Her screams echoed in her own mind, but Rogue could not feel the pain. She had passed out hours ago and was now sat within the boundaries of her own mind, the psyches still locked behind what appeared to be an opaque white wall, her powers still useless.
She didn't know what he was doing, but she could hear her bodies involuntary screams, the last thing she had remembered was him cutting into her left shoulder without any anaesthetic, he didn't say what he was planning on doing, just that it would be an improvement. She shuddered at the thought of what he might consider an improvement.
She jumped as the sound of a large crack echoed over the distant screams. Looking around she realised it could only have come from the wall. Sure enough a large fissure had opened up, not wide enough to let anything through, but clear to the naked eye. She moved towards it as another crack appeared shooting off from the original. The wall was breaking, something was happening in the outside world that was breaking down the effects of Sinister's nanobots. She touched the cracks, they were about a finger wide at the moment, she pushed against the wall, the cracks lengthened, she grinned.
With all her strength she began to push and beat the wall, causing more and more cracks to appear. As she did so, large cracks appeared further along as well. Soon she could reach into a crack and begin to pull at it, she could see the psyches on the other side do the same, Carol at the forefront.
And then it came down, with the loudest crash Rogue had ever heard the wall shattered and crumbled to dust. Immediately the army of psyches lined up behind Carol who faced Rogue. "I think you should wake up and get the hell out of there." Was all she said as she held out a hand to renew their current truce, Rogue shook the offered hand and nodded, with a blink of an eye she was in the real world lying on the medical slab, looking up at a bright strip light.
She sat up quickly and snapped her hands free of the restraints; her powers were back – all of them. She jumped up and floated above the table and looked around, the lab was trashed. When she had been wheeled in it was pristine, now not only was there a large pool of her blood lying on the floor, but it appeared that an explosion had destroyed most of the equipment that surrounded her, Sinister and his cronies were no where to be seen.
She landed softly and looked at the amount of blood and then down at her body, her outfit – a short hospital gown was ripped and stained all over, but she was unharmed. Once her powers had returned all wounds had healed up. All the equipment was destroyed and Essex was gone, she had no idea what had happened to her, what had been done. She sat on the lab bench, all sense of urgency suddenly gone as she tried to figure out if she felt any different. Holding her hand up she jumped as a bolt of lightning flew from her finger tips – where had that come from? She tried it again, after all for a few days now other personalities had been seeping through powers in tow, but this was different. She was using Storm's powers in ways Storm didn't and she didn't have her personality popping up. She picked up a discarded scalpel and watched is it exploded, then she focused on some needles on the floor and frowned as they exploded as well – Remy couldn't do that she mused, he had to be touching something to charge it.
She didn't want to test anything further, it scared her what she appeared to have been changed too and she desperately wanted Beast and the Professor. She stepped off the bench and looked down as her own spilt blood stuck to her bare feet, a sudden irrational need to be out of the lab and the base caught her and she shot straight upwards, through the roof, through the rock until she felt cool air. Unwittingly she conjured a thunderstorm and lightning struck randomly around her as she hovered above the barren foreign landscape, rain struck her cheeks as the lightning lit up the twilight sky. She watched as the rain washed the blood of her feet and her heart beat began to slow down slightly, looking down she saw the hole she had caused begin to cave in – it must have been a supporting structure in the roof for it to collapse. She watched it with a sinking feeling, she had made too many rash decisions that had ended up in tragedy and now she had destroyed the base which may have clues as to what had been done to her.
