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The Light

The cell was rather dark, damp and cold, as a teen curled against the wall and hardened floor. Her shivers made the chain clasped around her leg quake and rattle a bit. Nothing though was compared to the device wrapped around her wrist. It burned and stung and the worst part of it all was the loss of control of her powers. They wanted her vulnerable and kept for their own means. Amelea would not back down so easily.

The bruise on the girl's face proved it. She fought back every chance given. All sass and fight she could muster with all her might. It was what kept her going through the past couple days. She had seen other mutants being held captive. If you could even call them that anymore. Most her age seemed like abused animals who lost all will to live. Amelea refused to become that way; too much anger and feelings of betrayal coursed through her veins. The only reason she was down for the count at the moment was the amount of blood taken and tranquilizer in her system.

It had been a good while since anyone had opened the cell door. It was fine by her, more time to recuperate to fight back or plan an escape. It also made her nervous. It would only be a matter of time till they would be back.

Sure enough the door barged open with at least 4 men entering and from what the girl could tell was a woman being dragged in. She was screaming and struggling to get away from their grasps. "Let me Go. Don't you dare lock me in here." Amelea could tell it the accent was African and even though she had fear there was fight in her voice too. This peaked her interest and opened her blue eyes, not that it could really be seen in there." I said let me go!" The woman kicked one of the guards, causing one of them to kick the woman's rib.

Amelia heard the cough and gasp for air. She could even hear the crack, before seeing the man closest to her raise his baton. "not so high and mighty without those powers are you? I'm gunna cut you down to size even more." They must have thought the fourteen- year must still been knocked out or had forgotten this had been the cell she was kept in, cause they paid no attention to her.

She would have kept it that way too, but if she didn't have fear the woman could die from the next strike. Mark hit hard and couldn't let it happen. Amelia growled and with any strength that could be mustered the teen jumped and latched around the man's neck. "Leave her alone!" She barked and bit the man's shoulder. Unfortunately, it was padded for the most part. He growled and slammed her against the wall. The teen fell and made a thud on impact. He whipped around and raised the baton. "Should have stayed down kid, for once in your life." Amelia braced for impact but it never came, instead a voice she came to fear and hate echoed through the room.

"Enough!" The guards came to a halt and stood and bit straighter. You will not strike her with that primitive weapon. Unlike most here she shows potential for my more extreme experiments. These two are to be kept alive for now. " Amelia looked through a few of her raven black hair strands and frowned at the grey haired man with a lab coat, standing in the door way. Mark growled but acknowledged as his men began to follow the doctor out. "Come Mark, I need a patient transfer taken care of." He nodded and waited for the man to fully leave before putting a foot to Amelia's hand. She grimaced and did everything in her power to not give him the satisfaction of a yelp. "This isn't over" he muttered before walking out, leaving the two women in the cell.

The teen slowly sat and looked to the new cell mate or at least the outline that could be seen. She could hear the cough and slowly crawled over.

"Are you okay?" She asked while slowly trying to make the woman lean back. The woman shook but there was more to it then pain.

Orroro felt the hand and slightly flinched, looking towards the owner. It was a mere girl, who couldn't look older then fourteen. Even younger then Kitty Pride. Quickly her attitude changed and training kicked in. For the girl's sake she would have to be strong. The X-man let the teen push her back and closed her eyes trying to get air. "Yes, I will be fine." She stated, but didn't know for how long any more injury to the rib could prove fatal. "Thank you.." Her eyes moved back to the young prisoner. The kid's movements and stance reminded her of someone but couldn't put her finger on it. Amelia nodded and grunted, starting to feel the pain in her back. The woman heard it and looked to see the teen sliding to the wall. "That was brave, but rash. What if he hadn't been stopped?" Amelia shrugged a bit

"He would have wailed on me, but that would have been the end of it. Apparently the doc wants me for some kind of sick twisted experiment. " Amelia curled a bit, thinking of what they had done to her so far and knew worse was to come.

"They can still majorly hurt you and could get carried away." The teen frowned while clinching her short legs.

