Chapter 2 of 12
"Like Quicksand"
By: RogueBHS
A/N: This story was pretty nicely recieved (considering how few reviews my comic-verse stories have), and everyone who reviewed asked me to continue. So, here's chapter 2 of Drowning. The title comes from a quote from "The Replacements." If you haven't seen it, you should. On with the story though!
"You're playing. And you think everything is going fine, then one thing goes wrong.
Then another. And another. And before you know it, you're in over your head. Like quicksand."
Keanu Reeves, quote from "The Replacements"
Rogue flinched as the lights came on, her eyes having become rather accustomed to the dark after being locked in it for nearly 3 days straight. She couldn't voice her objection though. She hadn't seen any drinkable fluids for around 14 hours, and her throat was drier than sandpaper. Looking over at Evan, she couldn't help but flinch. The bone growths his mutation caused required him to drink milk by the gallon, yet all they had seen here was, at best, a few sips of water. The growths were becoming drier and drier, causing them to chip at the slightest bump. Evan's body was covered in little scratches from the chipped off pieces, and looked past miserable..
If she could, she would have railed these monsters until they gave him milk just to shut her up. Speaking of miserable, her eyes fell upon Logan...the once feral Wolverine. But not now. The "doctors" had tested his healing ability over and over. Even from her cell over half the building away she could hear his yells as they all but killed him. She didn't dare think of what they'd do to her once they discovered her mutation. Even Fred had been put through test after test after test. The minimal amounts of food they were given weren't nearly enough for the large boy, and when he had first dared to ask for more...Rogue forced herself to forget. Ever since then, she had given him what she couldn't eat of her own. Hunger wasn't something she felt right then. The need to be free was. There was one problem bigger than the way to get out though. She couldn't...no. She wouldn't. She wouldn't leave them even if she had a chance to get out. It was completely and utterly crazy, sure. But then again...who ever accused the Rogue of being completely sane either?Somewhere outside the building where Fred, Evan, Logan and Rogue wwere being held, a pair of glowing eyes watched everything. Paying particular attention to the guards and their shifts, paths, etc., the figure grinned. This would be too easy....
Pietro ran in circles, quite literally, trying to burn of the energy his rage had built up. He paid no heed to the Russian muscle-man standing off to the side lifting 20 ton weights with ease. The Russian was by no means overly talkative, a fact that allowed Pietro too much time to dwell on what his father...no...that monster had forced him to do.
He knew Lance was probably cursing him...and Wanda too. Wait. Wanda had already cursed him. Twice. Once when they first met, and again that day. Sighing, the speedster took no notice that he had the full attention of the Russian, Colossus. Wanda. God, how she must hate him even more than ever. She had been right about their father. The fact that he had betrayed her again hurt more than anything he had ever felt. Thinking of his goth sister brought to mind another goth. This one with greenish-gray eyes, auburn hair and a rather unusual set of white bangs. Rogue. Just the thought of her being trapped by Trask was enough to set him off again. Pietro was about to set off again when a heavy hand settled on his shoulder, startling him. When he looked up, it was the dark eyes of Colossus who were looking down at him. He said nothing, just pointed to the door where the forboding figure of Magneto stood. Shruging off the Russian's heavy hand, Pietro's blue eyes met those of his father. If Magneto wasn't one of the more powerful mutants on earth, Pietro might have angered him to the point Magneto would give him a valid reason to run and find the remaining X-geeks...X-men so they could hurt his father as he had been hurt. But no. To anger Magneto was foolish. So for now, Pietro would have to wait for the right time to slip out of the choke-hold his father had on his life.From the darkness behind Magneto, a pair of beedy black eyes watched. While he may not be overly bright, Sabretooth wasn't stupid by any means. Magneto had promised him a worth-while fight with the Wolverine, but hadn't delivered. No real surprise there. Sabretooth knew that Magneto thought of no one but himself. That was why Sabretooth was there. He had the muscle and willingness to shed blood that Magneto didn't. That's not to say that Magneto wouldn't kill. He would if necessary. But he hated to do so when someone else could do it. This way, he was blameless.
Even this knowledge didn't keep Sabretooth from staying at the master of magnetism's side. He loved a good fight, and that was something Magneto's enemies could usually deliver. If nothing else...he loved to hear them scream as he tore into them. His bloodlust disgusted Pietro, but delighted one of the new boys, St. John. Teenagers. It was beyond Sabretooth's comprehension as to why all these stupid boys were needed for the fighting. Sure, Pyro's flame controlling ability could come in hand...as could Colossus's brute strength and Gambit's charm and kinetic charging, but still...the Sabretooth didn't need some kid to watch his back.Everything around her was becoming hazy no matter how hard she fought. The sedative they had given her was working over time, and Rogue didn't like it one bit. Quicksand. That's what it felt like, quicksand. The harder she fought, the deeper under the sedative's effects she fell. Like quicksand. Squinting as the medicine finally pulled her to the point of unconciousness, she idilly wondered who that shadowed figure was by the window...
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