Dreams and Nightmares Xmen Universe Chapter 1, a x-men fanfic

Disclaimer: There is other FanFic that this belongs to, but knowing me I have yet to type it, so it runs around in head until I chase it down and share it. This is actually an origin story to a character I use in later stories, so I thought I would be better to start with this. I don't own the X-men or any other Marvel Character (Though I wish I did), and my Character has somewhat of a shared past with other Characters. Please review. Tell me what is being done wrong and I will fix it.

Dreams and Nightmares: Part One

Drip

Drip 'Get Up'

Drip 'Your not there, they are not here, Get up'

Drip 'You're safe, now clean the wounds'

Drip'You have survived worse. You can survive this'

Drip "Fine I am getting up"

"Who knew my subconscious loved to nag" she grumbled as she slowly hulled herself up with her good arm. "Looks like they broke left one, damn it all." Wincing she pulled he arm to get a better look. The look was nothing but bad, she could clearly see the bones in her lower arm, under the mass of blood that was beginning to form, her upper arm was even worse. The bone protruded right through the skin at an odd angle. She bit her lip, to stop herself from screaming as she quickly pushed the for-mentioned bone back into place, 'they don't deserve to hear me scream' she thought as a single tear slide down her cheek. Having placed the bone back and wiped away the tear she focused on her lower arm. The bones had been smashed, chips of bone were embedded in the muscle tissue, and many looked far from their original places. She sighed, knowing that there would be several hours until they returned to there places and the pain would end. She had to wait, she could not clean the wound either, though the water was safe to drink, her stomach could handle the parasites and bacteria, her immune system could not, especially after it healed the mass of pain and blood that had once been her arm. She sighed once again, this time in the knowledge of what happened if she tried to clean the wound, a week in the sickbay and another month of punishment, she cringed at the thought, and at the thought that they would do the same or worse to her tomorrow. Having decided her fate for the time being, she attempted to get some sleep. She slowly let her conscious slip as she fell into a fitful sleep.

"Ma'am, do you know the name of the father?"

"I am afraid I do not. I really don't know."

"Ma'am, may I suggest that you give the child up for adoption, it is difficult to raise a child, even when there are two people. The state will find a good home for her, a loving family, and a better chance at a future."

"I dunno. I can't give her much; I can only give her my love."

"Nurse could I see you for a second"

"What I am supposed to do? I love her, but I can not keep her."

"Ma'am, there has been a slight problem."

"What a problem, what is the problem?"

"The child her eyes are misshapen. They do not look like yours or mine, more like a cats, more like slits, surrounded on both sides with grey. Her wrists are also a point of concern, there are more bones then there should be."

"……………………"

"Ma'am, did you hear what I just said."

"Yes, I could not possibly care for her, but with the problems she has, will anyone want her?"

"Yes, there are many families who take in disabled children."

"Do you think I should give her up?"

"Ma'am, it is in my opinion that the child will have a hard life, why make it harder then it has to be?"

"Okay, I will sign the papers."

"Good, now all we need is a name."

"Margaret, she will always be my pearl."

"Get up, you filthy piece of shit, time for you daily helping of crap" Shouted the guard as he slide the plate into the cell. The plates bounced over the floor, threatening to spill the meager food that they held. She sat up, innocently rubbing the sleep from her eyes, always the same dream, well it was not much of a dream, just sounds, there was light but nothing was focused. She looked down at her previously injured arm had healed. The skin on her upper arm had healed, and as she ran he hand up she felt that the bone had healed. Her lower arm was making progress. The skin was almost healed, only a small cut remained; the bones had realigned themselves and had healed themselves back together. She watch, with not small amazement as the last remaining cut seemed to sew itself back together. Sighing, she got up, and walked over to the dripping pipe. A small smile, made itself present on her face.

The pipe, it had drip for as long as she could remember. At first it had frightened her, but it slowly became a comfort to her, it provided her with extra water, and it allowed her to clean off the blood on her and on her cloths. The thought of her 'cloths' also made her smile. They consisted of an over size shirt and a pair of shorts. She continued to smile as she collected the water in her palm and rubbed it over her arm, to loosen the now harden blood. She watched the blood run on the floor towards the drain, Lost in the curls and swirls that the blood created, she failed to see that her arm was now clean, and only stopped staring when the swirls ceased to exist. She walked back over to the spot in the corner, bending down to grab the tray as she crossed the floor of the small cell.

Back in her spot she looked down at the feast that awaited her. Porridge, a handful of raisins, a glass of milk and small piece of bread, graced tray and plate with their presence. The porridge was the same porridge that she had eaten everyday, once a day, for as long as she could remember. There had been a time when she could no longer stand the smell and taste of the porridge and refused to eat it, the next day there was only porridge on the plate, and only a little of it, again she refused. As she refused the food the portion had gotten smaller and smaller, until one day there was nothing there. In order to cease the pain in her stomach she drank some of the water, but in her starved condition, she threw up the water, and collapsed on the floor. She woke up in the sickbay, the doctors were arguing with guards, for not giving her any food. The guards argued that they had been ordered not to give her any food, and both were being yelled at for jeopardizing the program. She had been healed and given food, but for her actions she had been punished, cutting her and slicing into her, with her healing abilities suspended. Their actions had brought her to the brink of death, and they would allow her to heal, then suspend it and repeat the process. From that day on she had made sure that she ate all the food she was given, often times relying on suppressing her gag reflex in order to do so.

She slowly began to eat the food. Savoring the cold milk and delighting in the sweetness of the raisin. 'It must be winter again' she thought. She always had a fruit, except for the porridge incident. It was fresh fruit most of the time. But it always followed a pattern, Raisins for a while, followed by bananas, then pears followed by apples. She loved the apples, there were different kinds, some where sweet, and others were sour, and she loved the colors, so bright and vibrant. Though the apples would soon give way to raisins. She had noticed that there were raisins when the temperature got cold. The few times that she had been outside had given her some insight, but most of the information came from knowledge that just appeared.

She would wake up knowing things, like the days of the week, new words, battle strategies, weapon specs, fighting techniques and how to defend herself. She also had a knowledge of her body, what parts of her body could grow back the fastest and which areas would take longer to heal, and how to help her body heal faster, she knew how to set bones and to stop blood flow, she also knew how to do it on others, but had no clue as to were this knowledge came from or why she would need it.

She finished her food and placed the tray near the door, knowing that the guards will come to claim it when she was sleeping, they thought that they were sneaking in and out and that they were not waking her, even though she had heighten senses and could mental sense that they were there. She walked back over to her corner, and sat down, she knew that she needed to sleep, that they would do the same thing tomorrow, that they had done today, and would continue to do. She needed to be prepared to handle the pain and heal herself when they threw her back into her cell. The slow drips that had woken her earlier now calmed her and let her sleep.

Drip