Rebekah
I may be angry at Isaac. I may hate what he has done. I may want to kick him, very hard, between the legs (can you see where Logan's training has come in?) but I don't want him to die. I can't abandon him. Which is why I charge and shift, taking bestial form, ignoring the screams of the soldiers. My claws extend and then I leap onto the back of a man.
"Where. Are. You. Taking. Him!"
He starts to say something that sounds like 'mutie…' but my hand suddenly tightens round his throat and claws graze his throat.
"You know, a leopard can crush a man's skull with a single bite? A lion can rip out an antelope's throat with one well-timed leap. And I will extend my two-inch long keratin claws that will tear through your windpipe and jugular unless you tell me, Where. You. Took. Him."
I wouldn't actually. I'm not certain I could actually do as I threaten but that's lesson 18 of Logan's X-Man's 101 Ways to Get What You Want course. Talk tough. Act like they expect you to act. Threaten, coerce or submit as they think you should.
"I swear to God I don't know!"
I gently extend my claws a tiny amount, enough so he just feels them dig in.
"THE MRD FACILITY IN IOWA! THEY'LL HAVE TAKEN HIM THERE FOR TESTS!"
"Thank you."
I retract my claws and he lies there, shuddering on the ground.
"Now, I'm going to knock you out so it doesn't look like you're a cowardly, snivelling cry-baby."
I do it with as much care as I can before leaping up into the trees and skittering along branches. Rogue is below me, hemmed in by soldiers. I smile I shift to leopard, shaking the clothes off. And drop down, snarling. In the split second that they're confused and afraid, unable to move, I take out four with swift blows to the heads and Rogue takes out another three. That leaves four more. My teeth bare and I can see they're worried. I guess they have orders to take mutants alive, but they aren't exactly sure if I'm a mutant or not. Brilliant. I snarl, glaring at them. Then leap at Rogue, pressing my paws on the back of her neck. She screams and struggles and I can see she's thinking something's wrong. She probably thinks I've lost myself again.
"It's real! Kill it!"
And that was what I was waiting for. Rogue gasps as her body changes, fur grows on her and her nails strengthen and lengthen. And I leap away, changing as I do so, so my bestial self slams right into the leader.
"Wrong!"
He tries to stab me with something but a swift pinch to a pressure point paralyses him. I turn in time to see Rogue hit two heads together and leap at the last second onto the final MRD agent, who was about to shoot her. Rogue turns to me. Her face fur is brown and her ears are white.
"Ta sugah."
"I need to get to Iowa."
"Why?"
"That's where they took Isaac…"
Isaac
I opened my eyes slowly. A man dressed in a white lab coat was standing over me. I swung my legs from under me and booted him in the face. He cried out and the guards rushed in. A couple of painful minutes later I was tied onto a table.
"My name is Doctor Foram," he said. "From what I've heard, you've got an amazing healing factor, stronger than anything we've ever seen."
"I don't care! Let me go," I said.
"I've managed to isolate the hormones that make your healing factor run," Dr Foram continued completely ignoring me. "I've given you an injection so you have your healing factor but not any of your other abilities. Hopefully, we'll be able to replicate your healing factor and use it to make an army of super soldiers."
"No! I won't let you."
"You don't have a choice. Now heal!" He said pulling out a wicked looking blade and plunging it into my leg. I roared in pain. The man pulled out the knife and studied the way the wound healed.
I thrashed about trying to break the restraints. Super strength be damned! I was going to snap these bonds with or without it. The man tightened the ropes and wrapped a material bag around my face. I opened my mouth to protest but he tipped a bucket of water over my head. I gagged for air. I'd heard of this form of torture. It was called Water Boarding. To simulate drowning.
It was a horrifying experience. I could feel the tears falling down my face mingle with the water. I begged for the man to stop but he poured another bucket over my head. After another couple of buckets, the bag was whipped of my head and the man studied my reaction. I spat in his face angrily. After various test and painful procedures I was left by myself. I looked around at my cell. It was completely empty and windowless.
I bent over and was sick. The poison they had forced me to take was finally coming out of my system. I crawled to the wall and propped myself up against it. I must have passed out because I was suddenly opening my eyes. A man was in the room. I watched him through slitted eye lids. The man looked over at me and pulled out a syringe. Without my powers, there wasn't much I could do against a full grown man.
Fortunately, I had the element of surprise. I waited until the man was directly over me, then I kicked him hard in the gut. He doubled over spraying my face with spittle. I gritted my teeth and rammed my palm as hard as I could up into his chin. He gave a muffled 'oof' and toppled forward.
I pushed him off me and he rolled to the side with a groan. If the guy was coming to give me a shot that must mean the injection was going to wear off soon. I grabbed the syringe and tip-toed gingerly out the door. I heard voices off to the right so I turned left and ran blindly down the hallway.
