I FORGOT TO SAY IN EARLIER CHAPTERS THAT DAMON, BRUCE, ANTONE, AND VANCE ARE MINE, TOO.
Slave Auction
A few days later Logan and Victor were arm wrestling on the floor. Victor's strength versus Logan's strength along with adamantium laced bones. They were evenly matched. The kids were cheering them on.
"C'mon, Dad!" Kane said.
"Yeah! Kick his ass!" Kenji said.
"C'mon, Dad! Don't let Logan win!" Harry said. "Kick his worthless runt ass!"
Victor and Logan's arms were shaking from the force of trying to force the other down. Logan slammed Victor's right arm down on the concrete floor. It made a loud and sickening crack. Victor's howl echoed through out the cell and hall. Logan immediately let go of Victor's arm. It was broken along with his hand. Victor tried to move it, but it sent a sharp jolt of pain up to his shoulder. He yelped.
"Dad?" Harry asked.
"Vic, I'm sorry," Logan apologized.
"This is the last time I'm listening to you, runt!" Victor yelled. "I knew I shouldn't have arm wrestled with you! Now my arm is broken along with my hand!"
"It'll heal," Logan said.
"Yeah, they'll heal," Victor said. "But the wrong way with this many bones broken. It's going to have to be re broken so that the bones can be set straight."
"Let me see your arm," Logan said.
Logan felt Victor's hand and Victor hissed at every touch. Yeah, every bone in his arm and back of his hand was broken. Damn.
"We're going to have to put a splint on it," Logan said.
Just then Bruce ran in. "What happened?! I heard screaming!"
"My brother broke my arm and hand while we were arm wrestling," Victor said.
"It needs a splint," Logan said.
"There's some in the Med Bay," Bruce said. "Follow me."
Bruce led them down the hallway to their right and were soon in front of the Med Bay. The doctor looked at Vic's arm. The doctor was feral.
"Yeah, it's broken alright," he said. "It's going to take awhile to heal. I'll put a cast on it. I'm going to have to set the bones in your arm. You are going to feel a lot of pain. One. . .two. . .three!"
Victor howled as the bones was set. The assistants had to hold him down. He continued howling as the doctor set every bone in his arm and back hand. Soon the doctor put a cast on Victor's arm and hand.
"That should do it," the doctor said. "Come back in two weeks and we'll X-Ray it."
Victor nodded and left with the others. Once back in their cell, Victor sat down on a lower bunk and glared at the floor. The kids went to talking with Bruce. Logan went over to his brother.
"This is your fault," Victor growled.
"I know. And I'm sorry," Logan said. "I know it was a stupid thing to do."
"This is some of my fault, too, Jimmy," Victor said. "I should have known better to not do it."
"And I shouldn't have brought up the idea," Logan said. "I knew something bad was going to happen."
"Now we know not to do it again," Victor said.
Logan got up and punched the wall in anger, ignoring the pain. "It's not fair!"
Victor stood up. "Bruce, can you take the kids for awhile?"
Bruce nodded. He understood why. "C'mon kids."
"Is Dad going to be alright?" Kane asked.
"Yeah."
They left and Victor walked over to Logan. He had his head against the wall and his shoulders were shaking. It was either anger or that he was crying. Victor touched his shoulder.
"It's not fair!" Logan turned around and sat on a lower bunk. "The adamantium! I hate it! It's a curse! I can't horse around when the kids want to because I'm afraid of hurting them. I can't play any sport that includes physical contact with the kids. I can't even arm wrestle with my boys or girl because I'm afraid that I'll break their arm like I did to you. I can't do anything because of the metal on my bones!"
Tears were flowing down Logan face as he said that. He couldn't do any horsing around or sports that had physical contact with his kids because he was afraid that he'd hurt them. Hurt them because of his adamantium skeleton being so heavy that it'd break their bones. Victor sat next to his brother and put an arm around him.
"You can still play sports with your kids," Victor said. "Just not certain sports, like football. That's a violent game sometimes. You can do other sports like baseball, basketball, soccer, and softball."
