Chapter 4
A scream was what dragged him awake. His mind was still groggy, not really knowing or understanding what happened. A florescent light shined right into his eyes. As they opened, he came face to face with the horror of his past. His wrists were bound to whatever he was lying on. Before him stood a doctor with a cruel smile across his face.
"A, Wolverine. How nice of you to rejoin us."
"Blow me." He managed to gasp out. Something was not right. A sharp pain that started in his lungs began to burn. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
"To you?" The doctor looked at him before throwing his head back and laughing. "Why on Earth would we harm you? We created you. Oh no, I would never harm you." Tilting his head to one side, he spoke. "Now that little bitch who escaped us, yes. Which is what I was doing." Stepping aside, he showed Wolverine his handy work.
The whole right side of Emma's face was swollen and bruised. Her hair hung over her face, for she was slumped on the ground with her arms hanging above her on chains. Her feet were beneath her, and judging right Logan guessed they were bound too. A tube stuck out of the sweats she was wearing. Judging from their position, he guessed the tube connected with her lungs. Her arms were covered with patches of gauze. They must have taken blood. She wasn't even moving.
"What the hell did you do to her?"
"What she forced me to do." Walking over to her, he pulled on her hair and made her face meet his. Logan noticed, her eyes were open and filled with pain. "She refused the easy way, she receives the difficult way. Taking out the pain amplifier was naughty Logan. I decided to operate on her and put one back in. While she was awake."
"What?!" His voice growled dangerously violent. He was close to snapping.
"I was finishing a serum I wanted to try on her lungs when she disappeared, so I injected her with it. It is quite painful, I assure you." Leaning over her, he pulled the hose from her chest straight out. A muffled scream erupted from her. "I know you can feel it. Her pain. That made me want to get her back even more." His hand pressed a clear patch over the seeping wound. "In pain, she seems to throw all her energy outwards. All her energy including what she is feeling. It only affects mutants though. That burning feeling you are experiencing is basically what rubbing alcohol would do to human lungs. Quite nasty."
"Why are you doing this to her?"
"Because I can. Because that is what I am paid to do. Perhaps its because my research will help thousands of people years to come. Most of all, I'm doing this because she managed to kill my brother the last time she tried to escape. This BITCH," He pulled her hair and her eyes met his, "injected him with a serum, which was made for her. It killed him by slowly dissolving his nervous system, then it went to the bones, and then it destroyed his muscles. He began to bag of water."
"As I remember you broke my arm for that," she managed to slur out. "All you did this time was a broken cheekbone."
He moved quickly. Before she could do anything, he pulled a beaker of pink liquid off the table. "Dodge this."
She knew what was coming, Logan believed. He tossed the liquid into her eyes. She screamed and tried to stand up. His hands tightened on her hair and he slammed her head backwards into the wall, keeping her down. He wasn't gentle either. The pain blew into Logan's mind and he screamed for the both of them. He was about to do it again, harder when something hit his shoulder. Glancing over he saw the dart. Not believing it, he looked at the door. There stood Rogue, holding the dart gun in her arms. Bobby was close behind her. The doctor looked at them with disbelief.
"They're just children," he murmured before passing out.
Rogue hurried over and quickly unlocked the chains holding him. He moved quickly off the table and went to Emma. Gently he touched the side of her face. When she did not respond, Logan quickly extended his claws and cut the chains. Picking up her slack, he carried her quickly out of that torture room.
They quickly found Scott and Storm. As they left the compound at which they were held, they knew it wouldn't be the last time they see those men. They all would have to be searched for tracking devices. That was how he had found Emma before. Logan cradled her to his body and hoped she would survive this. If she survived three years, he was almost certain she could.
A scream was what dragged him awake. His mind was still groggy, not really knowing or understanding what happened. A florescent light shined right into his eyes. As they opened, he came face to face with the horror of his past. His wrists were bound to whatever he was lying on. Before him stood a doctor with a cruel smile across his face.
"A, Wolverine. How nice of you to rejoin us."
"Blow me." He managed to gasp out. Something was not right. A sharp pain that started in his lungs began to burn. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
"To you?" The doctor looked at him before throwing his head back and laughing. "Why on Earth would we harm you? We created you. Oh no, I would never harm you." Tilting his head to one side, he spoke. "Now that little bitch who escaped us, yes. Which is what I was doing." Stepping aside, he showed Wolverine his handy work.
The whole right side of Emma's face was swollen and bruised. Her hair hung over her face, for she was slumped on the ground with her arms hanging above her on chains. Her feet were beneath her, and judging right Logan guessed they were bound too. A tube stuck out of the sweats she was wearing. Judging from their position, he guessed the tube connected with her lungs. Her arms were covered with patches of gauze. They must have taken blood. She wasn't even moving.
"What the hell did you do to her?"
"What she forced me to do." Walking over to her, he pulled on her hair and made her face meet his. Logan noticed, her eyes were open and filled with pain. "She refused the easy way, she receives the difficult way. Taking out the pain amplifier was naughty Logan. I decided to operate on her and put one back in. While she was awake."
"What?!" His voice growled dangerously violent. He was close to snapping.
"I was finishing a serum I wanted to try on her lungs when she disappeared, so I injected her with it. It is quite painful, I assure you." Leaning over her, he pulled the hose from her chest straight out. A muffled scream erupted from her. "I know you can feel it. Her pain. That made me want to get her back even more." His hand pressed a clear patch over the seeping wound. "In pain, she seems to throw all her energy outwards. All her energy including what she is feeling. It only affects mutants though. That burning feeling you are experiencing is basically what rubbing alcohol would do to human lungs. Quite nasty."
"Why are you doing this to her?"
"Because I can. Because that is what I am paid to do. Perhaps its because my research will help thousands of people years to come. Most of all, I'm doing this because she managed to kill my brother the last time she tried to escape. This BITCH," He pulled her hair and her eyes met his, "injected him with a serum, which was made for her. It killed him by slowly dissolving his nervous system, then it went to the bones, and then it destroyed his muscles. He began to bag of water."
"As I remember you broke my arm for that," she managed to slur out. "All you did this time was a broken cheekbone."
He moved quickly. Before she could do anything, he pulled a beaker of pink liquid off the table. "Dodge this."
She knew what was coming, Logan believed. He tossed the liquid into her eyes. She screamed and tried to stand up. His hands tightened on her hair and he slammed her head backwards into the wall, keeping her down. He wasn't gentle either. The pain blew into Logan's mind and he screamed for the both of them. He was about to do it again, harder when something hit his shoulder. Glancing over he saw the dart. Not believing it, he looked at the door. There stood Rogue, holding the dart gun in her arms. Bobby was close behind her. The doctor looked at them with disbelief.
"They're just children," he murmured before passing out.
Rogue hurried over and quickly unlocked the chains holding him. He moved quickly off the table and went to Emma. Gently he touched the side of her face. When she did not respond, Logan quickly extended his claws and cut the chains. Picking up her slack, he carried her quickly out of that torture room.
They quickly found Scott and Storm. As they left the compound at which they were held, they knew it wouldn't be the last time they see those men. They all would have to be searched for tracking devices. That was how he had found Emma before. Logan cradled her to his body and hoped she would survive this. If she survived three years, he was almost certain she could.