Quick little AN: I will be saying what the PoV is, and if you have questions about what is going on, PM me. I will try to explain best I can. Loves, Andromeda.

Trish's POV

I looked over at Bobby and he cocked his head. I shook mine, and I saw the alarm in his eyes. Sometime during the night the both of us had been kidnapped and ended up on some sort of table in a containment cell. When we tried to talk to each other, that's what we had to do. Talk. In some way or another they had taken our powers. All of them.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Bobby asked, and then jerked.

"I...I think so. Are you?" When we spoke, we were electrocuted. Lightly, but it happened.

Our wrists and ankles had been restrained to the tables we were on with some of the strongest Velcro I'd ever come across. I didn't like the situation we were in. I was worried and cold. All I had on was a spaghetti strap tank top and pajama shorts, and all Bobby had on was a pair of shorts.

Somebody came in with a rolled piece of cloth, and I started to wonder. They unrolled it on one of the carts that was near my table. I cringed when I saw that all it contained was a medium sized blade and two long strips of cloth. I knew things were bad.

"Well, I guess now I'm the one in control of everything now, mutie," they sneered. They picked up one of the strips of cloth and stepped toward me. "Open wide." I did as they said and they tied the cloth around my mouth. Now I couldn't say anything.

They rolled up my tank top to reveal my torso and I shivered. They picked up the blade and my eyes widened in alarm. He pressed the point of the blade into my left forearm, and began to draw a line down it. The blade was going deep, and blood started to run down my arm to my elbow. As it made it's way down my arm, it truly started to hurt, and they continued down my arm to my shoulder. A few tears welled up in my eyes, and Bobby saw it.

"Trish! Leave her alone! What are you doing?" He yelled. Someone else came in and pressed the side of their hand to Bobby's windpipe, gagged him, and tied a cloth around his mouth. I screamed, but it was muffled by the gag I had on.

My eyes widened when I realized that the other person that came in had another blade. The tip of the blade got pressed into his wrist and drawn down to his shoulder. As the blade was stabbed into my other arm, they began to do the same to Bobby. I watched the blood drip down his arms, and I started to cry. I couldn't stand the pain.

The guy who was cutting me stuck his hand behind my back and I shivered. He pulled my right wing out from behind me and I whimpered at the pain he caused. He straightened it and started to slice it. I watched him smile and I couldn't stand it. I could feel the blood dripping over my feathers and drying on my wings.

I glanced over at Bobby and saw that he was in pain too. Because they had taken our powers away, I couldn't feel it. They had temporarily made us human, and I hated it. The one in front of me jerked out my left wing and slowly started to slice it open. I had truly started to cry, and I could tell that both of the people here were enjoying it.

"Well...is the poor little girl in pain? Good! Now stop crying!" he jeered, taking the blade closer to my face than I would have like him to, and then cut my cheek. I felt it start to bleed, and tried to stop crying. I knew that if I didn't, he'd slash my face, and possibly even my chest more and more.

He pressed the tip of the blade onto my stomach and I cringed. As he drew the line down my side, I could see what the other guy was doing to Bobby. He was carving the letter "M" into his stomach, and I knew that would be my fate. His body was slick with sweat, but I had no idea what I could do. I continued to feel the "M" gouged into my stomach, but I let them do it.

"This is to remind you of what you are. A dumb, good for nothing, damned mutant. You think you're better than us. That you'll take over the world. Well, you're wrong. You won't," the guy who was hurting Bobby quipped. I whimpered as the man in front of me started to draw the knife down my leg, starting just above my knee.

"Thought I told you to shut up!" he said, slicing my other cheek. I looked over his shoulder to find that Bobby was nearing unconsciousness, his eyes fluttering. His left leg was bleeding badly, with a gash in the same place as mine. Just as a cut was started on my right leg, the doors from the hallway opened. The look on the face of the guy in front of me went from power-happy to panic.

"We have to get out of here! Once those doors open their powers will come back!" the other guy yelled. I shook my head.

