Never Let Me Go
Chapter 8
(I don't own X-Men)
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(Kitty's POV)
I wanted to die, I just wanted for this to be over already. I had no idea how long I'd been in this room for, the window behind me was boarded up so they only source of light I had was the light bulb hanging above me. I had been brought measly amounts of food, a stale bread roll or some crackers and water. Every so often the door would open and Pyro and the doctor would come back in with a new way to torture me. And every time they sent the X-Men a new video.
The doctor came to make sure I survived whatever they were going to do, no point in killing me. What would be the fun in killing me so soon? They'd doused me in water and shocked me, burned me, bruised me with their fists and held my head under water, pulling me back up to gasp in air a few times before doing it again. They'd brought in a mutant with super strength for a power and had him beat me, breaking my leg and at least some ribs too. They shoved tiny blades until my fingernails until they hit they bone and drugged me with some sort of poison that made me see my worst nightmares.
I was so tired and yet it seemed like it would never end, I refused to cry in front of the camera which always got me another bruise. John wasn't happy that I wasn't breaking down like he wanted me to.
I flinched at the sound of the door opening again, what now? John walked in, this time without the doctor.
"Hello Katherine" He says going over to the little tray next to my chair and putting something on it, when I got a look I saw that it was a small, thin knife. He went over to the video camera and turned it on.
"My my X-men you certainly have disappointed me, 10 videos and not even so much as a response. I thought you cared for your own, I thought she was your 'family'. Maybe I was wrong" I winced at this, tears stinging my eyes.
"I'm sure she misses you, don't you want to say hello Kitty?" I'm too weak from the torture and starvation and can barely lift my head up so he once again pulls me up by my hair "Now I know what you're thinking 'What could I possibly do now?' Well I've brought something in with me today"
He went over to the tray and picked up the knife "I'm not going to kill her, not this time. I'm going to mark her" he smirked coming over "A little birdie told me that you had nightmares about a certain mark"
I must have looked as confused as I felt so he continued "A M cut above your eye"
No… how could he know about that? I looked at the knife in horror and wished that I could pass out. I didn't want to be awake while he mutilated my face.
"Yes I know all about the other timeline. Don't worry Kitty I'm not going to damage your pretty little face, wouldn't want you to look ugly for Bobby would we?" he grabs my left arm and pulls the sleeve of the dark grey shirt that I've been wearing since I've been here up, exposing my forearm.
I don't even have time to beg him not to before he brought the knife down, cutting into my flesh and for the first time in however long I've been here I let out a scream. I'd been able to hold it in so far, only whimpering or groaning but this time, knowing what would soon be permanently marked into my flesh. It was too much and I screamed and screamed until my throat was sore and my voice was hoarse.
After what felt like hours of pain he pulled away and I weakly glanced down at my arm, the cuts were still leaking blood but he'd done it in a way that he managed not to hit any veins. I felt my stomach roll at the sight of the big ugly M on my forearm and if I had any food in my stomach I'm sure I would be vomiting right now.
"The next one will be the last" he said reaching behind and pulling out a gun, I was too tired to flinch when he pressed it against my head "Tomorrow I will be putting a bullet into her pretty little skull…...unless you come and stop me"
I sum up all my strength to cry out "No! It's a trap! It's a trap"
I'm silenced by the butt of the gun hitting me in the head.
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(Bobby's POV)
12 days
She's be gone for twelve days. Not gone, kidnapped, tortured by someone we used to consider a friend.
I can barely eat; I wake up screaming. My mind replaying the footage from the videos he keeps sending in my dreams. I'm constantly terrified that the next video will be the last.
And I can't stop thinking about the kiss we shared just before she was taken, did I love her? Was it just because I found out we were married? I couldn't deal with my feelings right now, I needed to focus on getting her back.
The professor said that they must have a psychic at wherever they were staying because he couldn't reach her through Cerebro so trying to pinpoint their location was difficult.
Robert please come to my office right away The professor was talking to me in my head, another video must have come. I dragged myself to his office and tried to mentally prepare myself for what's to come.
As I went inside I noticed that Jean and Logan were with him this time "Robert, we wanted to wait until you arrived" The professor says.
I go over by the tv, he turns it on and once again the room she's being held in appears on the screen. She looks so weak, covered in blood and bruises and sweat. She looks far too skinny as well.
I watch as he sneers as the camera, taunting us on not being able to find her, basically saying that we weren't even trying. I wanted to scream to her that that wasn't true, that I wouldn't give up on her like that but I keep myself quiet. It wouldn't help the situation.
He drags her up by hair again and I notice how tired she looks, how she barely keeps her head up.
She's dyinga voice in the back of my head whispers and I shake it away.
I watch as he brings out a knife and tense up, I feel like all the air is being squeezed out of my lungs and I'm overwhelmed by terror. He says that he's not going to kill her, only mark her. As if he's being merciful and I hear him mention her nightmares. She told me about the prison camps from the other timeline, the horrible M that was branded onto the mutants.
Her face changes into one of sheer terror, I want to run and save her from this fate but I'm forced to watch instead as he says that he won't mark her face and mentions me, taunting her.
He brings the knife down onto her forearm and for the first time I in 12 days I hear her scream, loud terrified shrieks that bring me to my knees and make me want to break down sobbing. I want to look away, to block my ears and the sound of her screaming but I can't. I'm frozen in fear and my own pain.
She screams until her throat gives out and then she just sobs, when he pulls away I see his handiwork and make a note in my head to make Pyro suffer as much as possible when I get my hands on him. She's white as a sheet and shaking, sweat covering her body.
I watch as he brings out a gun, saying that the next video will be the last one and that we had until tomorrow. She cries out, warning us that it's a trap but she is quickly silenced by the butt of the gun crashing down on the back of her head. She's knocked out, slumped forward in her chair and Pyro turns to the camera
"Your move"
The screen turns black and I finally break down in tears. I feel someone putting their hand on my shoulder, hear Jean's comforting words but I can't stop crying.
"She's going to die" I sob
"No Bobby she won't it'll be okay. We're going to get her out" I look up and she's looking at the others "We're getting her out" she says not giving them the chance to argue.
We're coming Kitty. Hold on
