A/N: To La Machina yeah you were right about the whole number thing, but what cha going do? Hope every one can look the other way for that one. Okay to clarify story starts after the second movie and I am planning on taking it into the third so spoilers are going to be ahead.

Chapter Fourteen

Shade was sitting in a cold metal chair her hands and ankles bound to it. Her eyes were closed because of the florescent lights hanging on the roof; they were everywhere, but no where worse than in her room. They were on every wall, every corner and on every seam on the wall. There were no windows just lights it seemed. Her skin was burnt from exposure on her legs and arms. They had hacked off all her hair so that it was in a chin length bob and she couldn't use it to find darkness.

"What is your real name?"

"Shade,"

"Who is your father?"

"Dunno,"

"Answer the question's." The man yelled at her.

"Screw you," She spat at his feet. He back handed her and then nodded to the nurse.

Shade looked at the nurse who was preparing a needle. "No…stop it!" Shade screamed struggling against the restraints. The nurse pricked her skin she could see the doctor smiling in the corner.

"Take her back to her room, maybe she will feel chattier in a few hours." Shade's body went limp, two men in scrubs came up and grabbed her arms un-strapping her from the chair. Shade was semi conscious as they dragged her through the facility and dumped her in the cell. The door closed and for a few seconds Shade was immerged in complete darkness until the lights were flicked on.

As the feeling came back into her body and her voice started to work again she started to scream. She wrapped her arms around her head and started to cry as well drawing her legs up to her chest. This was certainly hell.

Shade had been there for a week and days at a time were gone from her memory and replaced with nothing. They used the serum that Striker had used to control mutants but there was something else in it as well. There were multiple injection marks up and down her right forearm.

Shade shimmied herself until she was in a corner. Curled in the fetal position she started rocking. Magneto would come for her. He had too…he would come.

"Save me," She whispered to the room.