A/N: Thank you Tidefall for the review :) As stated this is a revamp of a previous version I did to help it tie in better.

Chapter Two
Waking In Hell

I woke up with one hell of a headache. No, I hadn't been partying, no, I hadn't taking any drugs or any form of medications. Had it all been a dream? I shook my head groggily trying to remember where I was. I thought for several seconds, recalling everything. After a moment of thinking everything flooded back into my mind of what had happened the day or hours before.

The shouting at my house, following the freighter, crashing the jet-ski and climbing on board. The older man taking the knife from my hands then turning it on old man, the fiery man who didn't feel beyond himself. It was all real. It had all happened. Hadn't it?

The throbbing pain was still in my arm from the injuries I had sustained when I was getting on board were worse than before. No wonder why it was hurting worse. My arms were tied up behind my back and hosted into the air. I was dangling from chains, my knees barely touching the ground. I went to move but everything hurt so much that I couldn't bare too and went limp again.

The sound of something closing, reopening then closing repetitively made me look up a little from where my head hung. The annoying sound was familiar. The young man from on deck sat on the stairs looking over at me, still playing with his lighter. If the old man didn't kill me first then the sound of his lighter clanging open and shut would.

"About time you woke up," He informed me, a hint of annoyance in his voice. What? Had he wanted me to wake up or something? He came into view, his face was bruised and he had several deep gashes from my boot.

I nodded to him while I looked around the room. It was dark, I could make out shapes but I couldn't really see anything besides him in. My gaze went back to him when I had finished looking around the room."Why am I here?"

"I'll ask the questions."

I glared at him. "I won't answer them."

"I think you will," He told me while I gritted my teeth as the ship swayed from side to side, pulling my arm painfully out of socket. I cried out in obvious pain. The knife wound had been poorly bandaged, just enough to make it stop bleeding badly but the arm being yanked out of socket made it ten times worse. I groaned painfully. He stood and walked over to where I dangled from the chains. He smirked at me while I continued to grind my teeth in pain. "Does that hurt?"

My breathing became labored trying to ignore the pain. That wouldn't happen though. His fist came across my face snapping my neck to the side. I felt my lower lip split and the taste of blood invaded my mouth. I spit it out before it could make its way to the back of mouth to my throat. The metallic taste of the blood made brought images to my mind but I fought them away quickly.

"Where did you learn to fight?" He questioned me as he began to circle me like a hawk coming in for the kill. I shut my eyes tightly trying to focus on erasing the pain from the mind. "You couldn't have learned that on your own. So where did you learn?" I hung there. Dead weight. Not wanting to answer him. He leaned over my body from behind me to whisper into my ear. "I can cause more pain than you can possible imagine."

"I doubt that.." I hissed back at him. "You know nothing of pain. If you did you wouldn't waste time like this. You would continuously inflect pai.."

My eyes went wide as the place where the young man had stood became a dark blue room. The images were taking over and this time I couldn't stop them. Watery liquid lights filled the room. There were men, men in white lab coats, dark glasses covered their faces. I heard screams of pain and torment. Mine. They echoed in my mind. I saw a man standing over me. A surgeons knife in his hand. It pressed into my flesh, cutting precisely but deeply. Blood squirted into the air in tiny drops of crimson liquid.

I shot myself backwards into him. My shoulder popped completely out of socket. Screaming in pain from the injury my gaze was turned to the ceiling. My body was aching from being strained in the chains. The young man moved around me to the front, his eyes looked at me puzzled.

"What the hell just happened?"

I looked back to him and shook my head again. "Nothing.."

He brought the back of his fist across my face, my head snapped to the side again. "I asked you 'what the hell just happened'?"

"You are aware that you suck at interrogating right?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Really?"

"Yes," I told him with a nod successfully changing the subject. "How 'bout you untie me, tie yourself up and let me show you how it's actually done?"

"No," He told me with a hiss. "I'm fine here," I rolled my eyes at him, letting my head sling down and I sighed. "What's your name?"
I raised an eyebrow, my gaze returning to his. Why was he asking me my name? If he was still interrogating me he was doing a bad job at it. "What's yours?"

