LOGAN:
I considered this for a moment, and as much as I hated to admit it she had a point. I didn't bother responding to her I divided my attention between Lil, and Spike. I was gonna rip him to pieces when I got the chance.
Mystique walked around, both Buffy and me. Spike began to take a step back but then for some reason paused. With Mystique in front of him, he gently laid the girl down on the cot.
I took several steps toward him, but Mystique held up a hand, "Wait a minute Logan,"
"Move Mystique or I'll take out both of you out," I growled.
"Logan!" she said sharply in a commanding tone that surprised me.
I growled, and was ready to kill them both.
"Logan, don't," I heard Lil say weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stopped in my tracks, Spike had backed away from the cot, and I knelt by her side.
"Hey kid," I said.
"Not his fault," she said her words broken, and strained.
"There's no excuse for." I all but growled, but she put a hand on my wrist and I automatically retracted my claws on that hand. Though I'd never admit it under oath, Both her and Buffy, like Rogue had become like the little sisters I never had, and it pissed me off. I couldn't help it either, as much as I tried.
I could tell she was reading me because at the time I thought that, she grinned halfway. "He really couldn't help it, you starve a tiger, and dangle food in front of its face, its going to take it," she said.
As much as I wanted to disagree with her, I couldn't, I mean I did, but I couldn't actually voice my disagreement at that moment. So much to my surprise and everyone else's I let it go, for now.
Buffy was now, also by my side, "We need to get something to stop the bleeding,"
She walked over to the door and looked out the tiny window, "Hey guard, guy person."
I now stood up behind her. Spike had taken a spot in the back of the cell.
"Yeah what?" the guard demanded.
I had my claws on one hand still unsheathed. She grabbed a blade, slicing her palm. I automatically retracted those too. The cut on her palm wasn't deep, but she squeezed her hand in a fist to make it bleed more, then she opened her bloody palm.
"Do you have any gauze? There was an accident with his claws my hand.not really sure what happened to be honest but.there's blood." The guards looked at her suspiciously until she held up her hand. It was covered in more blood than it should have been. "A towel would be nice too."
The guard gesture to another and he disappeared down the hallway, and appeared a few minutes later with, gauze, a towel, and medical tape.
"Thanks," she said as the guard opened the door part way, and dropped it on the floor then slammed it shut, "see easy,"
She wiped her bloody hand on the towel, "Anybody know anything about medical stuff.?"
Mystique, without saying a word, picked up the tape and gauze. She then proceeded to bandage the wound on her neck. Lilith had already fallen asleep, or unconscious I wasn't sure which one, and I wasn't sure it made a difference. She needed to rest, and I needed to kill the vampire. We hadn't even gotten to the jail and already she'd gotten almost killed twice.
I walked over to her again, then sat down, then stood up again. I swiftly grabbed Spike by the neck and slammed him brutally into the wall.
Buffy was at my side almost immediately. She grabbed my wrist, "Let him go Logan, regardless if you forgive him, she already has. I'm not saying he's guiltless. In fact he's guiltier than a Arsonist with a can of gasoline.Hey another metaphor!" She paused, "Anyway, it can also be blamed on the stupidity of the people that put us here. If they would've known the difference between Vampires and Mutants.not to mention Vampire Slayers and Mutants we wouldn't have this problem,"
I pretended like I didn't hear her, but in truth I heard every word she'd said. She did have a valid point. I stared at Spike hard, "If she dies, you die, That clear bub?"
With flippant grin, he replied, "Crystal,"
At that point I wanted to rip out his spleen, the sarcastic grin on his face just made me more angry though I resisted the urge to unsheathe my claws. I threw him across the room; into the wall on the other side, cracking it some. There were four loud thumps, Spike hitting the wall, Spike hitting a cot, the cot tipping over and Spike hitting the floor. Spike was on his feet almost immediately apparently I had made him mad.go figure.
LILITH:
I woke up at the sound of a loud crash, in fact there were several. I saw Spike leap at Logan, his face demonically contorted {Vamp face}, and he was obviously angry. I sat up feeling slightly light headed. I watched Buffy attempt to grab Spike, and pin him up against the wall in an attempt to break up the fight, but Spike with some difficulty, broke her grip and was going after Logan again. Mystique intervened taking the shape of Sabortooth, she easily pinned Spike to the wall, but he still struggled.
