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She didn´t remember much of the kidnapping itself later. She had left her apartment at that evening. Had been attacked on the street. Sedated and dragged away. That was it.

She woke in a cell next to uncounted others, her head hurting, feeling cold and sour. Finding out that she had been abducted to act as a guinea pig for some crazy human freak, calling himself a military scientist.

She was imprisoned together with a lot of other mutant women, there mutations as stunning as different from each other one´s.

She went through several examinations and tests. Interrogations about her mutation. The medical staff around them didn´t care much about the imprisonment of their test objects. Still, they were not cruel. Nobody hurt her. She only got handled a little bit roughly by one of the guards once, when one of the girls she had went to the canteen with this evening had freaked out on their way back. She and the other women watched in silent horror how she was sedated and dragged away. There was no use trying to help her. They all knew.

But besides some bruises, she stayed at least unhurt. People did their job and that was it.

She finally even met the guy in charge, Stryker. She hated him from the moment he entered the room. A creeper. Double-tongued. When she simply asked him if - and when - she would be released, he told her that she would be released as soon as they had her mutation completely mapped. She needn´t to be psychic to know that he was lying.

A week passed, then another one. She got used to the daily routine there quickly. Got to know her cell neighbours and the woman she went to the two daily meals or the sanitary facilities with, always in groups of six to eight.

They had been instructed to stay calm and obey their keepers, somehow faceless people, obviously mutants and humans alike. As long as people obeyed, things went quietly. From time to time, somebody freaked out. The one would be knocked down or – in the case of physically too strong or otherwise too dangerous because of his or her mutation – sedated and "treated". If they returned, often obviously on heavy drugs.

The state of the members of her small group – as well as the state of the people she caught a glimpse at when she passed their cells – was quite different. The young girl next to her might have been not older than fifteen. She cried a lot. She was a shape shifter and of quite an interest among the scientists. Her regular outside appearance was in fact quite stunning, but she was a soft little thing, Alayna could tell. As the medical staff had obviously realized how frail the girl was, she shared a cell with an older mutant woman, Lucy. Alayna thought that Lucy, acting like a kind of surrogate mother, was the only thing that held that girl alive.

The woman imprisoned on the other side of her own cell was able to breath or to filter oxygen out of water – she had a normal working breathing system as well as gills, but looked quite normal. She took things in a kind of stoic way Alayna was stunned by. The other three women of their group were imprisoned at the opposite site of the narrow hallway between the cells.

Some of the women around seemed to die slowly of undernourishment or depression. Others seemed to go mad slowly. Others never spoke a single word or went into hunger strike.

Trouble started soon.

When they were back.

There was some turmoil, late in the evening. "What is this about ?" she whispered to Cassandra, the girl with the gills. "Seems that they´re back from the hunt", the blonde woman whispered back. "New prisoners." After a short pause, she shuddered. "That´s bad." Cassandra´s tone was boding ill. "What do you mean ?" "If they´re back from a trip and were successful, they might get rewarded." Alaynas heart dropped. "Does that mean what I think it means ?" she asked, fearing to already have an idea. "They will be allowed to pick a girl." "Does that happen often ?" Lucy, sharing the bed next to Alayna´s cell with Bella, the by some sardonic coincidence called beautiful, but in fact alien like looking shape shifter girl, laughed bitterly and answered lowly. "Depends on how good they work."

"And their taste and who´ll be allowed to choose", she said after a pause. "I thought for a while that someone like me wouldn´t attract any interest." With her angular shaped face and the short cropped hair, the scraggy and emaciated body, she had guessed that she´d be safe from the men´s approaches. A bad mistake. "Molly is regularly on the list", Cassandra whispered, her voice full of sympathy for the beautiful ballet dancer, one of the other girls of their group. Alayna felt suddenly sick. She had seen the marks on her body, but had tried to ignore them.

