Thanks to those of you who review! You're what keeps this story running.
Those of you who have weak stomachs, don't read this first part. I was in a really morbid mood when I wrote it.
Jean stepped into the foul-aired dimly lit room, the last of the roaches and rats scurrying away from the light. It was a laboratory actually, an old abandoned laboratory. Evan, Kurt, and Logan came in after her, all shocked and disgusted at what they saw. There were tables with metal restraining devices attached, one had a skeleton strapped in, pieces of ragged cloth hanging from its bones. There were shiny surgical instruments on tables, some shining sharp others rusty with blood. There were computers, and other unrecognizable machines that did who knows what. Along one wall was row of big jars with unspeakably horrible things floating in them. On one side of the lab, shrouded in shadow, was a row of metal holding cages. Through the bars could be seen glimpses of white bones or decomposing flesh: the remains of the poor souls who were held here. The whole place smelled of putrid rot, death, and decay. There was a small door on the other side of the scientific torture chamber.
Logan set his jaw and walked towards the door, determined not to let the repulsive scenery stop him from his mission. Kurt walked beside him, trying not to look at the upsetting sights, but he couldn't help it; he looked over at one of the jars. Staring back at him were the dead eyes of a three-year-old girl. Her haunted face was framed by her white hair floating ghostly in the liquid, and the white wings sprouting from her back made her look like an angel. A dead angel. Kurt couldn't take it anymore, he bent over and emptied the contents of his stomach.
Evan was walking near the row of cages, fighting curiosity to look into them, even though darkness hid most of their contents. Something crunched and snapped beneath his foot, reluctantly he looked down. He had stepped on a skeleton hand, clawing through the bars. He jumped aside, fighting the urge to do exactly what Kurt had done. In the corner of one of the cages, Evan thought he saw something white move. Overcome with horrified interest, he peered into the darkness of the cage. Yes! He definitely saw it this time, something in there moved! He gulped and was about to call to Jean when a cackling maniacal laughter suddenly split the silence, ringing off the walls of the lab. Evan nearly wet himself, Logan jumped 3 feet into the air and popped his claws, Kurt jumped onto Jean's head, and Jean screamed.
Evan got a hold on himself and popped some spikes out of his arms, facing the bobbing white thing in the cell, from which the demonic laughter was coming from. Logan was rushing over. Spyke forced his voice not to shake as he said, "Who's there?"
"Hahahahahahahahahe asks who's here? Who's here not me, or we? Where is here here could be anywhere and anywhere is everywhere and I am here so am I everywhere? Oooooohhhhh" came the reply
"He's insane." Logan said.
"Hehehehehehehe gumtree la da doodle de! Hehee tree? Green and swishy backed by blue, blue like the sea which is swishy too! Birds swim fish sing and bluebells ring! I remember all so clearly, clear as crystal stones! Thedaysinthesunwhenpeoplelaughedandrabbitsrun! HahahahahahahahaAAAAAAAAIIEEEE!!!!!" The man's laugh turned into a bloodcurdling scream.
Evan said, "Stark raving mad!"
Jean dug into some pocket somewhere and produced a flashlight, shining it into the cage. His hair was white and whispy, his eyes were hollow and sunken, his skin was pale and tight, and his form was skeletal and emaciated. He was shackled to the wall, and one of his hands was twisted and deformed, either from experimentation or trying to get out of the shackles. He hung his head over his chest but when he looked up they all gasped. Even though his face was starved and angst-ridden, and his eyes had an insane glint, they still could recognize him.
"Pietro!" Jean gasped. Logan ripped through the bars, his claws screeching against the metal, this caused Pietro to shriek again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAA THE WIRE! The wire is there and the nets are coming and the walls are bleeding! No, NO!" He started thrashing around violently, Evan and Jean rushed into the cage, and Pietro shrunk away.
"NO! Stay away! Nomore No More! Please stop STAY AWAY NO MORE! Oooooohhhhhhh……"
Jean stepped forward, using as soothing as a voice she could manage, "Pietro calm down, don't you remember us? We're not going to hurt you, we want to help" Pietro pointed a bony shaking finger at them,
"Hahahahaha! That's a funny joke! But I heard it before yes, I have. thatswhattheyallsaid! Yes they, they're still here you know yes yes still here just waiting you better watch out they'll get you too!"
"You two deal with this, Kurt and I'll find the disk." Logan interrupted, he and Kurt went into the back room.
"Hehehehe look there's Logie Loogie Loogin Logan! I must be dreaming, I wish I would have a nice dream."
Evan gave it a try, "Hey Pietro remember me?" Pietro stared at him blankly. Evan continued, "Remember? Bone head? Loserboy? The X geek, remember?
"Keep talking Evan." Jean instructed, putting her fingers to her temple, concentrating. She went into Pietro's mind, and the swirl of tormented images, jumbled emotions, and scrambled thoughts was enough to make her take a step backwards. It took all her teleptic skill to sort some of Pietro's thoughts back into place, to sort out delerium from truth. With the help of Evan's talk and Jean's telepathic abilities, Pietro snapped back into reality. He blinked twice and his eyes came into focus. He looked unbelieving at Evan and Jean for a second then whispered, "Evan? Jean? Is it really you?"
Evan smiled as Jean telekinetically snapped Pietro's bonds, "Yup speedy, looks like you need me to get you out of trouble again."
Logan and Kurt walked up, Kurt holding the black disk case.
"Is he sane?" Logan asked.
"For now." Jean answered. Pietro attempted to stand up but utterly failed, so Evan picked him up.
"Watch it spike brain, you're messing up my hair." Pietro said weakly, managing a thin smile.