"Ladies first." He told me with a smirk walking past me to stand about three feet away. "Your name?"

I swung a little trying to get my shoulder back into place and groaned out: "Which one?"

"What do you mean?"

I looked over at him turning my body in an odd way until my shoulder cracked again. I yelped then managed to mumble out through my pain sacked breathing: "Mutants are not the only one with aliases or nicknames."

"Which do you care to tell me?"

"Ryu," He looked at me confused. I looked to my wrist. "The tattoo."

He looked at it curiously then I saw a lights go on in his head. "R-Y-U," I nodded the he asked. "How did you get it?"

I shook my head with a slight groan. "Your name. You haven't told me your name."

"Pyro." He told me and I shook my head.

I knew mutants. I had friends that were mutants, they had a fake name that basically told what their powers were. His was Pyro, so he dealt with fire, explained why he always had the lighter on him all the time. I stared at him hard. I had seen his face before. He looked different though. His hair was lighter but I had seen him on the news before. He had tried to kill some police officers in Boston.

He paused realizing that his name hadn't been the one I wanted. "John."

"John.." I repeated before looking down at the floor. My turn to share information. If I could build up his trust perhaps I would get out of here alive. He didn't seem like a killer, then again most serial killers don't either. No point in not trying though."Chloe..."

"What?" He asked stepping closer, unable to hear me.

"Chloe..." I told him softly looking up at him. "And I don't remember...how I got the tattoo.." I continued on just as softly. "There's just a blank part I don't remember. I can't explain it...You don't know me John, this isn't going to get much out of me beside that."

"How's the interrogation going Pyro?" The old man's voice questioned him while he walked down to him.

"Not so well," Pyro replied backing away from me becoming harsh once again. He looked over to the old man. "She's suffered worse than what's been inflected on her by me."

"You must learn her weakness Pyro," He told him with a sigh of disappointment. "Only then will she break for you."

"Can we stop speaking as though I'm not here?" I questioned him bringing my legs underneath me to try and stand up straight. "Cause I am here and I can hear you loud and clear."

They continued to ignore me and Pyro or John which ever one he went spoke again. "She claims to have no knowledge of how she got the tattoo but they called her Ryu."

It suddenly hit me of who he was too. "You're the mutant they call Magneto. The one who tried to whip out New York City." I looked to Pyro. "And you tried to kill those cops in Boston."

I had to add Flame Boy in to make it seem like I hadn't been thinking too much of anything during the interrogation.

"So you do know of us."

"Know of you, yes," I told him as he stepped forward. "Who couldn't? You're faces were all over the news for weeks. I must thank you for that little fact."

"Why?"

"Got away with a lot more things when the media and cops focused on you," I muttered to him. "Made a few hundred selling the shit on the street."
He chuckled a bit before beginning to circle me. "Our chaos made you a few bucks."

"Yes," I told him. My gaze turning to follow his movements. "It also landed me in foster care which was not a plus."

"You were an orphan?"

I shrugged to him. "Why should I tell you?"

He smiled stepping out in front of me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife. Not much bigger then my index finger. I looked at the knife curiously. There wasn't much he could do with it.

"Because I asked and it's not polite not to answer someone when they've asked you something," With that he let go of the knife and it stuck into my side. The knife entered sharply and quickly. Blood squirted out from the small hole and into the air. I gave a cry of pain and crouched over to hide my face now twisted with pain. "Now, you were an orphan?"

"Fuck you straight to hell ass hole," I muttered at him waiting for something to strike me again. Instead another blade being sunk into my flesh the blade already in my side twisted to the around in several circles and began to ooze more blood than what already had been coming out. I groaned as my legs began to give out.

Another flash and behind him, I saw him. His bloodied face, his bruised and beatened body. My jaw dropped and a tear fell from my check. He stared at me. His beautiful neon blue eyes staring at me, I had missed those eyes.

"Brother..." I mumbled softly and Magneto brought knife out as he stared at me. I completely ignored the other men in the room and stared at him. Both men seemed confused. My brother stared at me, he reached out, his face shifting, elongating, changing into his other form. But as he changed he turned to ash and blew away and I began to cry hard.

