The Forgotten Past
By NightElfCrawler
Chapter Three
The first thing Kurt was aware of was the aching pain all over his body. His head and leg most especially hurt, without him even moving either appendage. He lay there breathing softly for several minutes, not daring to open his eyes. He could tell he was someplace strange just by the sound and smell. it was quiet, and smelled very clean and sterile. He could hear the faint thrumming of a generator in the background. Slowly, he opened his eyes and instantly regretted it, as they were flooded with bright white light. He shut them reflexively, and then slowly re-opened them, letting them adjust. The light came from a florescent fixture on the ceiling, but his pounding head threw it way brighter to his eyes than normal. He had the vague sensation of floating as he lay there, and realized he must have been drugged with something, since his mind couldn't focus very well yet. He lay there for a few minutes more, then slowly sat up. He glanced around and took in his surroundings.
He was in a stark room that only had a bed, a sink and a small bathroom with a stall for some limited privacy, given there were most likely hidden cameras positioned about the room. Someone had taken the care to dress him in some loose sweat shorts and a t-shirt, rather than his previous outfit.and his watch was gone. He noticed for the first time then, that his head was bandaged up with some white gauze, and his leg was set in a white cast. He tried to wiggle his toes sticking out the end of the cast, and winced as pain shot up his leg like a fire through his nerves.
"Ok. note, don't do that in the future." He gasped aloud. He sighed faintly after the pain receded, and noticed someone had thoughtfully put a pair of crutches next to his bed. He still felt weak and dizzy, but he reached for them and laboriously grabbed the crutches, and helped himself up. He inched his way over to the sink, and turned the water on, splashing it on his face, which helped clear his head a bit. He slowly looked up at his reflection and winced. He looked like crap. His head was bandaged up a bit, sore on the back of his skull where his head had struck the tree. Bags were under his eyes and he had a scrape across his cheek which he didn't remember getting. He sighed quietly, and began to focus on figuring out what to do. He couldn't port out of here blindly, who knows who or what was on the other side of the door. There were no windows, and the only vent upon further inspection was small enough for his hand to fit in it, so no escape there. If someone opened the door he might be able to see enough so he could port out, but he couldn't get far on a broken leg. He had two options, to hide somewhere, or stay where he was until he could escape. He decided to see how things panned out before making a decision.
He stood there for several minutes, wondering what they wanted with him. He already had decided he knew who had kidnapped him. While Frenchie and Metal Man were a force to be reckoned with, they worked for one man.
Magneto.
So what did the master of magnetism want with him?
He couldn't think of a single reason.
*** "Gambit still don't understand wha we be wanting the blue boy fo'." Remy twirled a card between his fingers as he lounged in a couch in front of the small television. He leaned his head back at Pietr who just glanced up then back down into the book he was reading.
"I not know. And I not plan to ask." The Russian replied calmly.
Remy frowned a bit. Yeah, the X-men were idealists whose goals were too idealistic for his tastes, but he'd never wanted to seriously hurt one of them. Bruise em up, give em a good run for their money, but most of them were still kids, fuzz boy included. He flipped the card over and stared at it. Joker. He sighed a bit and frowned. "Wha won't de boss let us check on im?"
"Probably because he is prisoner."
Remy rolled his eyes at the brilliant deduction of his counterpart. Fuzz boy wasn't a very formidable opponent. He'd given them a good run, but two against one wasn't good odds for anyone, and he'd not lasted long. He was scrawny and weak, but on the flip side, he was very agile and fast. Remy couldn't figure out why their boss would want him for any reason.
He shook his head and headed out, giving Pietr a comradely shove on his way out. He almost walked right by the one window in the place without stopping, but blinked when he saw some of the stars move. He glanced back and noticed Mystique standing there, staring down at the earth below with a distant look in her eyes. Normally, he would poke at her to rile her up, but he'd noticed that ever since they had arrived back at the station with their captive, she had become very uncharacteristic of herself. He wondered what she cared for the kid. Granted, he was her son, but it's not like she had ever shown any love or attachment to him before, why the sudden drastic change of heart. He shook his head and left her to her silence.
*** "So what're ya gonna do with the kid?" Victor Creed growled from his position, leaning against the wall in the control room. "Ya know they're gonna come after him."
"I am counting on it, actually." The response came from beneath a mass of wires and machinery. A very unlikely site it was to see Eric Lensherr on his back covered in grease and grime, tinkering with equipment. Of course, the whole device he was working on was suspended over him in mid air during the process. He pushed himself out from beneath the mass, and then stood, the mass of machine slowly lifting and regaining its perch on the ground where he had been. "Excellent."
Victor yawned and picked his teeth with a claw. "So long as I get some action."
Eric smirked over at him knowingly. "Yes, you may have Wolverine. If this works, he will be handed to you on a silver platter." He wiped his hands off on a rag and flipped a couple switches on the board next to the device, and it powered up with a hum and whirr. He smiled with some satisfaction. "Xavier will soon learn the meaning of the word 'irony'."
Author's note: Yes, a short chapter, my apologies, but I couldn't figure out any other building information to go in here. I had a whole chapter written then it got over-ridden by accident losing hours of work therefore I had to retype this chapter from scratch. Given chapter four is already half done, I just added what needs to be added. Trust me, it'll be longer next time!