"Yup he's back to normal, lets go."
Those of you who have weak stomachs, don't read this first part. I was in a really morbid mood when I wrote it.
Jean stepped into the foul-aired dimly lit room, the last of the roaches and rats scurrying away from the light. It was a laboratory actually, an old abandoned laboratory. Evan, Kurt, and Logan came in after her, all shocked and disgusted at what they saw. There were tables with metal restraining devices attached, one had a skeleton strapped in, pieces of ragged cloth hanging from its bones. There were shiny surgical instruments on tables, some shining sharp others rusty with blood. There were computers, and other unrecognizable machines that did who knows what. Along one wall was row of big jars with unspeakably horrible things floating in them. On one side of the lab, shrouded in shadow, was a row of metal holding cages. Through the bars could be seen glimpses of white bones or decomposing flesh: the remains of the poor souls who were held here. The whole place smelled of putrid rot, death, and decay. There was a small door on the other side of the scientific torture chamber.
Logan set his jaw and walked towards the door, determined not to let the repulsive scenery stop him from his mission. Kurt walked beside him, trying not to look at the upsetting sights, but he couldn't help it; he looked over at one of the jars. Staring back at him were the dead eyes of a three-year-old girl. Her haunted face was framed by her white hair floating ghostly in the liquid, and the white wings sprouting from her back made her look like an angel. A dead angel. Kurt couldn't take it anymore, he bent over and emptied the contents of his stomach.
Evan was walking near the row of cages, fighting curiosity to look into them, even though darkness hid most of their contents. Something crunched and snapped beneath his foot, reluctantly he looked down. He had stepped on a skeleton hand, clawing through the bars. He jumped aside, fighting the urge to do exactly what Kurt had done. In the corner of one of the cages, Evan thought he saw something white move. Overcome with horrified interest, he peered into the darkness of the cage. Yes! He definitely saw it this time, something in there moved! He gulped and was about to call to Jean when a cackling maniacal laughter suddenly split the silence, ringing off the walls of the lab. Evan nearly wet himself, Logan jumped 3 feet into the air and popped his claws, Kurt jumped onto Jean's head, and Jean screamed.
Evan got a hold on himself and popped some spikes out of his arms, facing the bobbing white thing in the cell, from which the demonic laughter was coming from. Logan was rushing over. Spyke forced his voice not to shake as he said, "Who's there?"
"Hahahahahahahahahe asks who's here? Who's here not me, or we? Where is here here could be anywhere and anywhere is everywhere and I am here so am I everywhere? Oooooohhhhh" came the reply
"He's insane." Logan said.
"Hehehehehehehe gumtree la da doodle de! Hehee tree? Green and swishy backed by blue, blue like the sea which is swishy too! Birds swim fish sing and bluebells ring! I remember all so clearly, clear as crystal stones! Thedaysinthesunwhenpeoplelaughedandrabbitsrun! HahahahahahahahaAAAAAAAAIIEEEE!!!!!" The man's laugh turned into a bloodcurdling scream.
Evan said, "Stark raving mad!"
Jean dug into some pocket somewhere and produced a flashlight, shining it into the cage. His hair was white and whispy, his eyes were hollow and sunken, his skin was pale and tight, and his form was skeletal and emaciated. He was shackled to the wall, and one of his hands was twisted and deformed, either from experimentation or trying to get out of the shackles. He hung his head over his chest but when he looked up they all gasped. Even though his face was starved and angst-ridden, and his eyes had an insane glint, they still could recognize him.
"Pietro!" Jean gasped. Logan ripped through the bars, his claws screeching against the metal, this caused Pietro to shriek again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAA THE WIRE! The wire is there and the nets are coming and the walls are bleeding! No, NO!" He started thrashing around violently, Evan and Jean rushed into the cage, and Pietro shrunk away.
"NO! Stay away! Nomore No More! Please stop STAY AWAY NO MORE! Oooooohhhhhhh……"
Jean stepped forward, using as soothing as a voice she could manage, "Pietro calm down, don't you remember us? We're not going to hurt you, we want to help" Pietro pointed a bony shaking finger at them,
"Hahahahaha! That's a funny joke! But I heard it before yes, I have. thatswhattheyallsaid! Yes they, they're still here you know yes yes still here just waiting you better watch out they'll get you too!"
"You two deal with this, Kurt and I'll find the disk." Logan interrupted, he and Kurt went into the back room.
"Hehehehe look there's Logie Loogie Loogin Logan! I must be dreaming, I wish I would have a nice dream."
Evan gave it a try, "Hey Pietro remember me?" Pietro stared at him blankly. Evan continued, "Remember? Bone head? Loserboy? The X geek, remember?
"Keep talking Evan." Jean instructed, putting her fingers to her temple, concentrating. She went into Pietro's mind, and the swirl of tormented images, jumbled emotions, and scrambled thoughts was enough to make her take a step backwards. It took all her teleptic skill to sort some of Pietro's thoughts back into place, to sort out delerium from truth. With the help of Evan's talk and Jean's telepathic abilities, Pietro snapped back into reality. He blinked twice and his eyes came into focus. He looked unbelieving at Evan and Jean for a second then whispered, "Evan? Jean? Is it really you?"
Evan smiled as Jean telekinetically snapped Pietro's bonds, "Yup speedy, looks like you need me to get you out of trouble again."
Logan and Kurt walked up, Kurt holding the black disk case.
"Is he sane?" Logan asked.
"For now." Jean answered. Pietro attempted to stand up but utterly failed, so Evan picked him up.
"Watch it spike brain, you're messing up my hair." Pietro said weakly, managing a thin smile.
"Yup he's back to normal, lets go."