"Let go of me you stupid git!" he growled.
Once she took Spike out of the whole fight, Logan had no one to fight, he quickly calmed down, realizing they weren't going to let the fight continue but Spike did seem to care. I stood up, the room seemed to sway slightly around me, I ignored them, as they told me to lie down, and I stopped in front of the struggling Spike.
"Look at me!" I said sharply.
He stopped suddenly in surprise, and looked at me inquisitively.
"Now relax," I said, sending a wave of calmness and relaxation over him. Apparently it worked better than I thought because he passed out immediately. Mystique carried Spike to his cot and laid him down.
I, on the other hand, gripped the wall for support. The room spun around me, the blood loss getting to me. First off, I shouldn't have been standing, and second I shouldn't have been using my powers. Standing, well that just caused my heart to beat faster and use more energy, actually so does using my powers. It works that way for most mutants, you expend extra energy when using your powers therefore it requires your heart to pump more blood, therefore your heart beats faster. The problem was I didn't have the amount of blood that I needed. Though at the time I thought, that I had too much because I could hear it pulsing through my ears, in a deafening roar, I was sure everyone else could hear it. Of course they couldn't, but I couldn't hear much else.
Before I knew it, both Buffy and Logan were at my side, one of each side in fact. I couldn't hear what they're were saying and I could barely make out their faces through the spinning of the room. Though, through it all I could feel their concern. Black dots began to dance at the corners of my eyes, then in front of my eyes. Before I knew it darkness had complete encompassed me.
Buffy:
We'd now docked, and the mutants were apparently escorted out ten or eleven rooms at a time. When the guards came to our room, they noticed Lilith's unconsciousness, they immediately tried to take her to the infirmary on the island. Easier said than done. What I didn't mention was the fact that Logan sat protectively near Lilith, and he wasn't going to let anyone near her but me. She was off limits to Mystique and Spike, even though Mystique had helped her. Now when they tried to take her Do you really think Logan willingly handed her over? Yeah right.They had to tranquilize Logan, and they took him out of the room too. I hoped they wouldn't hurt him.
Anyway, so the three of us were, herded out along with a group of other mutants, which Scott and Ororo were part of. Scott clung to Ororo's shoulder for guidance. Somewhere along the line Spike had disappeared.
"Where's Logan?" Ororo asked, I guess Scott had told her that he was with us.
"Well he, tried to hack some of the guards into Sushi," I explained.
"He did what? Is he insane?" Scott asked.
"Do you really have to ask that question?" I smirked.
"Guess not," Scott said smiling halfway.
"What was he thinking?" Ororo asked.
"He was trying to protect Lilith, the guards were trying to take her to the infirmary, she blacked out." I said carefully.
"From what?" Scott asked.
"Blood loss." I replied.
"Blood loss?" Ororo inquired further.
I remained silent at that.
I could tell she was going to say more but we were ushered off the ship. The building was a large white rectangle. The windows were only big enough to fit a small child through them and even those were barred off with thick white Iron bars. Around the outside of the rectangular building were Greek style pillars. In the front of the rectangle, were a whole bunch of Greek style stairs, like the ones at the Parthanon. As we entered the building I noticed everything on the inside was white too, except for the guards they wore all black. Actually it kind of reminded me of a hospital, and I'm terrified of hospitals.
All throughout the building were people in white coats, doctors maybe? But why so many? I thought. We were directed into a large room, where that Mckeen guy stood waiting in front. He started yammering on about the history of the first Alcatraz, and how no one could escape from it except for one person, and that they fixed that flaw, and made the jail more accommodating to all different kinds of mutants, eventually I started to tune him out, catching some of the important details here and there, like the curfew, and when we were supposed to eat, but at last he said, "Lady's and Gentlemen, Welcome to Alcatraz!"
I smiled halfway at that, I almost expected him to say 'Welcome to Fight Club!' The place didn't look like a jail, it looked like an Asylum. Down one hall were the locker rooms, one for the guys and one for the girls. We all had a locker already with our names on it, and they had our clothes in it already. It made me wonder how the found out our size, but then I remembered back to the statement that Mckeen made back on the ship, 'I'm the Government, I can do anything.' Though there was a plus side to all this, we didn't have to wear those orange jumpsuits. We had four pairs of Stop sign red, pants, which looked like hospital scrubs, except for the red part. We had two white T-shirts, and two white tank tops. We had four pairs of white socks and four pairs of.well I'm not going to bore you with those details lets skip to the shoes. We had one pair of white shower shoes (flip-flops), and a pair of plain white shoes. Okay so we had variety, and the place was sort of nice for a jail, but it made me wonder what they were hiding. Why would a jail be so nice without a hidden secret?
