Go easy on me, lol its my first story and I do not own Xmen.
How long have I been in this hell whole? Maybe Five six or years? Either way it's been too long. I was around ten years old when the man adopted me or at least it said on paper betrayed me when he found out I was a mutant and sold me to a research facility for a mere thousand dollars. Oh the things I have been through the several tests, experiments, beatings, tricks and starvation. It's enough to make you want to kill yourself even I have tried it, but only got me into trouble. They strapped me down for what I think at least a month and proceeded with experiments that way.
At the moment I sit against in my cell waiting to be taken to my next round of experiments. Its cold, my clothes are dingy, my tiny- beat up body is very thin, and I feel weak very weak. This bracelet around my wrist isn't helping. It suppresses my powers and makes it hard to do anything. I hate it so much and make everything so torturous. I can't wait till they take it off again, just for the second to be able to heal. Even that doesn't last though. After that's done, sometimes the guards will beat the crap out of me to keep me down and in my place. They also do it to show other mutants not even a healer can escape their wrath.
Speaking of which, the lock on the door is making a rustling sound and the door knob is beginning to open. I feel my heart stop and my body going cold. As usual my body begins to shake and a give a low whimper from knowing what will come next. The guards will come in, grab me, maybe take a couple blows and then drag me to the scientists to do whatever they feel on me and then back to this very small- empty cell.
My broken aqua blue eyes look to the door with my blurry vision and can only make out their uniforms. One of them is carrying a baton that sends out a very painful shock if hit by it. "Alright runt you know the drill. Behave or obtain the consequences." The man states in a voice that shows he is hoping I will disobey. It causes me to give another whimper and try to blend in with the wall. Two other men grabs my arms and hoist me to my feet to almost fall right back down. Luckily their grips are firm and I also catch myself not wanting to be punished.
I don't look at any of them and keep my eyes to the ground. The man begins to pat me down, searching for any contraband. "I wonder what kind of stuff they're going to do to you today. Maybe stick you with things, make you drink nasty liquid, cut or hurt someone else to test your limits. I always love watching your reactions to that." They all laughed and the man grabbed me by my unruly blond long hair. I gave a small cry out of fear and a few tears rolled down my cheek. "Don't worry when you're done with them I'll be here for you." He gave a cold laugh and wiped a tear, before motioning for the other two to bring me along after blindfolding and cuffing me.
He began walking and the other two practically began to drag me along through the hallway. As I try to keep up, my feet hit the cold tile and gave small clanks. My body shivered and barely kept moving. It didn't take long until we reached the elevator which would take us to a research room. When it opened, the man walked and the other two brought me into it. I heard the door close and feel the elevator begin moving. To this day, I can't tell if it's moving upward or downward. They never let us freaks see how to get from place to place so if we try to escape we don't know where to go. "They're gunna do you in good kid.." Suddenly an alarm is sounded.
"What on earth!" The taunting man said. "What the heck is going on?" He says through his radio, but all that is returned is static. I licking of their guns and know they have brought them out. This wasn't good. This meant full lock down and even the slightest disobedience could mean death. One Of them puts one of the guns to my back and another whimper escapes. "No funny business." The guard to my right says and I shake my head showing I understand.
The door beeps open, but something unexpected happens. A growl comes from a voice that I have never heard before. Suddenly one of the guard smacks my head against the wall and I sink to the ground. The world begins to spin and my body can't decide what's worse the unbearable pain or the feeling of nausea. Gunfire blares and shouts are made. Bodies fall to the ground and then here are only calm footsteps from maybe two or three people. "Going up" An Unfamiliar voice says in a smart a** tone as he pressed a button and the elevator closed. I keep quiet as I cant and don't even try to get the body that fell on top of me off.
"We're close to the roof, now. Once were there the X-jet will get us." Somebody said in a more serious tone
"No duh, Sherlock." The more serious one gave a low growl like there was some kind of rivalry between the two.
"Oih, will both of you knock it off. You've been at each other's throats all day. Let's just get out of here." A girl in a southern accent said.
"Silence" The first guy ordered and grew alert. "Were not alone…." He whips around and suddenly the guard was pulled off of me. Fear fills every inch of me as I'm rolled on my back and the blind fold is taken off of me. I start crying out of fear and shake like crazy. I can't tell what emotions their faces have. Mad I'm sure and a beating will probably follow. The man growls and kneels down. I don't dare move as he begins to look me over. Small cries seep out though and I fight to stay awake.
"Is she ok Logan?" The girl asks
"She's in bad shape. We got to get her to Hank fast!" The man scoops me up and starts running. For some odd reason I feel safe, very safe. It was enough to let my guard down and lose consciousness.