Magneto stared at me as I cried shaking my head. "She's hallucinating," Pyro stated stepping forward. "She did it once before but never said anything. Nothing about a brother."

I choked. "Stop making me see things," I pleaded looking up to Pyro. "Please!"

"She begs..." Magneto stated and with a wave of his hand the chains gave way and I landed on the floor in a clump of blood and pain. I was crying uncontrollably. He had a shred of compassion then. "You have a brother?"

I looked up him, tears staining my cheek. "No..."

He looked down at me confused and another wave of his hands the chains lost their lax and I cried as I was yanked to my feet. "You are quite and arrogant young woman aren't you?"

I cried loudly as images rushed through my brain of my brother and my sister. They both had eyes of neon blue, that changed to a sapphire blue when they wanted them too. I held her in my arms, he my twin looked to me, then the gangs. The death. His death, because of those eyes, because of what he could become.

"No..." I cried softly jolting back into reality. I looked over to Magneto and gritted my teeth. "I am just use to this."

"Torture?"

"Pain."

"Do tell."

"He's dead..." I told him with a hiss the blood still trickling over my chin. "He was killed for being like you! They killed them all cause they were like you!"
Both him and Pyro stared at me in shock and I began to choke on my blood from crying so hard. I cried out again as the chains gave way an I fell to the floor once more.

"They?" Magneto pressed but his gaze went to Pyro. "Take care of her wounds. We will be there soon. I will see how's Mystique's search for Horus is going."
He nodded to Magneto and watched him leave before turning back to me. He walked up to me and knelt beside me. My bag of supplies that I had brought from home was in one of his hands. He set it down before he knelt beside me looking at the drops of blood scattered every where from where I had fallen and a pool began to form.

I cried hard as he moved the chains off and unchained me from them. Sharper cries escaped as he twisted my arms back into socket and I looked up to him. His eyes met mine, there was almost a glimmer of something besides the fiery rage that had been built up inside him. A sorrow almost. He helped me to sit up but all I did was lean forward into him, his arms slowly moved around me to craddle me against him.

"I need you to take off your shirt," He told me. "I can't treat you're wounds unless I can get to them," I didn't move, my hand gripped the fabric on his chest, I could see my blood staining it. "Ryu..."

"Number one," I began pointing to the back where it zipped up. "It's a wet suit." His hands moved to unzip it but I turned and stood up weakly. My hand went to my side to slow the bleeding as I stumbled and landing on my knees. "Number two: I don't want you or any one else to sew me up."

The blood ran over my hands from the hole in my side. He shook his head as he walked over towards me. I backed away from him as he got closer. Tears streamed down one cheek from the pain. I felt as though I was about to pass out but I didn't want him to touch me.

"Don't be an idiot," He told me as his hands went to help hold me up. He knelt behind me and I flipped from him and backed only to back up into a wall. He moved over to me and grabbed hold of my arm with the skin torn off. It had already began to scab, but not anymore thanks to his grip. He pulled me towards him and back to where I had been chained up. He squeezed tightly on the wound so I would sit down where he wanted me too. I gave a heavy sigh in anger when I looked up at him. "I won't hurt you."

"You just did," I whispered in a hiss. He smirked it off as he sat beside me and began to rummage through my bag in search of the first aid. I looked at him curiously. The way he had acted while Magneto had been down here bothered me. It was almost like he had never seen someone tortured before. Never been in the presence of terrible pain. "You've never had to watch," I told him with a shudder. He looked over at me. "Have you?"

He shook his head a little. "You can tell?"

"Yes."

"How?"

I watched him as he pulled out some bandages and a needle with some string. "I've seen the face you made before. In the middle of fights, after someone died, or when they can only watch and do nothing. I know when people have done or seen things and when they haven't. They have look that says they have or haven't."

"Take off your wet suit," He told me changing the subjects quickly. To get off the fact he was a wuss. I looked at him annoyed and after a second of him realize I wasn't moving. He looked at me then at the wet suit for a moment. "Or at least take it down to where I can get to the stabs," I glared at him still knowing that the suit had built in support and being five three a hundred forty pounds mostly muscle I really didn't want to take the damn suit off in anyway shape or form. "Do you want to die?"