"Yeah," Logan said. His eyes were red and puffy. "God, I really hate Stryker! He ruined my life! He tricked me into getting the adamantium put on my bones."
"He said that I wouldn't survive the procedure," Victor said. "I wanted to kill him, too."
Bruce came in. "You got to come with me."
"Why?"
"Because in 5 minutes is the annual Slave Auction."
"The what?" Logan asked.
"The Slave Auction," Bruce said. "One or all of you are going to be sold to the highest bidder. Hopefully, you two and the kids will be sold together."
"What will they do to us?"
Bruce shrugged. "Whatever they want I guess. They'll have you a week and then the Auctioneer will choose if you will stay with them. Other bidders will try to buy you while this is going on. Oh, and, um, there's another thing. One of Vance's assistants told me that I'm somehow related to you. That I'm somehow either your or Victor's son."
"WHAT?!" Logan and Victor said.
Bruce just shrugged.
"Great. Just perfect," Logan said. "Now we'll never get out of here in time for Kaya to have her baby. There's got to be some way to get out of here. . ."
"Can I come with you when you escape?" Bruce asked. "Please, let me come with you. I can't stand being here any longer. After what happened to your daughter, Logan, I can't be here anymore. I can't take it. All I do is watch after the teenage cubs and be there with the females when they give birth to a cub because the fathers are forbidden to be there. And when the cub that is born is female and isn't any use to Vance, I have. . ." he trailed off.
"Kill them," Bruce said. "They raise them and then breed with them. Vance blames the girl if the pregnancy doesn't go well. Blames her for being weak because of her not being fully feral. And I have to kill her and the unborn child. It's one thing I can't do anymore. Please let me go with you when you escape."
Logan nodded. "You can. They would have to kill me if they wanted me to do that."
Bruce nodded. "Yeah, they beat me for not killing a girl. Not enough to kill me, but damn close. After that I've been doing as they say. We need to go."
Logan nodded and Victor and the kids and himself followed Bruce down an unfamiliar hallway and were soon met by some guards. They grabbed the six of them and shoved them into a room then it slammed the door shut. The six of them looked around and saw that they were in some sort of circular room with tall glass windows in front of them. Victor growled at the people behind the glass. Where the people sat was darkened and you couldn't see them. The Auctioneer came out of nowhere and stood beside them.
"Here we have is a family of ferals," the Auctioneer said. "The small muscular dark haired one and the tall muscular blonde one are the toughest and strongest of the family. The redhead is also very strong and tough. The Asian kids are also strong and hard to break. The smallest is small and weak. Perfect for whoever is bored."
Victor growled at that last sentence and pushed the boy behind him, still growling. The bids were going up and up. Finally after ten minutes the highest bidder stood.
"Twenty million!" The bidder said.
"Twenty million going once, twice," the Auctioneer said. No one bid higher, "sold to Vance!"
All the other bidders grumbled curses and waited for the next bunch of ferals. Vance walked through a door that was on the left side of the glass windows. He walked up to them. They were branded property of Vance's, but he didn't officially own them then. The community wouldn't allow a slave owner who had a business like Vance to do whatever to a slave. No matter how badly they wanted to have them, they would have to either buy them in an Auction or live with not owning them.
Vance could no longer hold himself back. Being a Breeder was a hard job with all the feral mutants. It was so tempting to try and have them. Now they were HIS. He can now do whatever he wanted to them. Make them do whatever he wanted. He couldn't help but grinned at them. He loved being an Owner. The last feral didn't last two days.
"Come with me." Vance turned around and led them down another hallway, going up a stairway. As they went up, the walls changed from the old cement to polished wooden walls. When they reached the top floor, they saw the door was also wooden. Vance opened the door and they saw a huge apartment that was half the size of the gym back at the mansion. "Welcome, ferals. This is my home and is now your home for the rest of your lives."
"'Rest of your lives'?" Logan repeated. "What do you mean?"
"You are owned by me. You are my slaves until you die, little man," Vance said.
