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A/N: This would've been up last night but somethin' was up with my computer and I couldn't log in. XP

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Eddie sat in the corner of a small, dark, and freezing cold room silently crying into his arms. Just seconds earlier he had been sitting in the very same room with his sister, both clearly upset about the days earlier events.

 "You think daddy's dead?"  Rose had asked with swollen red eyes from crying.

Eddie had shaken his head bravely, "He's tough Rosie. He'll be here any minute and get us out." He hadn't even shed a tear until after the soldiers had come back into the room and pulled Rose away.

  The whirring sound of the door opening quickened his heart; he climbed to his feet doing his best to stop the trembling in his lower lip. A man, the same one who had taken Rose, walked in and smirked at him. Eddie scowled at the man clenching his fists. 

 "Ah Eddie," The man grinned, "do we have a surprise for you…"

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 Logan frowned glancing around the hallway of unmarked doors he and several guards are walking down. There were four guards total, one on either sides of him, front and back. The doors, he notices, are getting further and further apart until they are walking down an empty stark white hallway. He could see at the end of the hallway a window; he glanced at the guard to his left then back to the window they were now standing in front of.

 "I want you to witness this Wolverine," The guards' move away and the man with the beady black eyes stepped up next to him, "see what you think."

 "Who are you?"

 "You mean my name? They call me Stryker," The man grinned, "Ah, it's starting."

Logan turned back to the window his eyes widening as his son is dragged out into the small room below them and strapped to a metal table.

Logan growled turning back to Stryker, "You bastard! You lay a hand on him-" The sound of the safety on a gun clicked in his ear.

 "I suggest you be quiet and watch Mr. Logan, or you wont see the finished product." Stryker frowned his eyes locked on the room below.

Logan scowled watching helplessly as his son screamed for help; his arms outstretched and tied down to the table along with his legs and neck. A strange looking machine is wheeled out.

 "No." Logan whispered shaking his head in disbelief.

 "I'm afraid so," Stryker grinned, "you see Wolverine, your son was born with the same mutation as yourself. The ability to heal faster than others and, bone claws," Logan's eyes widen, "You didn't know they were bone, now did you?"

 Eddie's screams turned from panic and fear to pain as the scientists slice open his skin and shove tubes of all sorts in. Logan's site suddenly turned red. In one fluid motion he had lunged at Stryker knocking him to the ground and began pounding the crap out of his face.

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Gambit glanced up as the door whirred open and an unconscious Logan was brought in and thrown onto the floor. The two guards that had brought him in each took a turn in giving the body a kick before they walked out closing the door behind themselves. Gambit climbed to his feet and approached Logan's still form.

 He took another step forward and went to kneel down when he noticed something warm and sticky touch his bare foot. He stepped back glancing down at the blood staining his foot then back at Logan and grimaced. Blood had begun to pool around Logan's head and body.

 Quickly, he knelt down and rolled Logan over onto his back. He swallowed forcibly.

Logan had been shot at least six times, twice in the head and at least four times in his mid-section.

Gambit swallowed again, "Dis don' look so good, mon amie," He frowned shaking his head.

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