The sun had long since set over the small New England port. The silence in the air was cut by a chilling scream for help.
A cry that would go unanswered. Her capturer had planned this in advance. For weeks in fact. Everyone was down at the bar enjoying the free drinks courtesy of the vile creature holding the woman hostage.
The woman was pinned to a large metal examining table with thick steel chains. It had only been a few minutes since she woke from her drug-induced slumber and she was still struggling to regain her senses.
Her throat was sore from screaming, but she still managed to mumble.
"I hate Valentine's Day"
"Something we have in common."
"You're nuts. You sick psychopath."
He turned from what he was doing to backhand her across the face.
"Shut your trap and let me finish. No one's gonna save you."
She struggles against the restraints when an idea entered her dazed mind. It would probably get her killed faster, but hey, she would die anyway so what would it matter?
"Why don't you remove these chains and we can revisit that conversation over silk sheets back at your place?"
"Nice try, counselor. Enticing offer, but no second chances."
"You piece of pond scum. Let me out of these chains! You'll be so sorry!"
He chuckles watching her struggle against the chains.
"And out comes the gutter trash I knew was in there somewhere. No law school education can erase that."
He grabs her black briefcase and lays it on his small work table to examine its contents.
"You claim to be an excellent attorney and yet no juicy files in here to entertain me with."
"Come over here and I'll show you entertainment. You vile disgusting creature."
Ignoring her comments he continues his previous task of sharpening the blade and various experimentation tools.
This will be very gratifying experience…
"…For at least one of us." He says with a sadistic laugh.
'So much for working at D.A. Dawson's office this summer.' she mumbles under her breathe.
It was Logan's last night away from the mansion. He wanted to unwind a bit before venturing into the mansion where teenage hormones and crazy antics ran rampant.
He hated the teenage years more so since he can't remember when he was a teenager. Nonetheless teenage hormones were what really bothered him. He often had to separate teenagers when things got too…um heated.
Good thing Rogue was no longer a teenager. Not that in the years since he found her hiding in his trailer had that ever been a significant problem for him.
It was in the middle of his musings that his enhanced hearing picked up on a woman screams.
He unsheathes his claws and runs towards the screams.
She continues to scream as the knife cuts into her flesh. His maniacal laughter reverberates around the small wooden equipment shed.
"Please stop!"
"Why don't you just shut up and die already?" He yells "And what the hell is this?"
He pulls back flakes of skin only to have it crumble in his hands. He looks down to where he has cut to find no evidence of the gashes he made only moments ago.
"What are you some kind of freak?"
"Please let me go!"
"Don't beg. You being a mutant freak will only intensify my gratification when I finally complete my examination."
She balls her hands into fists as the knife penetrates her skin again.
The man's maniacal laughter is momentarily silenced by a lone sheet of paper swaying back and forth to land on the woman's stomach.
His eyes grow wide when the paper is absorbed into her skin.
"What the hell are you?"
Logan bursts through the door of the small shed.
He finds a man slumped over a metal table with blood oozing out of various gashes all over his body.
A woman is struggling against the chains with a look of horror on her face.
Logan removes the chains from her wrists and ankles.
"You hurt?" Logan asks noticing blood on various tools.
"No. Not really."
Logan helps her off the table.
"I can take you somewhere safe, kid."
"Anywhere but here would be great…"
"Logan. The name's Logan."
"Thanks, Logan. I think this is about the worst Valentine's Day ever."
"No kidding." Logan says with a smirk.
That's all for now. I got the idea for the first part of this chapter/story trying to go to sleep one night. Funny how when I can't sleep I come up with something to write. I like to send a special thanks to Alchemist of Genesis for helping me put together this character as well as this chapter. You rock, Bro! Have a Happy Valentine's Day and don't forget to review.
Until Next Time,
Ancient 85