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A/N. Remember this story is AU anything can happen
Chapter 3
"I don't understand why you worry about him, he put us in here remember?"
Emma's jaw clenched, her cell mate had been quiet until now, and she hadn't uttered so much as her name until Wade was taken away, now she wouldn't shut up. Her name, she'd learnt; was Ororo. A mutant a few years older than herself with one hell of an attitude problem. She was judgmental, depressing and quite frankly downright annoying.
"I remember." She muttered. It had been five days since they'd taken Wade away, in that time Ororo had managed to make her so depressed that if her shirt was long enough she would have taken it off and hung herself on the cell door. Ororo was convinced that they had killed him, she told her that he'd out lived his usefulness and that there was only one way to put down a faulty soldier. The satisfied smile on her face when she'd said it was enough to make Emma want to reach through the bars and choke her, but once again the restrictive nature of their situation effected that outcome, she settled for a death glare instead.
She hated to think about what had happened to Wade, there was a part of her that hoped they had 'put him down' just to end his suffering, but then there was another part of her that hoped that Victor had been right, that they were going to make him better. Then again it had been Victor... either way both outcomes made her remarkably uneasy.
She leant back against the bars of her cell, willing herself not to think about him. She didn't know why it got to her so much; they'd barely spoken to one another anyway. Ororo was right, he did put her in here, but that didn't seem to bother her as much as it should have. She remembered the look on his face when he'd done it, the guilt that flashed across his eyes. Somehow she knew there was more too him than just a ruthless mercenary.
"Hey did you hear that."
Emma sat upright, one of the mutants a few cells up look startled, he was motioning for the mutant in the cell next to him to come closer, when they were within talking range he asked the same question again. "Tell me you heard that." He said, his voice cracking, he sounded terrified.
"Hear what?"
A hoarse cry echoed throughout the prison, it was so full of pain that all the mutants visibly shuddered; even Ororo for all her calm headedness seemed alarmed.
After a moment of petrified silence there was another scream, this time it sounded like it was coming from the second story, and the only thing of the second story was the med lab.
"Wade." Emma said, getting to her feet quickly, she grabbed a hold of the bars, wishing she had the strength to bend them open. Cold chills ran down her spine, it was him; somehow she knew it was him.
The cries stopped suddenly and she wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.
"You don't suppose..." Ororo started.
Emma nodded. "It was him." She muttered, not turning to look at her, her gaze was fixed on the prison door at the end of the corridor. Up above on the other side ... was Wade.
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Glass shattered. Emma's eyes flashed open suddenly, as did every other mutant's at the sound. They hadn't heard any more screaming for hours, and soon everyone had drifted into an uneasy sleep. Now it seemed the commotion was not yet over.
Gunfire echoed off the walls and she bolted upright, fully awake. Two guards came running past her cell, their radios crackling with activity. "Perimeter breach, I repeat, we have a perimeter breach." They ran towards the prison door, guns at the ready.
Sparks flew and the door almost seemed to be ripped open. Emma ran to her cell door, just as the guards opened fire.
Three long steel claws ripped through the back of one of the guards and he let out a gurgled scream of pain before collapsing on the ground, the other guard only got off one or two shots before the attacker ripped open his throat in one swift swipe.
The attacker stood there for a moment, looking around at the cells with a horrified expression. He looked to be in his mid thirties, he had dark brown unruly hair and sideburns that the seventies would envy. He was wearing a white wife beater, jeans and boots. He would have looked something like a lumberjack had he not had three long steel claws protruding from his knuckles. A lady with long black hair ran up beside him, grabbing a hold of his arm. She looked remarkably familiar.
Emma frowned. Kayla? It had been so long, she almost didn't recognise her. Her hair had grown longer and she looked older than Emma remembered, but it was still her.
Her sister said something to the strange looking man with the claws and he nodded agreeably. Then he began to run towards the cells, his claws out at arm's length. For a moment she wasn't sure what he had in mind, but once his claws connected with the doors they sparked and one by one they began to hiss open.
Kayla ran behind him, her eyes darting to each cell. The man got to Emma's cell and did the same thing, her door hissed open and she ran out immediately. "Kayla!"
Her sisters eyes looked in her direction and a relieved smile lit up her face. "Emma?" For a moment they both stood there, both a little too shocked to move, than Kayla ran forward and hugged her fiercely. "Thank God you're alright."
Emma closed her eyes, attempting to stop the tears that were surfacing. Now wasn't the time or the place to have a meltdown, not yet.
"Kayla." Both of them turned towards the man who'd called her name. He looked at Emma for a second before back up at her sister. "We have to get out of here."
Kayla nodded, grabbing her sister by the hand but Emma didn't budge. "Emma?" she asked questioningly. "Come one."
She shook her head. "I can't go without him."
Kayla frowned and the man came back to obviously see what the holdup was. "Can't go with out who?"
"Wade." She said, glancing back at the shattered prison door.
"Wade Wilson?" the man said and she turned to look at him surprised.
"You know him?"
"Logan, we don't have time." Kayla said quickly, staring at them both as if they'd gone mad. They could hear gunfire in the distance, more soldiers were coming. They were running out of time.
"I'm not going without him." Emma said firmly, pulling her hand away from Kayla's. Her sister looked almost hurt, but Emma couldn't worry about that now.
Logan looked between them both, he obviously knew the man. How? She wasn't sure, but he was battling to make up his mind. Wade probably wasn't in his good books either. "They're hurting him." She said desperately and Logan made up his decision pretty quickly after that.
He grabbed one of the older mutants that ran past him, stopping him in his tracks. "What's your name son?"
"Piotr." He said quickly.
Logan blinked twice, clearly not expecting that name. "Sure, whatever. Listen you take these kids outside, there's a plane on the other side of the compound, you can't miss it. Get them all on as quick as you can. If you see any signs of danger you get out quick got it? Don't wait for us."
The boy nodded, than scurried off, yelling at the other mutants to follow him. Logan turned back to the girls grimly, his jaw clenching.
"Alright, where is he?"
A/N. Hope you enjoyed, the next chapter will be up soon!
