( Disclaimer in part one )
The sequel to this: The Dark Heart can be found at www.autumnpenguins.com
and Fanfiction.net under 'PearlyJammer'
The third instalment of this series will be written when I return from
Merry England ,: )
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Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start Rogue ran as fast as she possibly could. A mile away she finally stopped to think about all that had happened. She had left him there, to die. Logan would never have done that too her, it was wrong. It was something Erik would do, or Victor. It was wrong, she had disappointed him. It didn't matter that she was scared. It didn't matter that she had just killed a man. What mattered was Logan. He had got her through everything. He kept her alive, he saved her life, he was everything. And she had paid him back by running like a fucking coward. Pissed at herself, she set her determination to set off after him. She still had the blood claw clutched tightly in her hand. It wasn't much, but it was a chance. She could kill again if she had too, she knew that. Logan, she had to think of Logan. Surely there was somebody else at the compound. As that thought crossed her mind, she heard the distinct roar of an engine. From behind came a grey SUV, speeding madly towards the complex. She dove out of site and watched it speed by. Rogue waited for another few minutes before she was certain that there was nothing else coming. Her blood pounded in her ears and her skin felt on fire. She was thinking clearly. It was cold and calculated, she'd learned a great deal from Logan and Erik on how to deal with tough situations. Detachment, she could be detached. It was the right thing to do that she was going back there. Logan told her not too, but he would die if she stayed where she was. It was a tough call either way. One that she had to think through carefully. Erik would walk away. Logan would defy orders. It took her a split second before she put her foot down and ran back towards the complex.
100 meters away she slowed to a walk. Her body was shaking, muscles protesting at more exercise than they'd had in many, many months. But the adrenaline was stronger. It gave her fuel, it pushed her to the edge. Exactly where she needed to be. She stopped dead 20 feet from the perimeter. There was something wrong, she'd made a mistake.
It was a trap.
Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
Mystique smiled cruely. All the players were in place. Logan was strapped down to the table, her assistants were on their way, and best of all, the little girl was running right where she wanted her. The little bitch had killed Erik. She didn't love him by any stretch of the word. She didn't love anybody, but that didn't mean she wasn't flat out pissed about it. The girl would pay and it would be wonderful. Mystique watched with a purely malicious smile on her face as the girl realized she was in trouble. But it was too late for her, before she knew what was happening two men were on top of her, dragging her back into the complex.
On Mystique's orders, the girl was brought into the studio and tied into a chair. Mystique watched her face as she saw Logan being rolled into the room, 10 feet from where she was. The gurney rolled in after him made her pale. An assortment of knives, saws and other surgical equipment was on the gurney. She got no reaction out of the Wolverine. He knew what was coming. The girl's face was enough for both of them. She screwed her eyes closed, openly sobbing, whispering prayers for forgiveness. "Logan, I'm sorry. Oh God let him go." She pleaded through body wrenching sobs. "You shouldn't have come back Marie" his voice hard and clipped. Marie could only imagine the horror of what lay in front of him. He knew he was about to die, and it would be an excrutiatingly painful death. "I don't want her to see this." Logan said firmly. "I didn't want the little bitch to kill Erik. I didn't even want Vic to die, useless as he was" Mystique spoke as she glided forward. "You're little girlie is going to watch you die, and there's nothing you can do about it." the scaly mutant said coldly. "Open your eyes," she told Rogue. "No." Rogue remained defiant. "Open them, or I will see to it that he takes hours to die." Mystique said impatiently. Rogue's eyes immediately opened. "This is why you never become attached to anybody. It leaves you weak, and vulnerable. Nobody else looks after you. It's your job." She said softly as she pulled on a double pair of surgical gloves. She forced Rogue's eyelids up and taped them open. She repeated the process with the lower lids until it was impossible to close her eyes. "You'll remember this forever." Mystique said cruely before nodding to the men to begin.
