries to get away from him. He needs to keep his head now, they're still chased.
"Anna, calm down."
She's reeking of fear, trying to get off from his grip in a desperate manner. The kicks hurts and he can only hold against them because of his adamantium skeleton.
He keeps holding her wrist.
"Anna!"
She's panicking. And she won't calm down easily, he has seen her like this before.
But they do not have the time now.
"Sorry."
So he hits her, hard, and she stumbles down, unconscious.
Cursing Wolverine picks her up and starts running.