It was about 12:45pm and I realized I was exhausted, I didn't sleep at all during the trip here. Then another thought occurred to me, What happened to Spike? Not that I cared, but it was more like curiosity. We were shown to our new rooms, which were significantly bigger that the ones on the ship. The rooms were also white, the walls looked glossed like glass but you know, not see through.
"Acrylic, I think its actually welded into the metal of the walls," Mystique said.
I guess she noticed me examining the wall.
"Oh," I replied, frowning a bit, "That's weird."
"I thought so too," she nodded.
I noticed we were the only two in the room at the moment. Mystique's bright red pants seriously clashed with her blue complexion, I was surprised that she didn't opt not to wear the uniforms, though she wasn't wearing any shoes. I sat down on one of the five beds, which they were a lot more comfortable than the cots on the ship, these actually had mattresses, and sheets. Those too of course were white.
LILITH:
When I woke up I was laying strapped down on a hospital bed, there was and IV tube in my arm, that seemed to be pumping blood into me. Around me doctors bustled around doing I don't know what. My whole body seemed to ache, I heard some yell to Dr. somebody that the girl was awake. Before I knew it I was being unhooked and unstrapped. I tried to sit up but I was gently pushed back down. But I had gotten a look at what I was wearing, a white T-shirt and Red pants. Someone gently helped me up, I found it difficult to stay standing up, they probably gave me a sedative. They led me down a hallway to a room, I soon found it to be my new cell. Buffy lay on the bed, asleep actually. After the others left Mystique was by my side, she led me to a bed, and made me lay down, but that was the last thing I was worried about.
"Where's Logan?" I demanded, trying to sit up.
"We don't know.he." she was about to continue but she was cut off, by the door abruptly opening. A struggling visibly angry Logan was tossed into the room, he ran at them by the time he got there, they'd shut the door on him, so he stopped short to avoid running into it. Though he slammed his fists into it.
"Logan." Mystique started, walking over to him but I stopped her.
"Don't," I said. I expected to feel anger coming from Logan, but I got nothing, it didn't make any sense. It wasn't because of the sedatives, because I could read Mystique, and Buffy who'd just woken up.
Logan glared at Mystique, for I second I thought he was going to attack her. I got up out of bed, and head over to them. Buffy looked on she was a little confused to wake up to find both me and Logan back.
I came up behind Logan, and placed a hand on his shoulder, his skin was hot as if he had a fever. Logan jerked around and grabbed me by throat, I was shocked at that, after a second, I guess the time it took for him to realize it was me, he released me. We locked eyes for a moment his pupils were extremely dilated. Now I understood, he was drugged, and probably confused.
"Logan, easy, calm down." Buffy said coming up beside me.
Logan now sat down on a bed. It was obvious he was calmer now, his pupils had already started to constrict. Though I had a feeling that the drugs were either tied to his emotions or his adrenal gland, and if either was the case he could easily be provoked to do something violent. (More than normal I mean)
"You okay kid?" he asked, looking slightly concerned now.
I wasn't sure at the time why he was suddenly worried, he hadn't hurt me. But suddenly I felt Buffy catch me, I hadn't even realized I'd been falling.
"Come on you'd better sit." Buffy said leading me to a bed, "No wait you need to lay,"
"I think they may have given her some kind of sedative or muscle relaxer, or possibly a strong pain killer," Mystique said.
"That narrows it," Buffy said as she made me lay down.
"Its hard to tell without taking a blood sample," Mystique replied.
"They sure ain't shy about using drugs," Logan growled.
Boy, was that the truth. Without something to focus on, to worry about, I began to notice how the drug was really affecting me. The room swayed slightly as if we were still on the boat, and now that my eyes lost focus, anything that was white I had a hard time making out. Like as far as I was concerned, the bed wasn't there I was floating. My eyes drifted shut, and drifted off to sleep. Which even in sleep I couldn't have a moments peace.