"Better to go down on my own accord or escape. I'm not the first to be chosen for whatever they're going to do. My previous cell mate was in the same boat as me the first day they brought me in.. I was taken to a lab for tests.. he was taken to a different room." Tears began to come out of the girls eyes, showing bravery was only a front. Inside she was still a scared teenager. "They finished taking samples and began leading me back. I managed to get out of the guards grasps and ran. I didn't know where to go and took a turn down a hall way, before bursting into a room where he was being put into a body bag.. electrical burn marks, wet, tortured. Whatever they did, it killed him and they didn't care. The people treated him like trash.. I don't want to go down that way.." Orroro pushed past the pain and scooped the girl into a hug.

"You won't. My friends are coming for us. Ever heard of the X-men?" Amelia kept looking away and didn't know what to think of the hug. Her body was tense and slightly shook. The girl couldn't remember the last time she had even received one. The so called foster parents stopped caring a long time ago and even turned her in for money.

"They sound familiar." Amelia replied, before feeling a stroke on her forehead and the feeling began to make the teen loosen up a bit. It was soft and comforting, something the girl needed. "Are they your friends?"

"Yes and they are coming to get us. We just need to hold on until they arrive, then we can all go home." Amelia frowned and turned away.

"I have nothing to hang on for. I was adopted at three and when my cuteness ran out, they stopped caring. The pricks even traded me to these people for cash. I have no home to go to, no one to care." Unfortunately, this didn't surprise Orroro as her hand felt the teens cold, but sweaty check. She had seen many kids like this and at one point had been one herself. She knew what the girl was going through as the teen spoke sadly.

"Then from now on that changes. You will come with me and my friends to the Xavier School for the Gifted."

"What's that?" She asked, getting more tired by the second. Orroro smiled but then felt her forehead and froze. It was no wonder why the girl felt sweaty in this cold room. A fever and a hot one at that

"A place to grow and call home. It's like a big happy family."

"I have no money.." Orroro shook her head as the girl began to curl closer to more than likely for warmth and comfort.

"You won't need it. We're a family. The professor never asks for money. Especially from the ones who can't." The girl looked up with a few tears.

"I want a family.."

"Then you do. From this point we are one and they will become yours too."

"We are?" Amelia's eyes drifted closed. Orro was a bit worried on letting her sleep, who knew what kind of injuries the girl had, but needed rest for her strength when the rescue came. The woman would watch her close.

"If you tell me our name, then yes"

"Amelia.."

"Such a sweet name, most either call me storm or miss Monroue. You can call me the Orroro."She replied trying to give the affection, that the girl needed. It wasn't long before the teen was out like a a light while the woman hugged her close and became tired herself. "Please hurry my friends.." She muttered, before falling asleep.

The next morning arrived early. The two were still asleep on the ground when the men entered the room this time there were even more guards and looked geared up. Quickly storm's eyes flickered open and clenched on to Amelia protectively, who was slowly waking up. "Back away from the brat, Mutant!" Mark spat, trying to intimidate the woman from under his helmet. Storm frowned and grabbed tighter as guns were drawn. Amelia looked up, to see what was going on. She frowned and hugged Ororro back. This was different than before. Mark's face had a smirk like he knew what they were going to do to her.

"She's just a child, let her be. Whatever they were planning, let me go instead!" The woman said protectively, as Mark walked to the end of the chain, that hung around Amelia's ankle.

"Sorry, but the boss wants the girl. He says her spunk is what he needs." The man laughed, before pulling the chain. The teen gave a cry and held tighter on to storm, but the men used the distraction to pull Orroro the opposite way as two others pried Amelia's hands.

"No!" Amelia barked and began fighting against the guards who were trying to pin her. Storm tried to get back to the teen, but was held back. "Orroro!" She struggled as cuffs were placed on wrist.

"Now, now. That's quite enough." Mark knelt down and put a Taser to her side. He clicked the trigger and shot bolts of electricity into her.