"Shouldn´t we have had a shower first ?" Dukes asked. "You´re out of your goddamn non existing mind, Dukes ?" Wilson replied. "Tigger ´s still off somewhere. The guy fucked me up last time, he won´t do this time. I am not willing to take what he left to us. So we´ll chose first this time and have the damn shower after that. And what about this little diamant over there." Alayna recognized the voice of one of the guys who had kidnapped her. A surprisingly good looking guy had approached her cell and checked out Naomi´s body in the cell opposite to her´s. Naomi´s eyes widened in shock. "Wilson and Dukes", Lucy informed her in a whisper. "Two of Stryker´s favourites. The mouth and the brainless." "Jes´, how old are we, girl ?" Wilson let the blade of his sword slowly rattle along the bars. "Such a fine girl imprisoned in this disgusting cellar, ts ts ts." Grace, in the cell next to Naomi´s, rolled her eyes.

"Why don´t you get a woman who´s able to take you on, Wilson ?" the obstinate woman suggested coolly. Alayna wondered if the girl really knew what she was doing or was just being foolish. "Shut up, you bitch!" Wilson hissed. "Still pissed that you failed last time?" she challenged. "Really, Wilson, it´s something that may happen to any man from time to time." "Why don´t you shut up or I chop your pathetic little body up into pieces, darling ?" he returned politely. "Come on, Wade", she continued. "Have another try."

"What about her ?" Dukes had turned to Alayna´s cell. The deep rumbling voice and the giant figure of the guy made her blood run cold. Though he didn´t seem to be very bright in fact – he just might squash her; perhaps accidentally. "Isn´t Creed into Asian ones ?" "Old man may have been grown too hard already to get that far down the hall", the merc chuckled. Then something drew his attention. "Where is she ?" he raged, staring at an empty cell some steps down the hall. A menacing chuckle rang. "Shitface may have been to busy staring at himself in the bathroom mirror to notice that I claimed her", sneered a deep voice. "Creed", whispered Cassandra, looking disgusted. „The guy who kidnapped me", Lucy added under her breath.

"Excuse me ?" Wade shrieked. „Seems you didn´t suck up nicely enough to Stryker, Wade." Another chuckle. "Again", Creed added. "But you!" Wilson replied. Victor grinned. "Deeds instead of never ending moronic talk, Wade! Wasn´t it you who returned with nothing than a big pile of collateral damage instead of only a single one of the targets you were send for ?" "Where is she ?" Wilson demanded to know. Victor shrugged indifferently. "At the infirmary ? Dead ? Who cares ?" "Stryker ordered you to…." "I give a – goddamn – fuck – to what he ordered !" Victor barked. „And now get out of my way."

Alayna stared at the man in front of her cell. Dukes seemed at least clever enough not to interfere. Wilson and Creed stood only a step away from each other. None of them was taller than the other, but right from the first look, Alayna would have bet on the obviously feral mutant. He seemed to be twice as broad and muscled as Wilson. And much more self controlled. Still, watching them quarrel about the women ´round like they were quarrelling about the best piece of meat was quite unnerving.

"You´re a goddamn bastard, Creed." "Goddamn right, Wilson." Creed grinned, revealing fangs while throwing a short glance over to Dukes. The guy had just gestured to one of the guards to open the cell his favourite chick was imprisoned in. A slim but still well curved thing, a former table dancer – Dukes didn´t like changes, and this one seemed to be halfway willing and agreeable for him. "Why don´t you check cell block B, Wade ?" Victor suggested. "As you like them young and untouched, you´ll be right there!" He referred to the cell block where the male mutants were kept. Wilson narrowed his eyes. He glanced at Alayna, then at Creed again. The feral drew some inches closer to him, suggestively lowering his voice. "And just for your information, little samurai – I had the Asian girl already giving me a massage when you were still busy blowing half a block of houses away for nothing last night. Was a virgin, by the way. A pity you missed the party." "Damn feral shithead", Wilson cursed. He threw another look at the Asian girl. Inferring from the horror stricken look on her face, Creed told the truth. He gestured to one of the guards to let Grace out to accompany him and spat to the ground in front of Creed.

"Whatever", the feral muttered and grabbed the keycard out of the guards hand. He opened Alayna´s cell door, staring down at her, sitting like frozen on the narrow cot. "Get up !" he ordered.