"If you somehow called them here, even if you didn't, this is for that," he growled, jerked his head toward the door, and put two slashes on my chest in a v-like shape, and ran out with the other guy, but both left their blades.

As the door opened to the hall it revealed Jean and Logan. I gasped, but winced as it caused my stomach, chest, and just about everywhere else to bleed more.

Bobby had started to fall unconscious, but he opened his eyes and was immediately more alert. He was struggling against the bonds on his wrists, but Jean put her hand on his chest.

"Shh. Hold still," she instructed softly and removed the cloth that was tied around his mouth. He nodded as she cut the bonds away from his wrist with one of the blades that was left in the room. He winced each time as she cut away the strap.

Logan rushed over to me, a look of both rage and concern in his eyes.

"Hang on. Let me get you out of here," he told me. He let one of his claws out, coming toward the straps on my left wrist that was just above my head. I shied away, not wanting to be near anything sharp.

"Relax. You'll be fine." I nodded slightly and dropped my arm immediately as the first restraint was broken. Seconds later my right arm was free, along with my right leg. I was leaning back on the table as Logan cut my left leg free. Because I was on an angle, I wasn't falling straight down. As I tried to peel away from the table, Logan stuck one arm under my knees and another behind my back. He put me on the floor near the table with my back against an island. He reached up and untied the piece of cloth that was around my mouth.

"Logan...How did you find us?" I asked.

"When we couldn't find you at home or at your parent's place, we went back to New York and tried to figure out what may have happened. When Charles used Cerebro, you two didn't come up," he started.

"We didn't?" I asked.

"No. He knew he'd have to reach out himself and try to find you. And that's what he did. He told us where you were and we set out. Now hold still," he instructed as he took a piece of white cloth and started to clean the blood off of my left arm. Every time he touched the cut I flinched, and he reassured me each time that I'd be fine.

I glanced over Logan's shoulder and saw that Jean was trying to treat Bobby's wounds, only she wasn't being very successful. Every time she touched him, he jerked and pushed her away.

Trish, what's going on? The two of you don't have your powers, and that really isn't helping me any right now, Jean asked me.

I don't know. We haven't had our powers since we woke up here. The people who were in here cutting us panicked as you and Logan opened the doors and said something like we would get our powers back when the door opened. I'm thinking it may be something in the walls. But that doesn't explain why you still have your powers, I told her.

Interesting. I just wish there was a way I could get you guys your powers back. I've got a feeling that if you were able to talk to Bobby I'd be able to help him.

Logan started to wrap my arm with gauze, and I was ready to cry out from the pain I was in. I was wondering why my powers hadn't come back, and I was starting to worry.

As he started to clean my right arm, I jerked away and tried to get up. He pushed me back down and pulled a vial of something and a syringe out of the bag Jean had given him.

"Logan, what is that?" I asked him. He didn't respond at first.

"Just hold still. It'll help with the pain you're in." He grabbed my forearm and started to clean off my wrist with an alcohol wipe.

"But what is it?"

"A heavy dose of morphine. Hold still," he explained. I pulled my arm away.

"No. Logan, right now I'm not a mutant. Which means what usually doesn't affect me will. A heavy dose of morphine wouldn't exactly be the best thing."

"You're right." He put the vial in his hand back into the bag and took out a different one. Before I had the chance to ask him what it was he had a syringe full of it into my arm. I shook my head, frustrated that he didn't tell me what it was.

My vision started to blur and I tried to shake it. I couldn't clear my eyes. The pain in my body was going away, and I looked over at Bobby again.

"Logan...What about...Bobby? He needs...it too..." I trailed, my speech slowed.

"Jean's taking care of it. Don't worry. Hold still and relax," he said in a hushed tone, trying to calm me down. He finished up wrapping my right arm and moved on to my torso. As he tried to clean the blood off of the area around my stomach, I groaned. Then he started to wrap around the bottom of my ribcage and I yelped. He paused, and then looked up at me.

"Sshh. Hold on. You're going to be okay," he cooed. I nodded and he continued.