Chapter 3

Feral Slaves

Victor and the others were led back to their cell. Victor carried Logan over his shoulder and set him down on the bottom right bunk as the door slammed shut for the second time and it wouldn't be the last. Victor examined Logan for any bad wounds. As he touched the left side of Logan's head, blood covered his palm and fingers. It wasn't red like a cut. It was blackish-red. He turned his head and looked more closely at the gaping head wound. Blood was still coming from his head. Logan's metal skull was visible.

Victor took off his T-shirt and tore it into long strips and wrapped a few around Logan's head to stop the bleeding until it healed. He sat down in front of the bottom bunk. He had nothing but his wife beater, jeans, and boots on. He knew he had been here before. He knew the scent of these people. They weren't feral or human, but he couldn't remember the name of these creatures. He knew Stryker was dead because he went back to the facility to kill him and all he saw was water for miles. No dam, no facility. But he was just here a the cell. How the hell did he survive?

Victor didn't know. He still had his watch on and looked at the time. 10:30 am. He was glad his watch included am and pm. It was the only way for him to know if it was day or night. He looked at the kids that were sitting on the other set of bunks. Kane had an arm on Harry's shoulder. Harry's head was resting on Kane's shoulder and Kane was talking with Kenji. Victor wondered what became of Kaya. Last they all saw of her was when she was dragged into the females' line.

"You kids should get some sleep," Victor said.

"We're not tired," Kenji said.

"I don't give a shit!" Victor said. "You need to rest. Especially you, Kenji. Your wound in your chest hasn't healed yet. You went down pretty easy when you were stabbed in the chest."

"I know that," Kenji said. "Don't rub it in."

"Victor, I think there's something wrong with Harry," Kane said.

Victor got up and went over to the boy. He felt for a pulse and it was there, but it was very slow. He felt his forehead and it was burning hot again.

"Move," Victor said.

The got up and stood.

Victor laid the boy down on the bunk. Harry was sweating from the high fever. He took one of the strips of his shirt and went into the bathroom to wet it some. He returned and found the now Howlett twins on the top bunks. He folded up the strip and put it on the young feral's forehead. He looked at Harry's brand and saw that it was trying to heal, but couldn't. He was surprised that they didn't put the restraining collars around their necks.

Some hours went by and Logan woke up with a pounding headache. Harry's fever broke again and the twins woke up along with him. The door opened and there stood Vance and Stryker. Victor looked closely at his neck and saw some sort of mark. Vance and Stryker walked in and Harry cowered behind Victor. Logan and Victor growled at them.

"They are in good shape," Stryker said. "Except for the smallest of them. The brunette. He's not in that good of shape."

"Most of them aren't," Vance said. "We can still use him. Use them all."

"Of course," Stryker said. "They will need a change of clothes."

"Yes, leather will do," Vance said. "Are the baggy leather pants in the Changing Room still there?"

"Yes," Stryker said.

"Good. Those are the only kind they can wear. Makes it easier for them to get them on and off for the job they will be doing later. Take them to change and then bring them to the Feral Cell in the Slave Hall. If they are not changed and in the Feral Cell in fifteen minutes for me to check on them your ass is mine!" Vance said.

Stryker nodded and turned to them. "Follow me."

They left with Stryker and Victor looked at Logan. Logan shook his head at his brother.

"Can't I rip his limbs off?" Victor whispered.

"No," Logan whispered back.

"His arms?"

"No."

"One arm?"

"His hand?"

"No."

"A finger?"

"No."

"Then can I?" Kenji asked.

"No!" Logan snapped louder than intended.

"Shut up!" Stryker said as they were almost there.

"I don't understand what's going on," Victor whispered. "We can break out of here if we wanted to and they didn't put restraining collars on us."

"Maybe they need our feral powers for some reason and they have some sort of punishment if a feral misbehaves," Logan suggested, looking at his sons and Harry and thinking about his daughter.

"Yeah," Victor said.

They arrived at the Changing Room and Stryker turned to them. "Adults to the right and children to the left."

Victor and Logan went into the adults' changing room. It was much smaller that the Branding Room. There were a few lockers and they were stained with blood. Logan sniffed the first door that had blood on it out of curiosity and jumped back.

"Holy shit!" he said. "It smells like something crawled into there and died decades ago."

Victor was about to open the locker door when Stryker banged on the door for them to hurry up.

"You only have two minutes in there!"

Victor opened the second locker and found what they had to wear for the rest of their stay here unless they could find a way out. Victor put on the only big size they had and the leather fit him good. He left on his boots and wife beater and watch. He tossed a pair to Logan. Logan growled at the size of them. They were too big for him, but he managed to put them on and rolled the pant sleeves up some. He put his wife beater and boots back on even though he and Victor might not be wearing them later on.

They came out and found the kids sitting down. The Japanese kids still wore their wife beaters with boots while Harry wore nothing but the leather pants. His abusion now showed with out anything to cover him up. Victor growled at the not healed bruises. It looked like the boy had lost weight since they got here. Nobody had anything to eat since they were kidnapped from the woods. Victor didn't know how much longer the kid's healing factor would last. It already treated the fever, but it still had to treat his bruises and hunger. Stryker led them to the Slave Hall and shoved them through the Feral Cell door and left.

They looked around and saw lots of teenage boys that were no older than Harry. They boys were at least his age to seventeen. There was only one other adult other than Logan and Victor and the feral was a big man. He was heavily muscled, 6' 4", had red hair, was wearing leather pants, grey eyes, and had on some sort of metal bracelet on his left arm. The man was watching all the boys. They were either sitting, talking, or sleeping. The man then looked to Logan, Victor, and the kids' direction. He walked over to them.

"You the new arrivals?"

"Yeah," Logan said. "What is this room?"

"The Feral Cell," the man said. "This large room is where ferals wait to do their jobs."

"What kind of jobs?"

The man just smirked and held his hand out. "Name's Bruce."

Logan shook it. "Logan."

"Logan?" Bruce asked. "You're Weapon X?"

Logan growled at the name and nodded his head. "Yeah."

"Interesting," Bruce said and looked at Victor. "And who are you, big guy?"

"Victor," Victor said, shaking his hand. "Or Sabretooth."

"Weapon IX, right?"

Victor nodded. "You a weapon for Stryker?"

Bruce shook his head. "I was going to be experimented on, but it never happened. I always snuck out of my cell when I was sixteen and find you two in the halls talking. I admired you two so much when I was a kid. You two caught me a few times and told me not to sneak out again. Said I would get in trouble. Of course I never listened."

"You were that little trouble maker?" Victor asked.

Bruce nodded his head. "Who are the kids?"

"This is Harry," Logan introduced the boy. "And these are my sons, Kane and Kenji."

"They're twins?" Bruce asked. "Feral twins?"

"Triplets," Logan said. "They're sister was taken from us when we arrived here."

Bruce nodded. "She will be fine."

Logan nodded. "I hope so."

"How old are your boys?"

"Sixteen," Logan said.

"Is Harry your boy?" Bruce asked Victor.

Victor shook his head. "No. We heard screaming in the woods a little bit from a bar in Lauglin, Alberta. We went to check it out and found Harry running away from those feral hunters. Then we were kidnapped.

"He kinda looks like you, you know?" Bruce said. "You could be related somehow."

The door slammed open and Vance stepped in with Stryker. Vance looked at Victor, Logan, Harry, Kane, and Kenji. He bent down to Harry's height and looked him over. He did the same to Kane and Kenji. Victor and Logan growled at him. Vance stood up and looked at Logan and Victor.

"They will start their first job in couple days," Vance said and left.