The Trials Of Love

Summary: When an old friend of Adam turns up craving revenge, it results in the capture of Bren/Shal, but is the love they hold for each other enough to keep them alive? 

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Mutant X. Tribune Entertainment Co. owns the rights to these characters. But I do own any other characters.

Notes: Italics with indicate thought. Stars indicate time change or place.

Story by: Quest – shadowfox_fuse@yahoo.com, feel free to email me on any questions or well anything!

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Chapter 6:  A long way from home

"Holy shit I forgot how friggin' cold it is up here," Abby chattered as she rubbed her arms.

"Take them to separate rooms," Zan ordered as he and the others went over to a coat rack grabbing thick snow coats.

"Yes sir!"  They replied dragging Shalimar and Brennan across the floor in different directions.

"I'm going to go talk to Crawford, he wanted to know when they arrived," Zan explained.  "Tell me when they wake up."  He told the girls, they nodded and walked off to monitor their two new prisoners. 

Zan knocked on a door.  "What is it?" a man asked angrily.

"They're here sir and put into separate rooms like you requested."  Zan explained.

"Good, I want you to interrogate Miss Fox first then Mr. Mulwray," Crawford ordered.

"Yes sir," Zan replied.

"Zan make sure they talk," Zan heard him said before he left.

Shalimar finally started to wake up sitting in a steel chair, with her hands handcuffed behind her back, and a sub-dermal governor was placed at the base of her neck.  She was freezing; she could see her breath in front of her.  She looked around, the room was dark and two guards were standing by the door.

"Where am I?"  Shalimar asked groggily.

One looked up at her, "he'll be in shortly to see you."

Shalimar stared at him. "He being…who?" she asked smartly.

The man walked over to her, "YOU do not speak!"  He backhanded her across the face.

Shalimar looked shocked at his actions, her face stung, she opened her mouth to speak when, and the man raised his hand again coming down harder across her face.  Shalimar keep her head down as the pain spread across her cheek. 

            "I TOLD YOU NOT TO SPEAK!" The man yelled at her.

            "You little son of…" Shalimar started before she felt the butt of the machine gun hit her in the forehead.  She could feel the blood trickle down the side of her face, as she forced herself to stay conscious.

            "Don't make me..." the man started before interrupted.

            "THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Shalimar looked up hearing the voice from the doorway, she saw a tall lanky man standing there.  He walked over to her as the others backed off away from her.  "So you're his feral. Interesting, very interesting."  The man came up and stood in front of her.  "Do you know why we've brought you and your friend here?"  Shalimar shook her head no, not making any eye contact with the mysterious man. 

            "I thought you would know," Zan started circulating around her.  "Well maybe your friend will know the answer to my question; I'm sure with the right encouragement he'll figure it out."

            "WHAT do you want?" She finally asked.

Zan bent down closer to her ear.  "Wouldn't you like to know?" he whispered with a smile.  He moved over to one of the men.  "You know what to do with her," the man nodded in reply.  "OH and bring me the other one," he ordered before leaving the room.

The two men went up to Shalimar; they grabbed her arms lifting her up from the chair.  She felt like a prisoner…she was a prisoner, a gun pressed against her back, and her hands in cuffs unable to do anything.  She was directed down the hall, another dark hall.  Shalimar finally moved her gaze from the floor to her new surroundings.  She was terrified; it started to look like dungeon, with the dark small halls with metal doors on either side.  The men walked her to one of the steel doors, it screeched as it opened making Shalimar more uncomfortable.

            The room was dark and gloomy, there were some chains strung up on the wall, no light was present except for the light coming from the hall.  It was damp; Shalimar could barely breathe from the heaviness of the air.  The men brought her over to one of the walls; she looked up and saw what they were about to do.

            "No, please no!"  She begged quietly.  She watched as they unhooked one of her hands from the handcuffs and looped it though on of the rings above her head holding up the chains.  "Please no!"  She begged the again as one of the men snapped the cuff around her wrist again.

The two started to walk back out the room, the one that hit her turned around before he left.  "He'll be back later, and won't you have some fun then," he said with a smile.  He closed the door behind him leaving Shalimar all alone in the pitch-black room, and the door guarded.  The guard heard Shalimar scream out in horror, which spread a smile across his face.

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"Shalimar?"  Brennan asked as he regained consciousness.

            "Miss Fox is not here right now!"  A voice came from the doorway, and man walked over to Brennan.

            "IF YOU HURT HER I'LL…." Brennan threatened.

            "You'll what?  Kill me!"  Zan laughed at him.  "You have a sub-dermal governor placed on the back of your head, I don't think you'll be using your powers anytime soon."

            "That doesn't mean I can't kill you with my bare hands if you hurt her," Brennan growled.

            Zan stifled a laugh, "so you have feelings for our feral lady."  Brennan hung his head.  Brennan was getting pissed at this guy; he lunged forwarded at him, trying to get loose from his chair.  "Testy are we?"  Zan asked shoving Brennan back down in his chair.  Brennan winced as the scratches on his back rubbed against the back of the chair. 

            Zan watched with a sly smile across his face, "what do we have here?"  He circled behind Brennan; Zan roughly pushed Brennan forward and lifted up his shirt.  Zan ripped off the bandages grinning as he noticed Brennan's distress, looked at the scratches, "did Miss Fox do this to you?"  Zan asked slamming Brennan back into the chair.  Brennan remained silent.  "I take that as a yes."

            "She must be a wildcat in the sack, huh?"  Zan asked.  "I might just have to find out for my self."

            Brennan had enough.  "You touch her in any way, you're dead meat buddy!"  Brennan said gritting his teeth in fury.

"Let me make you a deal, you tell me what my boss wants to know and your friend doesn't get hurt."  Brennan thought about it and slowly shook his head yes.  Zan smiled, "good, let's began."  Zan bent down so he was eye level with Brennan.  "We need to know where Adam is."

            "I'm not going to tell you," Brennan replied.

            Zan punched him in the face; Brennan could feel blood drip from the corner of his mouth.  "Think of it as a taste of what's to come for you feline friend Miss Fox."  Brennan just growled and stared up at Zan.  "Good I'm glad that got your attention.  Now we need to know where Adam is."

            "He's at Sanctuary," Brennan said softly.

            "Now where is that?"  He continued to question.

            "That's for you to find out, asshole!"  Brennan replied spitting blood at Zan's face.

            "Wrong," Zan slugged Brennan across the face again.  "Tell me now!"  Brennan shook his head no, for that he got hit again. 

Brennan didn't care he wasn't about to tell this guy anything.  The man continually asked Brennan where Sanctuary was, and for every wrong answer Brennan keep getting beat up.  After ten minutes of getting know where with Brennan Zan gave up.  Brennan's face was all bloody; cuts crossed his face in many different places.

"That's fine if you don't want to tell me right now, we'll talk later…maybe with an audience next time."  Zan explained as Brennan groaned from the pain.  He started to walk out, "we'll put him with the girl."

"Yes sir," one of the guards replied.

The three guards in the room untied Brennan and started dragging him out of the room.  Brennan eyes were closed the whole time; he could feel them take him down the cement hall.  He could clearly feel a temperature change as they hit a different section of the base.  Brennan didn't care what they were about to do with him; he was more worried about Shalimar.

TBC

A/N:  So…. did you like this chapter or did it totally suck?  Hmm I think it sucked but every writer thinks that about his or her work. Well anyways drop me a review…PLEASE!!!!!!!!  Don't forget I'll post another chapter on Friday so be waiting for that!