"No! you monster!" Orroro cried out as Amelia screamed in pain, before going limp. "Amelia!" The woman looked over in panic before feeling a zap and hit the floor writhing in pain. She laid there unable to move as he girl was dragged away. 'No, Charles, Jean.. Anyone, please.' Tears filled her eyes as they left the woman in the dark. 'Hurry, I promised her that I would take her back…'

'Hang in there storm were almost there.' Jeans voice rang through her mind, before everything went dark.

Lab Room 10

The men dragged Amelia into the medical room that had been prepped. The girl was still a bit dazed and hurting all over from all the abuse she had taken. The grey- haired man walked over and lifted up her chin "Ah, our guest of honor has arrived." The girl grimaced and tried to pull away, but had no more strength. I thought some rest would have helped you a bit, but deems you wore out my men's patience.

"I'll never stop fighting you pricks, Dr. Hidgar." The man gave a short laugh and let her go, before moving over to show her a machine. At the moment it looked like an empty tank that probably filled with some kind of liquid and machinery.

"Glad to see that your attitude isn't in complete shamble's you'll need that fight. Strap her in, then take off her device. She won't be able to get out.."

"No!" Amelia cried out as they dragged her over to the machine and chained her in

"Shh.. this will be over soon" Dr. Hidgar said in a soothing toon, while taking the restrictor off her rist. A second later the girl's wounds began to heal and strength began to return. "See. Doesn't that feel better. Amelia closed her eyes for a moment, before feeling cold medical objects being placed on her and needles. The girl yipped, but was mostly quiet. "Those are nothing compared to what to come. Tanya. Draw the mark if you will." The man ordered before walking away. A woman came over and undid the girls gown, before a small towel was wrapped around to somewhat cover her. Amilia struggled but it was no use.

"What are you doing?" Tanya merely continued

"Shut it at least you have some decency." The woman looked to the teen, before holding her head and drew a few circles. "You're a tiny one aren't you. What are you like 12. Man were gunna have to recalculate the machine and everything." The lady kept drawing the lines and circles until they were to her feet, wrapped a breathing device around her face and then just walked away.

'Is this how he spent his last few moments. On this alone?' Tears filled Amelia's eyes as the bed lowered. Soon blue liquid filled the tube. It was quiet and somewhat peaceful.' maybe it won't be so bad.. maybe it will be quick.' That was when the huge needles began to lower. 'Wait what are those? Are they supposed to go in me?' Sure enough they penetrated her skin and skull." She let out a scream that could only be heard by a few people. None of them wee near the room.

'Were going to be a family. We just have to fight to hold on.' The memory of Orroro's voice echoed through her head. 'Amelia fight.'

'Fight were almost to you.' Another woman's voice sounded through her head

"Doctor, somethings off. these aren't the same result none of our previous experiments had these results.. It's even different tan X23 or the one called wolverine. This is different." The grey substance entering her blood steam was met with a weird counteractant, which made her writhe in more pain. Suddenly a crystal blue aura coursed through the tank.

"What on earth…" Dr Hidger muttered as he slowly stood in awh, before the tank burst sending shards of glass everywhere.

'Hold on, there here, don't give up. please. Orroro is waiting for you.' Amelia let out one last scream and an explosion let out from her body causing everyone to be knocked down. She ripped out of the cuffs and stood angrily. The machine was in shambles no one else would ever be able to use it again. She let out a loud roar and looked around. Her now deep crystal blue eyes tore around the room, daring anyone to challenge her, but that was not the feature most were looking at. Something far more threatening. The claws. The shining crystal- glowing claws.

"Take her down" Mark ordered while grabbing his tranq gun and aimed it at her, but before he could the girl collapsed on her own. The man laughed, before feeling three blades through his stomach and a loud roar. He turned his eyes slightly to see an angry wolverine.

"That's for storm and the kid, bub." He pushed the dying man away, making the others look in his direction. He was not alone Jean, Scott, and Beast were standing behind him, having the same look of anger. "The girl is coming with us" The man said with a growl.

Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. If there's anything you would like to see happen, ideas comments Let me know and I might put it in somewhere and If I do your name will be mentioned if you would like.