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-Inside and obvious

The fallen angel

A smiling burden with snake eyes

Creates the latest trends

And I just cant pretend

Don't call me your friend-

-Lies by Billy Talent

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:: Blink::

He rolled over onto his back, the side of his head lifting off the warm cement.

:: Blink::

The lights were all on, bright like the sun on a very hot summer after noon. He sighed rolling back onto his side pressing his forehead back against the cool cement floor warming it almost instantly. Sweat began trickling down his face and dripped from the tip of his nose to the floor.

 His head pounded like someone was trying to pry open his skull with a very, very dull plastic spoon. His eyes watered from the intense heat and spilled over joining the droplets of sweat on the floor.

 'You're an animal. Meant to be caged and experimented on till you're dead and rotting in the ground.'

 "No…" He murmured passed his fever-blistered lips closing his eyes, "Not… animal… Logan…"

 Rogue sat by the edge of the cage on the ground watching helplessly as Logan began to sob silently. She frowned leaning her head against the bars and sighed.

 ~Please Professor let me help him. He's sick~

The door behind her opened and the sound of footsteps slowly approached her and stopped just behind her.

 "Jean… Please help him," She whispered lifting her head off the bars, "I can't sit here and watch him suffer knowing how many times he's helped me… saved me…"

 Jean frowned, "He's dangerous, Rogue," She sighed, "We can't trust him."

Rogue narrowed her eyes, "Look how dangerous he is, Jean! He's lying in there crying! Have you ever seen the man cry before?" She snapped refusing to even glance at Jean.

 Jean didn't answer.

 "He wont hurt me," Rogue whispered climbing to her feet, "And if you won't let me in I'll find a way in myself, I'm not just going to sit here and watch him die!" She twisted around facing Jean, a scowl on her face and her gloved fists clenched at her sides.

 Jean held up a hand dangling the key from it, "Here," She whispered tossing Rogue the key, "I'll go get some cold water and a towel."

 Rogue glanced down at the key and flashed Jean a sad smile before turning back to the cage and unlocked the door. Jean silently slipped out of the room returning a few minutes later with a bowl of cold water and a couple of rags.

Rogue knelt down by Logan's side running a hand through his sweat soaked hair; gently she rolled him over onto his back.

 "No…" Logan protested weakly and Rogue shushed him running her hand through his hair once more.

Jean set the bowl down next to herself and began wiping the sweat from Logan's brow with the damp towel. Slowly his body relaxed and he drifted off to sleep.

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 (Inside Logan's Mind)

 My hands… they burn…  they itch. Why do they itch so bad?!

He scratched the backs of his hands fanatically, crimson blood clouding the transparent green water making it murky and hard to see.

 My hands! My hands!

Suddenly three metal claws shot out of each hand causing more blood to squirt out from the backs of his hands and cloud the water up even more. He tried to scream but his lunges refused to work and only let out a bubbly moan before everything suddenly closed in on him and turned black.

 "Mutant freak, mutant scum," A deep scratchy voice hissed in his ear through the blackness, "You're just an animal, Logan. Meant to be experimented on till your body can take no more and you finally die…"

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 "NO!!!!" Logan screamed sitting straight up, his claws unsheathed and sunk into the closest thing to him.

A scream pierced through his foggy mind jolting him back to reality… and the smell of fresh blood.

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