Chapter Three
The first thing Kurt was aware of was the aching pain all over his body. His head and leg most especially hurt, without him even moving either appendage. He lay there breathing softly for several minutes, not daring to open his eyes. He could tell he was someplace strange just by the sound and smell. it was quiet, and smelled very clean and sterile. He could hear the faint thrumming of a generator in the background. Slowly, he opened his eyes and instantly regretted it, as they were flooded with bright white light. He shut them reflexively, and then slowly re-opened them, letting them adjust. The light came from a florescent fixture on the ceiling, but his pounding head threw it way brighter to his eyes than normal. He had the vague sensation of floating as he lay there, and realized he must have been drugged with something, since his mind couldn't focus very well yet. He lay there for a few minutes more, then slowly sat up. He glanced around and took in his surroundings.
He was in a stark room that only had a bed, a sink and a small bathroom with a stall for some limited privacy, given there were most likely hidden cameras positioned about the room. Someone had taken the care to dress him in some loose sweat shorts and a t-shirt, rather than his previous outfit.and his watch was gone. He noticed for the first time then, that his head was bandaged up with some white gauze, and his leg was set in a white cast. He tried to wiggle his toes sticking out the end of the cast, and winced as pain shot up his leg like a fire through his nerves.
"Ok. note, don't do that in the future." He gasped aloud. He sighed faintly after the pain receded, and noticed someone had thoughtfully put a pair of crutches next to his bed. He still felt weak and dizzy, but he reached for them and laboriously grabbed the crutches, and helped himself up. He inched his way over to the sink, and turned the water on, splashing it on his face, which helped clear his head a bit. He slowly looked up at his reflection and winced. He looked like crap. His head was bandaged up a bit, sore on the back of his skull where his head had struck the tree. Bags were under his eyes and he had a scrape across his cheek which he didn't remember getting. He sighed quietly, and began to focus on figuring out what to do. He couldn't port out of here blindly, who knows who or what was on the other side of the door. There were no windows, and the only vent upon further inspection was small enough for his hand to fit in it, so no escape there. If someone opened the door he might be able to see enough so he could port out, but he couldn't get far on a broken leg. He had two options, to hide somewhere, or stay where he was until he could escape. He decided to see how things panned out before making a decision.
He stood there for several minutes, wondering what they wanted with him. He already had decided he knew who had kidnapped him. While Frenchie and Metal Man were a force to be reckoned with, they worked for one man.
Magneto.
So what did the master of magnetism want with him?
He couldn't think of a single reason.
*** "Gambit still don't understand wha we be wanting the blue boy fo'." Remy twirled a card between his fingers as he lounged in a couch in front of the small television. He leaned his head back at Pietr who just glanced up then back down into the book he was reading.
"I not know. And I not plan to ask." The Russian replied calmly.
Remy frowned a bit. Yeah, the X-men were idealists whose goals were too idealistic for his tastes, but he'd never wanted to seriously hurt one of them. Bruise em up, give em a good run for their money, but most of them were still kids, fuzz boy included. He flipped the card over and stared at it. Joker. He sighed a bit and frowned. "Wha won't de boss let us check on im?"
"Probably because he is prisoner."
Remy rolled his eyes at the brilliant deduction of his counterpart. Fuzz boy wasn't a very formidable opponent. He'd given them a good run, but two against one wasn't good odds for anyone, and he'd not lasted long. He was scrawny and weak, but on the flip side, he was very agile and fast. Remy couldn't figure out why their boss would want him for any reason.
He shook his head and headed out, giving Pietr a comradely shove on his way out. He almost walked right by the one window in the place without stopping, but blinked when he saw some of the stars move. He glanced back and noticed Mystique standing there, staring down at the earth below with a distant look in her eyes. Normally, he would poke at her to rile her up, but he'd noticed that ever since they had arrived back at the station with their captive, she had become very uncharacteristic of herself. He wondered what she cared for the kid. Granted, he was her son, but it's not like she had ever shown any love or attachment to him before, why the sudden drastic change of heart. He shook his head and left her to her silence.
*** "So what're ya gonna do with the kid?" Victor Creed growled from his position, leaning against the wall in the control room. "Ya know they're gonna come after him."
"I am counting on it, actually." The response came from beneath a mass of wires and machinery. A very unlikely site it was to see Eric Lensherr on his back covered in grease and grime, tinkering with equipment. Of course, the whole device he was working on was suspended over him in mid air during the process. He pushed himself out from beneath the mass, and then stood, the mass of machine slowly lifting and regaining its perch on the ground where he had been. "Excellent."
Victor yawned and picked his teeth with a claw. "So long as I get some action."
Eric smirked over at him knowingly. "Yes, you may have Wolverine. If this works, he will be handed to you on a silver platter." He wiped his hands off on a rag and flipped a couple switches on the board next to the device, and it powered up with a hum and whirr. He smiled with some satisfaction. "Xavier will soon learn the meaning of the word 'irony'."
Author's note: Yes, a short chapter, my apologies, but I couldn't figure out any other building information to go in here. I had a whole chapter written then it got over-ridden by accident losing hours of work therefore I had to retype this chapter from scratch. Given chapter four is already half done, I just added what needs to be added. Trust me, it'll be longer next time!
