Author's Note: This is the only note I'll quite possibly be making for the moment in regards to this story, so PLEASE READ! All characters (with the exception of Jane Doe) are copyright of Marvel Comics...etc. etc. etc. If you want to respond, feel free, but this is a story I wrote for my own amusement, so please keep your criticisms to yourself. I think that's it, so please, read and enjoy!
Synopsis: The X-men rescue a feral mutant from an illegal underground fight club. However, once freed from her bonds, the mysterious Jane Doe loses her mind to blood lust. What happens when the only other feral, Logan, gets in her way?
Chapter 1
Underground Fight Ring Cages
The cries are normal down here. The threat of death is an almost suffocating force in this place where everyone must kill to survive. I can't
recall how I came to be here. The drugs keep me continually groggy and in this useless state of being. I claw feebly at my collar,
more to reassure myself that I still have some fight left in me, somewhere, subdued, in the back of my mind, than to try and remove it. I barely
grasp the understanding that it is this collar that keeps me here, that without it, I'd be unstoppable. But that's what they want. Like starving a
pitbull before you throw him in the yard with a bone and another dog. They want the unstoppable fury that will cause me to do things
otherwise unthinkable. Things I'd never do if I weren't in this position. Things I can only do when the anger and frustration and hate build up in
me to unbearable degrees and then, only then, can it be let loose. I am just as proud of the deaths I've caused as I am of the lives I've
spared. They throw me in there with the worst of the worst, the rapists, the cutthroats, the scum of the world. My small physique and youthful
face confuses my opponents. They see a child, they taunt me with what they've done to other children. Then I kill them. The others, the ones
like me, thrown into this pit of hell because of our abilities and that alone, I spare. And that makes me stronger. Knowing that even at my
worst, I can spare the life of an innocent man.
Like I said, the cries are normal down here. In these cages, more like hollows chipped out of the stone and dirt around us then actual cells.
They echo down the halls and reverberate off the bars and the little bit that is left of this underground tunnel we call hell. In my semi-conscious
state of being, I barely register the change of atmosphere, but somewhere, somehow, I feel the faintest change in the air. The yelling is
different, still there, but different. The murderous threats sound more victorious somehow. The desperate cries seem more…hopeful.
The guards playing cards in front of my cell are up and alert. Two of them get up and run down the hall. The other three get up and pull out
their weapons. Between the three of them there are two pistols, a semi-auto, several small knives and two large blades. I'm startled when
one of them begins to fire shots down the hall. I hear a ferocious growl and then watch as the other two pull out their swords and step back
just as the one who'd fired the shots is knocked down by a huge hulking figure. The dim light of the candles extinguish but I can still see a
little. The collar may cut off my abilities as a mutant but it can't change my cat-like eyes. I watch as a man fights off the last two guards with
what seems to be blades held between his fingers.
"Jane?" somehow, miraculously, I hear a name. A name I'd forgotten in the melee that my life had become down here. Not a curse or a threat
or the demonic name that they call me. It was a real name. I watched as the man opened the cell door and looked for me. I think he saw
the flash of light reflecting in my eyes before he actually saw me. Slowly he reached out a hand and I watched as the blades I thought he'd
been holding slid back into his skin. I watched the cuts heal. "Jane? I'm not going to hurt you, Jane. I'm here to save you." And I understood
two things at that moment. One, I was Jane. Two, this man had come for me.
Author's Note: I know some of the sentences are a bit short and everything's a little confusing, but my character is supposed to be somewhat
delusional here, so her thoughts are not going to be too elaborate. Sorry if it makes the story difficult to read!