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
The screams that resonated in the room that day were all things. Pain, fear, horror, hatred, terror, and the unimaginable. Mystique had trained two video cameras onto the two earlier. One was above Logan, to give her an exact picture of what was happening. Every cut, every incision, every puncture was recorded for her viewing pleasure. The second camera was trained on Rogue, and in a way this was in Mystique's opinion even better. She watched the emotions play across the girl's face. Hate chasing terror, fear replaced by anguish. Tears spilled from her open eyes and her horse screams filled the error until she tore her voice into silence. Logan's death was long and drawn out. The pain of the knife, the saw, and every other tool used on him was magnified by the fact that Marie was witnessing this. He was in the most intesnt pain a human being can experience, and a 17 year old girl was forced to watch all of it. He was helpless, and unable to keep his mind straight for the burning of his muscles, tendons, and flesh. The healing factor was over taxed. There was no way it could cope with the torture being inflicted upon him. Wounds weren't healing, blood was spilling from his body, and there seemed to be no end. A knife jabbed at him until it's jagged cutting had no effect, muscles and bones were sewn through, and he could see a sea of red dribbling everywhere. Marie's pleas for them to stop filled his ears until the only thing he heard was the rise and fall of her shrill notes. As it grew more distant, the pain lessened. He felt it ending, his body was giving up. There was too much damage, too little blood, and he felt increasingly drowsy. His head rolled to the right, and he took in her face. Eyes open in terror, blotches from tears, and terror etched into every line. He wanted to speak, tell her it was going to be okay, but he couldn't. It was getting easier to just drift away from her face. It faded to a dull blur until there was nothing. Marie saw the light drain out of his eyes. He was gone. The pain was finally over for him. The sadists threw down their instruments. She saw one take out what looked like a hand held voice recorder, and give dictation. One began collecting the instruments, and the third walked over towards her. She sat there, not knowing what to do. Her claw was gone, she had no defence, nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and now nobody to turn too. It was her, versus him. She would be next. They were going to take the tools away and clean them, and use them on her. Instead, he just cut her loose, and ripped off the tape. Logan's blood was on his hands, and now it was on her face. Logan's blood. He was dead. They had killer him. Logan's blood was on their hands, but they never saw it coming.
She saw red.
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
-Fin-
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start Rogue ran as fast as she possibly could. A mile away she finally stopped to think about all that had happened. She had left him there, to die. Logan would never have done that too her, it was wrong. It was something Erik would do, or Victor. It was wrong, she had disappointed him. It didn't matter that she was scared. It didn't matter that she had just killed a man. What mattered was Logan. He had got her through everything. He kept her alive, he saved her life, he was everything. And she had paid him back by running like a fucking coward. Pissed at herself, she set her determination to set off after him. She still had the blood claw clutched tightly in her hand. It wasn't much, but it was a chance. She could kill again if she had too, she knew that. Logan, she had to think of Logan. Surely there was somebody else at the compound. As that thought crossed her mind, she heard the distinct roar of an engine. From behind came a grey SUV, speeding madly towards the complex. She dove out of site and watched it speed by. Rogue waited for another few minutes before she was certain that there was nothing else coming. Her blood pounded in her ears and her skin felt on fire. She was thinking clearly. It was cold and calculated, she'd learned a great deal from Logan and Erik on how to deal with tough situations. Detachment, she could be detached. It was the right thing to do that she was going back there. Logan told her not too, but he would die if she stayed where she was. It was a tough call either way. One that she had to think through carefully. Erik would walk away. Logan would defy orders. It took her a split second before she put her foot down and ran back towards the complex.
100 meters away she slowed to a walk. Her body was shaking, muscles protesting at more exercise than they'd had in many, many months. But the adrenaline was stronger. It gave her fuel, it pushed her to the edge. Exactly where she needed to be. She stopped dead 20 feet from the perimeter. There was something wrong, she'd made a mistake.
It was a trap.
Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
Mystique smiled cruely. All the players were in place. Logan was strapped down to the table, her assistants were on their way, and best of all, the little girl was running right where she wanted her. The little bitch had killed Erik. She didn't love him by any stretch of the word. She didn't love anybody, but that didn't mean she wasn't flat out pissed about it. The girl would pay and it would be wonderful. Mystique watched with a purely malicious smile on her face as the girl realized she was in trouble. But it was too late for her, before she knew what was happening two men were on top of her, dragging her back into the complex.
On Mystique's orders, the girl was brought into the studio and tied into a chair. Mystique watched her face as she saw Logan being rolled into the room, 10 feet from where she was. The gurney rolled in after him made her pale. An assortment of knives, saws and other surgical equipment was on the gurney. She got no reaction out of the Wolverine. He knew what was coming. The girl's face was enough for both of them. She screwed her eyes closed, openly sobbing, whispering prayers for forgiveness. "Logan, I'm sorry. Oh God let him go." She pleaded through body wrenching sobs. "You shouldn't have come back Marie" his voice hard and clipped. Marie could only imagine the horror of what lay in front of him. He knew he was about to die, and it would be an excrutiatingly painful death. "I don't want her to see this." Logan said firmly. "I didn't want the little bitch to kill Erik. I didn't even want Vic to die, useless as he was" Mystique spoke as she glided forward. "You're little girlie is going to watch you die, and there's nothing you can do about it." the scaly mutant said coldly. "Open your eyes," she told Rogue. "No." Rogue remained defiant. "Open them, or I will see to it that he takes hours to die." Mystique said impatiently. Rogue's eyes immediately opened. "This is why you never become attached to anybody. It leaves you weak, and vulnerable. Nobody else looks after you. It's your job." She said softly as she pulled on a double pair of surgical gloves. She forced Rogue's eyelids up and taped them open. She repeated the process with the lower lids until it was impossible to close her eyes. "You'll remember this forever." Mystique said cruely before nodding to the men to begin.
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
The screams that resonated in the room that day were all things. Pain, fear, horror, hatred, terror, and the unimaginable. Mystique had trained two video cameras onto the two earlier. One was above Logan, to give her an exact picture of what was happening. Every cut, every incision, every puncture was recorded for her viewing pleasure. The second camera was trained on Rogue, and in a way this was in Mystique's opinion even better. She watched the emotions play across the girl's face. Hate chasing terror, fear replaced by anguish. Tears spilled from her open eyes and her horse screams filled the error until she tore her voice into silence. Logan's death was long and drawn out. The pain of the knife, the saw, and every other tool used on him was magnified by the fact that Marie was witnessing this. He was in the most intesnt pain a human being can experience, and a 17 year old girl was forced to watch all of it. He was helpless, and unable to keep his mind straight for the burning of his muscles, tendons, and flesh. The healing factor was over taxed. There was no way it could cope with the torture being inflicted upon him. Wounds weren't healing, blood was spilling from his body, and there seemed to be no end. A knife jabbed at him until it's jagged cutting had no effect, muscles and bones were sewn through, and he could see a sea of red dribbling everywhere. Marie's pleas for them to stop filled his ears until the only thing he heard was the rise and fall of her shrill notes. As it grew more distant, the pain lessened. He felt it ending, his body was giving up. There was too much damage, too little blood, and he felt increasingly drowsy. His head rolled to the right, and he took in her face. Eyes open in terror, blotches from tears, and terror etched into every line. He wanted to speak, tell her it was going to be okay, but he couldn't. It was getting easier to just drift away from her face. It faded to a dull blur until there was nothing. Marie saw the light drain out of his eyes. He was gone. The pain was finally over for him. The sadists threw down their instruments. She saw one take out what looked like a hand held voice recorder, and give dictation. One began collecting the instruments, and the third walked over towards her. She sat there, not knowing what to do. Her claw was gone, she had no defence, nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and now nobody to turn too. It was her, versus him. She would be next. They were going to take the tools away and clean them, and use them on her. Instead, he just cut her loose, and ripped off the tape. Logan's blood was on his hands, and now it was on her face. Logan's blood. He was dead. They had killer him. Logan's blood was on their hands, but they never saw it coming.
She saw red.
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
-Fin-