Chapter 4
Kim's P.O.V.
While I was in a sort of limbo, I got flashes of young Storm, Rouge, and even Xavier, but I could hardly remember what I saw.
When I opened my eyes, a bright light was piercing my eyes. I knew I wasn't dead, or else my eyes wouldn't hurt. A woman walked over to me and after staring for a moment called out, "Sir, she's awake." A man walked over to me and smiled.
"Hello Weapon X," He said.
"Stryker," I growled. "I have a name."
"Good to know you remember me, Weapon X, I mean, Kimberly."
"I thought you died when the dam collapsed."
"I have no idea how you know that, but trust me; I always find a way to come back. How's Logan doing?" I began to struggle against my restraints.
"Don't talk about him!"
"Oh, well, I'm sorry. Welcome back to your old home. Would you like your tags back?" He held them in front of me so I could read them. The tags said 'Weapon X'.
"Sure, why not." Stryker fastened them around my neck for me.
"So, how did Weapon XI go for you?" I asked snidely.
"Logan killed that one. It's too bad I couldn't control your mind like his, there's no way Logan could have fought you. And I wouldn't have even needed to involve Logan, but that's a side note…" I gave Stryker a puzzled look.
"Oh, you don't know? That's too bad. He liked you just as much as his girlfriend Kayla. He wouldn't leave your room back at the X-Mansion."
"How did you get me out of there?"
"Easy. I found a shape shifter, disguised them as the doctor there, and had them bring you here."
"What do you want with me?"
"To test the limits of your powers. And to try to recreate Weapon X."
"And if I don't agree?"
"We find and kill every mutant in the X-Mansion."He smiled evilly, and he even did a little bit of the evil laugh. I used to think evil laughs were cool, but not anymore.
"You do I realize I could kill you and teleport out of here right now if I wanted," I taunted Stryker. He laughed.
"My people would still find you, all those mutants would still die, and I would still find a way to come back," he told me.
Of course I couldn't let that happen, so I agreed. For the next two weeks I was put through a lot of tests. If I didn't participate in them I would die, so I was forcing newly found powers to their limits to keep myself alive. I found out I could hack into machines and review everything recorded in them, pass through walls, control minds, many things. As I went through the tests, I had a small nagging feeling in the back of my mind that someone was trying to contact me, but I decided I was just hallucinating because of how exhausted I was. The last test I had there was how long I could survive under water. They dumped me into a tank in sweats and the jacket I was stolen in, which was Logan's leather jacket. It was oddly peaceful in the tank. After a few days, I began to lose my memories. If I tried to hold on to one, it left faster and faster. After two weeks, all I had left was the memory of my family kicking me out, Kristen slapping me, and the fight between me and Logan. I only knew my name because of my tags. It was so relaxed in the tank, I felt like one of the Seers in Minority Project.
One day, I heard a commotion outside of my tank. The glass was clouded, so I crawled forward, toward where most of the commotion was coming from. Right when I pressed my face against the glass to see, a body was slammed against the glass. I screamed and scuttled backwards to the far corner. I curled into a small ball and sat there weeping until the commotion was over. Once it was I heard people shouting my name. Apparently they couldn't see me in the tank. I waded forward again in the tank and looked outside to find out who it was yelling. I wish I hadn't. All I could see was a body lying on the floor, mangled and decapitated. There was a small trail of blood leading from the neck to something else. I followed the trail of blood with my gaze, and when I saw what it was I wished I hadn't. It was Stryker's head. It was so disgusting I screamed. It was long and piercing. All the dark shapes outside of my tank whipped around and looked at me. One of them did an animal-like jump onto the top of my tank and pried the lid off. They reached in and pulled me out and held me steady.
"Kimberly? Kim? Can you stand Kimberly?" I couldn't see or speak, for my eyes were used to seeing from under water, so everything looked odd and watery. My throat was filled with water so I couldn't speak. The person tried to stand me up but I fell over immediately. I was used to not having to support my weight from being under water. As they picked me up I went into a coughing fit, coughing up water and blood. Someone tried to take off my jacket so I slapped at them and hugged the jacket closer to me. While I tried to see, I heard clips of conversation, like 'need to get her treatment' and 'unable to see'. There were a few voices that sounded kind of familiar. It Who ever had picked me up held me on their back, and I hugged their neck, as if I was riding piggy-back. I somehow held consciousness through all of this, and was awake till we went inside a big building. Who ever had me set me down on a bed, and then I drifted off into a coma or something.