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~4 Years Eariler~
Keka stumbled to the front gate of the mansion; a new but not surprising addition in her two year absence. She gripped the gate, in so much pain she could barely force herself to breath, let alone concentrate to heal, groping for the telecom.
"Who's there?" A indistinguishable male voice crackled into the night.
"Help me." Keka sputtered, losing her footing and collapsing to the ground, clutching her stomach.
Logan tried to place the voice, the face of the girl dancing just beyond his range.
"What is it?" Hank stepped into the foyer. "I heard the signal in the lab."
"A girl. I know the voice, but I can't place it. She's asking for help."
Hank contemplated his words. "Step outside with me Logan."
"Hank, you don't know what-"
"I won't refuse help. Besides-you're the only one who can get through the gate without a code, and there isn't another on the planet privy to claws like yours."
Logan reluctantly followed the doctor into the darkness, sniffing around.
"Hank, wait." He paused. "That's...Creed. Unmistakable."
"Logan, did you say it was a girl?"
"Sabretooth doesn't have a problem with forcing an innocent bystander into a lot of pain for entrance to a restricted area."
"Do you remember, two years back, when Victor came to us for assistance with a youth, his daughter, that carried his scent, exactly?"
"Yes."
"Don't jump to conclusions, Logan." Hank continued on to the gate.
"Alright Fuzzy, yer right-But never exclude-"
"Mmhmm. I know Logan. And I'll thank you not to call me 'fuzzy'."
"Sure thing, furball."
Hank rolled his eyes,
"Do you really think that's who it is?" Logan asked, still skeptical. "Do you think it's-"
"Keka!" Hank punched in the code hurriedly, ducking underneath the rising gate. Keka stirred slightly at the sounds, moaning.
"Oh my stars and garters." Hank lifted her hand, revealing a bleeding wound in her stomach. "Oh, my..." he wasted no time in gathering her into his arms, rushing her inside as Logan set about closing the gate.
~~~
Memories flooded Keka's mind, the mingling of two labs; one lab friendly and light, smelling of gauze and Rainwater, the second it's cold and steely opposite, smelling of chloroform and acid, and forever of blood. Screams echoed and cut through soft solace and a gentle, soothing voice with comforting words. She whimpered in her semi aware state.
She was suddenly overpowered by the pleasant smell of Rainwater.
Hank stood nearby, watching her vitals. Her monitors showed the massive activity amounts of someone who'd just been startled awake, rather then an unconscious girl. Her wounds had closed up almost instantly once she'd nodded out for sure, healing rapidly, the soft fuzz recovering the nonexistent scar. Hank was amazed by her.
Keka could almost see his face, she was that close to the surface and yet still trapped in the horrific visions that flashed in her head. The smell was so strong that it made her want to cry; after so long alone she was desperate for a familiar face.
Hank stepped closer to the bed as Keka whimpered, trembling visibly.
"Please...." She twisted suddenly in the bed.
"Keka?" Hank was unsure about waking her- about what it could do to her.
"Henry...."
"Keka? Keka-"
She jerked upright in her bed, screaming in the extraordinarily Feline yowls. She struggled in her bed, frantically searching the room as he moved closer, cautiously grasping her wrists.
"Hank." She connected with his eyes, pushing away from him slightly, panting like a wounded animal.
"I'm right here. No need to panic, Me lovely."
"Hank!" She leapt into his arms, burying her face in his neck and clinging to him. "It was too much...I was so lost."
"It's okay, Keka, you're safe now." Hank enfolded her shaking body, holding her close.
~4 Years Eariler~
Keka stumbled to the front gate of the mansion; a new but not surprising addition in her two year absence. She gripped the gate, in so much pain she could barely force herself to breath, let alone concentrate to heal, groping for the telecom.
"Who's there?" A indistinguishable male voice crackled into the night.
"Help me." Keka sputtered, losing her footing and collapsing to the ground, clutching her stomach.
Logan tried to place the voice, the face of the girl dancing just beyond his range.
"What is it?" Hank stepped into the foyer. "I heard the signal in the lab."
"A girl. I know the voice, but I can't place it. She's asking for help."
Hank contemplated his words. "Step outside with me Logan."
"Hank, you don't know what-"
"I won't refuse help. Besides-you're the only one who can get through the gate without a code, and there isn't another on the planet privy to claws like yours."
Logan reluctantly followed the doctor into the darkness, sniffing around.
"Hank, wait." He paused. "That's...Creed. Unmistakable."
"Logan, did you say it was a girl?"
"Sabretooth doesn't have a problem with forcing an innocent bystander into a lot of pain for entrance to a restricted area."
"Do you remember, two years back, when Victor came to us for assistance with a youth, his daughter, that carried his scent, exactly?"
"Yes."
"Don't jump to conclusions, Logan." Hank continued on to the gate.
"Alright Fuzzy, yer right-But never exclude-"
"Mmhmm. I know Logan. And I'll thank you not to call me 'fuzzy'."
"Sure thing, furball."
Hank rolled his eyes,
"Do you really think that's who it is?" Logan asked, still skeptical. "Do you think it's-"
"Keka!" Hank punched in the code hurriedly, ducking underneath the rising gate. Keka stirred slightly at the sounds, moaning.
"Oh my stars and garters." Hank lifted her hand, revealing a bleeding wound in her stomach. "Oh, my..." he wasted no time in gathering her into his arms, rushing her inside as Logan set about closing the gate.
~~~
Memories flooded Keka's mind, the mingling of two labs; one lab friendly and light, smelling of gauze and Rainwater, the second it's cold and steely opposite, smelling of chloroform and acid, and forever of blood. Screams echoed and cut through soft solace and a gentle, soothing voice with comforting words. She whimpered in her semi aware state.
She was suddenly overpowered by the pleasant smell of Rainwater.
Hank stood nearby, watching her vitals. Her monitors showed the massive activity amounts of someone who'd just been startled awake, rather then an unconscious girl. Her wounds had closed up almost instantly once she'd nodded out for sure, healing rapidly, the soft fuzz recovering the nonexistent scar. Hank was amazed by her.
Keka could almost see his face, she was that close to the surface and yet still trapped in the horrific visions that flashed in her head. The smell was so strong that it made her want to cry; after so long alone she was desperate for a familiar face.
Hank stepped closer to the bed as Keka whimpered, trembling visibly.
"Please...." She twisted suddenly in the bed.
"Keka?" Hank was unsure about waking her- about what it could do to her.
"Henry...."
"Keka? Keka-"
She jerked upright in her bed, screaming in the extraordinarily Feline yowls. She struggled in her bed, frantically searching the room as he moved closer, cautiously grasping her wrists.
"Hank." She connected with his eyes, pushing away from him slightly, panting like a wounded animal.
"I'm right here. No need to panic, Me lovely."
"Hank!" She leapt into his arms, burying her face in his neck and clinging to him. "It was too much...I was so lost."
"It's okay, Keka, you're safe now." Hank enfolded her shaking body, holding her close.