Hey everybody! Welcome to the latest chapter of Lost Girl. I don't really have anything to say this time around except that I had a lot of trouble naming this one. Also I have rediscovered my love of Star Trek: The Next Generation and The Big Lebowski. Nickelodeon owns Legend of Korra and Marvel owns all its characters. So enjoy.

Chapter 10: The Nightmare Factory.

Screaming…

That was the first thing her senses registered when she regained consciousness.

The horrible, earsplitting, gut-wrenching, screaming.

The second thing she noticed was that she was somehow standing up.

Which was weird because she couldn't remember ever having a problem with sleepwalking before.

Lastly she suddenly realized where she was standing, and it looked like a scene from a horror movie.

She was standing in a dark room. It looked like some kind of laboratory. The only source of light was a hanging lamp on the far side of the room. Directly beneath the lamp was an operating table surrounded by doctors. They were operating on something that appeared to be the source of the screaming.

She walked toward the table to get a better look. She got as close as she could before the doctors got in her way. Strangely enough the doctors paid her no mind. They just continued their work. She looked over one of the doctors' shoulders and what she saw nearly made her vomit.

Lying on the table was a man, or at least what was left of one. Everything below the man's stomach was missing, as was left arm, and he was hooked up to god knows how man wires and tubes. He must have been in a terrible accident, his face was horribly burned. No wonder he was screaming.

Suddenly everything vanished. She was alone in a sea of black. A laugh echoed through the darkness; a cruel, twisted, childish laugh. It seemed to be coming from behind her. She turned around and found herself staring at a hooded figure. The figure's face was hidden behind a metal mask.

The figure just stared at her before it spoke. Its voice was that of a woman.

"Wake up child."

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Korra opened her eyes slowly as they adjusted to the light. 'That was weird.' She thought to herself as she recalled the dream she just had. 'Where am I?'

It was a fair question given the circumstances. The last thing she remembered was Wolverine being attacked by that crazy looking guy and then… nothing. It was like she just blacked out.

Once her eyes had adjusted she attempted to look around, but she found it difficult to move. She felt nothing restraining her. As a matter of fact she felt nothing at all. Her entire body felt numb. Unable to move her limbs she did the next best thing. She began scanning her surroundings with her eyes.

From what she could tell, she was lying on the floor of a small room; much smaller than her room at the mansion. The walls, ceiling, and floor were pure white and appeared to be made of some kind of spongy material. She looked down at body and noticed something odd.

'What happened to my uniform?'

Not that she was particularly fond of that tight, embarrassing, torture device, but still she found it weird that her clothes were somehow replaced with this new white garb. It took her a moment, but she recognized her new get up from those doctor shows she watched with Jan. She was wearing one of those gowns that patients wear when they're about to go into surgery. This realization made her worry. He mind raced with questions.

'Am I in some kind of hospital? What happened to me? Where are Hulk and Wolverine?'

However her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of an opening door accompanied by yelling.

"Damn it Wade! How could you be this stupid?" Asked one voice, sounding furious.

"Take a chill pill Jamie. See! She's fine." Said a second voice, sounding immature.

"She'd better be or the Professor will gut us both." Said the owner of the first voice, who Korra could now see was a man about Tony's age with short brown hair, wearing a long black jacket with a green and yellow shirt, jeans, brown shoes and a coin charm necklace around his neck. He bent down and picked her up before carrying her out of the room bridal style.

Outside the white room was a long metal hallway that seemed to go on forever in both directions. The man carrying her, whose name was apparently Jamie, turned to the right and began walking down the hallway quickly followed what she assumed was Wade, who was just about the strangest looking person she'd seen since her banishment. His entire body was covered in red and black cloth. He had on a weird looking belt and appeared to be armed to the teeth. With two swords on his back, a knife in his leg, two guns and god knows how many bombs on his belt; the man was a walking armory.

"Okay look, I'm sorry I forgot where I put her, but in my defense I've had a very stressful morning." Said Wade defensively.

"Stressful? You've done nothing but watch porn and The Big Lebowski since you got back to base last night."

"Hey… the Dude abides." Said Wade for no apparent reason. "Now why don't you and everybody reading this fic just think about that for a while? As for me, I'm gonna go make me a sandwich. Later Gators!" And in a puff of smoke he vanished.

'What just happened?' Korra asked herself mentally. Based on the look on Jamie's face he was thinking the same thing, but he quickly shook it off and continued down the hall.

Eventually he stopped at a door marked LAB 5 and went inside. As the sign outside indicated, they were now in some kind of laboratory. It was filled all sorts of canisters and machines that Korra couldn't identify. In the center of the room was a long, metal table with several clamps attached. Standing next to the table was a man; though you wouldn't know it by looking at him. No, he looked more like a skeleton someone had dressed like a scientist. He was pale as a corpse, bald as a monk, thin as a pencil, and had a stare that would freeze your blood.

"What kept you Madrox?" He asked in an emotionless voice, though Korra could swear she heard a hint of annoyance.

"I'm sorry Professor. Wade put her in one of the isolation rooms and then forgot one." Jamie replied trying to remain calm, but it was clear to Korra that he was terrified of this man.

