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She's bound down to a table. A metal surgical table. The coldness of the metal seeps through her, chilling her to the bone. She is strapped down to the table by metal clamps on her wrists, ankles and even around her neck. She can't move and it's hard to breathe. There was no use struggling against the bonds. Her captors had made quite sure that escape was impossible. The bonds were made of adamantium. An indestructible metal. When she had first been taken captive, she had struggled against her restraints, but to no avail. She wound up hurting herself more, not even putting a dent in the metal.
There is an eerie silence in the room where she is held. She had yelled and screamed at first, but only her echoes replied to her. There is no light. No windows to see the outside, and no lamps at all. She doesn't know what time of day it is, or even the date. She has no idea how long she has been there. Time does not exist within the cell.
Every now and then an anguished scream rent the air in the distance. A tortured scream. The kind of scream that made her blood freeze and her heartbeat speed up. For she knew that They would be coming for her soon. And those screams will be forced from her own throat.
Silence. Then, in the distance, she could hear the click-clacking of shoes on a tile floor. Closer, and closer still. They were coming. The ones that hurt her, the ones that held her hostage. Fear, bright and heady, blossomed within her chest. She didn't want this, she had done nothing to deserve their "tender attentions." But they didn't care about such minor technicalities such as that. They were getting nearer. Ever closer until the sound stopped outside the door.
She can hear someone humming softly as they jangle the keys, searching for the one that would unlock her cell. Bright light fills the room. Her eyes struggle to adjust to the change.
The hummer comes closer. It stops next to the table. There's only one of them now. But more will come. More will follow in the hummer's wake. She has learned one lesson since her arrival. More people, more pain. She looks up in hopes of seeing the face of her tormentor. But her eyes are not adjusting well to the light and all she can see is a dark silhouette looming over her. The hummer continues humming and proceeds to check her pulse and her body temperature.
The hummer pulls a small table towards her. She cannot see what is on it. But she has no need of that. She knows that everything on it will hurt her in one way or the other. And there is nothing she can do to stop it. Hummer grabs something on the table, taps it once and then jabs it into her side. A needle. Filled with something that would make her extremely lethargic. Her body sluggish , while her mind is alert and aware of the pain. They purposely do that. She knew they did. They enjoyed her pain. Hummer starts reaching for something else. A red laser beam shoots across the room, then shuts off. Hummer was testing it out. It worked. Across the room there is a straight incision in the block wall. Hummer lowers the power and proceeds to open her flesh with the laser. Fear constricts in her throat, then pain consumes her. "This is only the beginning, mutant." Hummer whispers gleefully in her ear. Blackness surrounds her once again...
Rogue woke up with a start, sweat poring down her face. The recurring nightmare. Logan's nightmare. Or rather his memories. Ever since that night so long ago, on the Statue of Liberty, she has had this same dream. Even now, eight years later, it is still with her. Hovering in the dark recesses of her mind, waiting to jump out and hold her while she is in R.E.M. Her connection with Logan is as strong now as it was then. Over the years she had gotten letters from him. Brief letters and to the point. But that was Logan. She missed him just as much. In the letters he still called her kid. But she was no longer the child he left behind. She was twenty-four years old. And part of the X-men. She had joined the team three years before; and she loved every minute of it. She taught some of the classes at Professor Xavier's school for the gifted. Mostly science and biology. But her true passion was for the fight. The call to battle against low-life mutants. She was well trained in what she did. Ever since she had gotten other powers from touching Ms. Marvel she became even better. Ms. Marvel had given her life-force to Rogue. So her powers had stayed on within Rogue. Super-human strength and the ability to fly.
Rogue looked at the clock. Three a.m. After the nightmares Rogue knew she could never fall back to sleep. Rolling out of bed, she stretched and jumped in the shower. Being it was Saturday and she didn't have any classes to teach, she dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and her hiking boots. Not forgetting to put on her elbow-length gloves and scarf in her trademark purple. She still could not touch anyone without inflicting damage, or possibly even death to the recipient. The professor had been training her to use the full ability of her mind. He thought that maybe one day she could have power over her "affliction" as he named it. Rogue smiled at the thought. To be able to turn it on and off at will. The best she could do was hope.
She slipped quietly downstairs, careful not to make too much noise near the dormitory. If her students woke up, they would wonder what she was doing. After that nightmare came, she always wanted to be by herself for a while. She usually just stayed in her room. But tonight she needed to walk. She crept outside and started out for the woods. It was always peaceful there. The night sky was filled with stars and a crescent moon. It was breezy and cool out. Just the way she liked it. Perfect night for a walk. Or so she thought.
After she had been walking for about an hour she decided to head back to the school. Just in case anyone needed her. As she turned around to head back, the wind changed directions. It carried on it's back a warning. Danger, it seemed to whisper to her. Rogue looked around, saw nothing, but decided not to take any chances. She jumped into the air, intending to fly back to the school, when something came jumping at her. It happened so quickly that she didn't have time to react. She fell to the ground. Something heavy and hairy landed on top of her. It smelled of wet, sweaty fur, and dirt. Anger clouded her vision.
"Get off of me you hairy oaf!" She yelled, pushing it off her. With her added strength she was able to throw it a good quarter mile. As it was flying through the air she realized who it was. Sabretooth. The ugly, hairy beast that had helped keep her captive on the Statue of Liberty. Now she was pist. She had never been a big one for revenge. But Sabretooth, Mystique, Toad and Magneto were on the top of her list for people she would love to kill. Now she would have the chance for one of them.
He landed on the ground, then got up just as quickly. He started running toward her. "Alright honey, you wanna fight with lil 'ol me? Well babe, you are just in time. Ah am in a fighting mood, and have decided to kick your hairy ass!" With that said, she lifted herself off of the ground and sprung into the air. She headed for the first tree she saw and pulled it from the ground. Swinging it around, she yelled "Batter up!" and hit Sabretooth in the gut. He flew another quarter mile. Dropping to the ground, Rogue dusted her hands off and smiled. She was about to fly after him, but suddenly something held her rooted to the spot. An invisible net seemed to have hold of her. She could not move nor break through. She struggled in vain. Even tried to fly with it on her, but to no avail. Whoever had her, had her good. She heard someone clapping from behind her. She turned to see who it was.
Rogue's mouth dropped open. She never thought she would have to see him again. She had been wrong.
"Well, well, well. The little runaway has grown-up. How utterly amazing. I never thought that you would reach the age of nineteen. But, dear girl. I am glad that you did. Extremely glad. As you will soon find out." Magneto's cultured voice boomed through the trees. His amusement at her predicament showing on his face.
" What do you want?" Rogue forced her voice to sound calm through her anger and her fear.
"Dear girl, why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?"
Magneto's face was the last thing she saw before someone hit her in the back of her head and everything turned dark. Before she slipped into oblivion she called out to the one person she hadn't called to in years. "Logan.......help, please." Then there was darkness.