"It might be the better option."

He snarled and stood up. Moving behind me his hand went to the zipper and he pulled it down . I heard him give a startled gasp at the sight of my back. I knew what he was gasping at. Scars. Terrible scars that I didn't remember how I got them.

"What happened?" He questioned his fingertips moving over the raised scars.

With hard winces of pain, I moved my arms to take off the top of the wet suit. I let it slide to just under my navel and crossed my arms over my chest in order to cover myself up. "Hell," I looked up to him. "Why do you care? I'm only human."

He knelt back beside me and pour some iodine on to a wash clothe. "Who did that to you?"

"Is this part of the interrogation?" I questioned him with a sigh of annoyance. "Or actual concern?"

He pressed the iodine against the hole in my side. I yelped in pain as he pressed harder. "What happened?"

"You don't need to know," I informed him while he moved his hands back to thread the needle. "Who's Horus?"

"A mutant I haven't met yet." He informed me beginning to sew the laceration back together. "A doctor of genetics too from what I've been told."

I looked over at him. My eyes searching his face for an answer. "He thinks I have the gene doesn't he?"

He shrugged. "I'm not telepathic." I looked down at his hands and watched him sew. The blood got onto his fingers from the hole in my side. "How does this not hurt?"

"I am numb from pain," I whispered. "It hurts so much it no longer hurts..."

My mind wondered again. I sat on top of a desk, my arm was held by someone else. Tightly. I was young and I was crying. Two other people had a hold of me. One held to me to restrain me while the other held my arm out. I couldn't move as the pain in my arm became more unbearable. I jumped backwards away from Pyro.

"Stop it!" My breathing was hard and before I could move again he had a hold of me by my shoulders.

"Hey!" He shouted at me. I shook my head trying to push away from him."Hey!" I focused on him, fear raced through my mind. "Hold still dammit." I didn't answer him, just sat as still as I could while keeping myself covered. "What do you see?" I looked him in the eyes with a twinge of confusion. Then the pain began to rush back into my body. I cried again leaning into him. "When you go off like that. What do you see?"

I shook my head. "Nothing..It..it..it's nothing."

He wrapped one arm around my body pushed his hand harshly against my stab wound. I let out a hiss bringing my hands up to try and push him away. "What did you see?" He questioned me. I ground my teeth together while shaking my head. He pressed his hand harder and harder into my side. Pain swelled in my side from his touch."Tell me what you saw."

"Fuck you.." I moaned out softly.

He shoved me backwards and shouted loudly in anger. I stumbled backwards and flipped over so I wasn't being anymore exposed to him than need be. I pulled my wet suit back on with a groan. His hand being shoved against the hole in my side made every thing ten times more painful to do now. Forcing myself to sit up was a challenge enough.

"Why do you give a damn? You hate humans don't you? Why don't you just kill me instead of patching me up?"

"Because that's what I was told to do."

"You always do as you're told?" I scoffed off at him. He glared at me. The glare was telling me something more. Like he had heard what I had said before."You don't seem like someone who follows the rules."

"And you know all about following the rules?" He questioned mein anger. "Cause you follow the rules all the time don't you little Miss Perfect."

The sound of someone else coming downstairs made us stop arguing while I looked up in the direction of the steps coming down the stairs. I feminine figure came into the light. Her body was completely blue except for her hair which was red.

"We have ten minutes before we dock.." She told Pyro before turning to glare at me. "Horus will be there waiting for us. Make sure she's ready."

"Ready for what?" I hissed at her.

She walked over to me with a smirk across her face. Her golden eyes glared into mine, more or less through me as though I was nothing to her. Before I could do anything she brought her fist across my face. Damn, I hadn't know any chick to punch like that. It was almost harder the Pyro's punches, but he was also holding back on them. I stumbled to the side feeling my lip split again.

"Make sure she's bound when you bring her up."

With that she left. I looked over to Pyro. He only shook his head walking over to me while he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

I was in hell, at least in this one I knew what would happen when they were finished with me. They would kill me.

Wouldn't they?