"No matter. Just lay her on table and get out. I need to begin her examination."

Without another word Jamie placed Korra on the table and walked out of the room.

"Well now, looks like it's just you and me now my dear." Said the Professor as the metal clamps closed around her wrists and ankles. Korra's mind raced with all the horrible scenarios that could play out. She tried to scream but her voice wasn't working. So she did the next best thing.

'Help!'

XXX

Nightmares were nothing new to Wolverine. He'd had them almost every night for as long as he could remember, and they were always the same. He would suddenly find himself underwater; a mask attacked to his face to help him breathe. Several dark, roughly human shaped shadows would stand above him and whisper. Then the needles would come. Large, red-hot needles would bore into his skin at multiple points until they scratched the bone. Then the pain would increase as scalding hot liquid pumps into his body. The agony would grow more and more intense until he would wake up in a cold sweat. This is the dream he always had, but it was not the dream he was having now. Now he was dreaming something new.

Now he found himself in a dark forest at night. It was winter; the ground was covered with snow. He was dressed in black and taking a battle stance as if waiting for some unseen enemy. Standing next to him was a man in similar garb. He was tall and muscular with short blond hair and a childish smirk on his face. He speaks to Wolverine in a playful tone. "You ready for this partner?"

"You kidding? I was born for this kinda combat." Answered Wolverine. Suddenly dozens of armed men came charging out of the darkness, firing their weapons at the ready duo. The two smiled at each other as they launched themselves into the fray.

XXX

A sharp pain in his side stirred Wolverine from his sleep. He found himself in a trapped in a metal room; his arms bound above his head by a strange device hanging from the ceiling and his legs by a similar device on the floor. Before him stood the stranger from last night; he had stabbed him in the side with his claws. The stranger pulled his claws out of Wolverine's side and chuckled as the blood ran down his fingers.

"Rise and shine Runt. You've got a big day today." Said the stranger, his voice dripping with cruel humor.

"I… I know this place." Said Wolverine as his wounds healed.

"You should." said the stranger. "This is the Interrogation Room. You and me had a hell of a lot of fun in here back in the day."

Wolverine looked closely at the stranger. He looked so familiar. "I know you." He said as tried to place the strangers face.

"Come on Runt, try and remember." goaded the stranger.

"Victor… your name is Victor… Victor Creed." said Wolverine as fragmented memories began to flood his mind.

"That's right… keep going."

"We… we were… soldiers."

"Mercenaries, but you get the idea."

"Victor… what happened to you?"

"It's Sabertooth now, and what happened is my partner abandoned me for an easy lay."

"Listen to me; you don't have to do this. Whatever these people did to you I can help, I have friends that can help you."

Sabertooth just snorted and let out a hardy laugh. He laughed for several minutes until his sides ached and he had to stop. "What they did to me? They didn't do anything I didn't want them to. I volunteered for this… and so did you."

"What?"

"That's right. One day this weird bald guy came up to us after a job and offered to make us better than we ever were before, and well… we both jumped at the chance."

"That's a lie! I would never…"

"But you did! We both did, and all they asked in return was that we work for them from now on. It was a pretty sweet setup; enhanced powers in exchange for a few odd jobs. Life was good. That is… until she joined the team."

"She?" A woman's face flashed through his mind. "She who?"

"Doesn't matter, she's gone. She didn't have the stomach for our kinda work, and since we couldn't control her the Professor let me sharpen my claws on her." Sabertooth chuckled at the memory.

"You son of a BITCH!"

"Don't get all high and mighty with me Runt! Your hands are just as bloody as mine; even bloodier. Just cuz you got domesticated doesn't mean you're not an animal. You've done things that'd make even Magneto cringe."

Unpleasant images flashed through his mind. "What happened to me? What don't I remember anything."

"Well after that skank got your head all screwed around you were pretty much useless, so the Professor thought it would be better if you were just a blank slate, but something went wrong and… well you can probably guess the rest."

Indeed he could. For so long he had wanted to discover his past; to learn who he truly was. Now he knew; but what knew wasn't pretty.

"So… what happens now? You guys gonna try and brainwash me again?"

Sabertooth chuckled again. "Oh no… you're way too dangerous to the organization. So as soon as the Professor finishes up with that little firecracker you were with, he's gonna take a tissue sample from you for study. After that I get to rip you apart."

"You bastards can do what you want to me, but leave the kid out of this." He said sounding as threatening as he could.

"Its outta my hands, besides if she's smart she'll take the offer. If not… we can always use another Maverick."

Wolverine snarled as struggled to break free of his bonds. Sabertooth just smirked at his efforts.

"Don't bother. The Hulk couldn't break those things." Sabertooth let out a sigh. "Look, it's been great catching up and all, but it's almost lunch time and I never kill on an empty stomach. Be seeing you." With that he turned around and walked toward the door.

Wolverine continued to struggle but it didn't seem to make a difference. Sabertooth stopped just as he was about to walk through the door and looked back at the captive mutant.

"Just relax Runt. It's a good day to die."

End Notes: So ends another chapter. Sorry for the lack of action in this one folks, but I needed to move the story forward. Don't worry, next time there will be a few fights and lots more Deadpool! Until next time.