"I thought we were suppose to stay a week and the Auctioneer would choose to let us stay," Bruce said. "What happened to that?"
Vance laughed. "That little rule doesn't exist when I have slaves, Bruce, so all of you will forever be mine no matter what."
Logan growled. "I ain't no one's servant, bub." The Wolverine was inching its way to the surface.
"Jimmy, calm down," Victor whispered to him.
"You are my servant, runt, and you'll do as I order," Vance said. "Or you will be punished."
"Nobody calls Jimmy 'runt' but me!" Victor hissed at Vance.
"Very well," Vance said. "Here are the rules. Firstly, you will do as you are ordered. Secondly, if you disobey in any way, you will be punished. Thirdly, watch yourselves and especially the kids while there is company. They don't do well near ferals. Your room is the second door to your left, ferals. I expect you to get up early."
Vance left and came back with a live baby deer struggling in his hands. Harry's eyes brightened at the sight of it. It looked like Bambi. Vance put the deer down and it calmed. Harry's hand reached out to it and pat its head. He never saw a deer this close before.
"Please tell me this deer is your pet!" the boy said. He loved deers. It was the only animal he would never hunt. They were just too beautiful to harm. He'd never kill one again.
Vance laughed. "No, its not a pet. It's your food for a few days."
"What?!"
"The deer is your food for a few days."
Harry swore his heart skipped a beat. Deer was food for a few days? They had to kill this beautiful animal? "We have to kill it for food?"
"No, YOU have to kill it, boy."
Harry refused. "No, I will NOT kill it."
"You will do as ordered," Vance said. "Kill the deer."
"No." Harry glared at him.
"Kill. The. Deer."
"No."
Vance snarled and backhanded the boy so hard, Victor and Logan thought Harry's jaw broke. The Kane and Kenji were about to help Harry when Victor put an arm in front of them. He shook his head.
"Don't interfere," Victor whispered to them. "You'll make it worse."
The snarled and nodded. Victor wanted to so badly to get his boy away from the bastard. He knew better than to interfere, but the protective side of Sabretooth was inching closer to control Victor's body. He figured the boy had to kill a deer like he had to a rabbit back when he was being abused as a boy.
Vance continued beating Harry black and blue. Still he refused to kill it. "Than you will be forced to watch it get killed," Vance growled. "You the tall blonde one, get over here."
Victor did as told. "Yes?"
"Kill the deer in front of the boy."
Victor looked from the deer at the other side of the room to Harry who was laying on the floor. Victor called the deer over. It walked over to him.
"Jimmy, hold Harry in place," he said.
Logan nodded. He hated this as much as Victor. He grabbed Harry's arms and pinned them behind him and held the boy as he sat on the floor.
"We're sorry, Harry," Victor said.
Victor ran his clawed hand over the little deer. He hated this so much. Reminded him of his past as a kid. He sighed and without looking, snapped the deer's neck. The creature fell to the floor, dead. Harry struggled in Logan's grip until he heard the crack of a neck. Victor looked over at Harry. Harry was looking wide eyed at the dead baby deer and he was also a little pale. Harry couldn't take his eyes off the deer.
Vance growled, not happy about making Harry watch it. He looked over at Harry as Logan released him. The boy walked over to the deer and touched it. Victor put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay," Victor said to him. "It's okay."
Harry nodded.
"The six of you get to the room and go to sleep. You will be up at six in the morning and standing right here in the hall. Good night, ferals."
Vance left. Victor picked up the deer and slung it over his shoulder. Logan led the way to the room. They entered and was surprised that the bedroom was big enough for all of them. There were six mattresses and pillows and blankets. Harry went to the far side of the room. There was a place where to set food that was to last a few days. Victor looked over the deer and growled.
"That Vance is a lair," he said. "This will only last us for tonight. Jimmy, yer going to skin the thing and cut the meat off."
"Why can't ya do it? You have claws," Jimmy said.
"Because I gotta tend Harry."
Victor got up and went over to him. He found Harry in a corner with his legs pulled close. Victor sat next to him.