Sometimes, my Tele-empathy made me have weird dreams, though combined with the drugs it was worse. I was walking around in a completely dark room, but I could see. Though there was no point in me seeing, there was nothing to see except for a tangible darkness. I was hot and cold at the same time. After a while I began to notice that I couldn't breathe. I began to gasp for breath but I couldn't get any air. I tried to scream but I couldn't and I tried to run, but I ran into an invisible wall, or maybe not invisible but the same dark color as everything else. I turned to go the other way but the walls closed in around me, then something grabbed me by the shoulders, and shook me hard. I was jerked out of my dream, gasping for breath. When I opened my eyes, I saw Logan, Buffy and Mystique over me, I noticed that Spike was back also he stood at the end of the bed, though more out of curiosity than concern. It was Logan, who'd grabbed me.
"You okay?" he asked.
"What?" I muttered groggily, still gasping for the much needed air.
"You stopped breathing."Logan informed me.
"I think you were holding your breath," Buffy said.
"No I couldn't breathe, there was no air, I couldn't, the air was gone.I." I babbled. There was a cold sweat dripping down my face and I was freezing. Buffy placed a hand on my head.
"I think she's got a fever, delirious maybe? Or a bad dream." Buffy said.
"No I'm fine, I'm just not sleeping again.ever." I told them.
"You need to sleep," Mystique said.
"I need to breathe," I replied.
"Go ahead sleep, I'll make sure you breathe," Buffy told me.
I shook my head, I watched Spike blow out smoke.it took me a second to realize he was smoking.then I wondered where he 'd gotten the cigarette from. Then I wondered if it was a good thing that I wasn't breathing before.
"No I'm fine, let me just stand up a second and." I started but I was abruptly cut off by to things. One was Buffy's protests, and two was a group of guards who'd opened the door.
"What the hell do you want?" Logan demanded.
"Its 1800 hours (6:00pm) your free to leave your room until curfew," he informed us then left.
While they were staring at the guard I'd already stood up. Though Buffy was right I did have a fever. I was freezing cold, I had goose bumps going up and down my arms.
"Hey, what did I tell you?" Buffy said.
"I can't stay here I need air, since obviously I was lacking it," I said stubbornly.
"When did you get stubborn kid?" Logan asked grinning halfway, then taking off his jacket and giving it to me. Which I took gratefully.
I noticed Logan and Spike were the only ones not wearing the jail attire. I shrugged wondering if it was possible for anyone to make either of them wear it. Buffy grabbed me by the elbow and steered me out of the room, with Logan and Mystique following behind, I'm not sure where Spike went.
I considered this for a moment, and as much as I hated to admit it she had a point. I didn't bother responding to her I divided my attention between Lil, and Spike. I was gonna rip him to pieces when I got the chance.
Mystique walked around, both Buffy and me. Spike began to take a step back but then for some reason paused. With Mystique in front of him, he gently laid the girl down on the cot.
I took several steps toward him, but Mystique held up a hand, "Wait a minute Logan,"
"Move Mystique or I'll take out both of you out," I growled.
"Logan!" she said sharply in a commanding tone that surprised me.
I growled, and was ready to kill them both.
"Logan, don't," I heard Lil say weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stopped in my tracks, Spike had backed away from the cot, and I knelt by her side.
"Hey kid," I said.
"Not his fault," she said her words broken, and strained.
"There's no excuse for." I all but growled, but she put a hand on my wrist and I automatically retracted my claws on that hand. Though I'd never admit it under oath, Both her and Buffy, like Rogue had become like the little sisters I never had, and it pissed me off. I couldn't help it either, as much as I tried.
I could tell she was reading me because at the time I thought that, she grinned halfway. "He really couldn't help it, you starve a tiger, and dangle food in front of its face, its going to take it," she said.
As much as I wanted to disagree with her, I couldn't, I mean I did, but I couldn't actually voice my disagreement at that moment. So much to my surprise and everyone else's I let it go, for now.
Buffy was now, also by my side, "We need to get something to stop the bleeding,"
She walked over to the door and looked out the tiny window, "Hey guard, guy person."
I now stood up behind her. Spike had taken a spot in the back of the cell.
"Yeah what?" the guard demanded.
I had my claws on one hand still unsheathed. She grabbed a blade, slicing her palm. I automatically retracted those too. The cut on her palm wasn't deep, but she squeezed her hand in a fist to make it bleed more, then she opened her bloody palm.
"Do you have any gauze? There was an accident with his claws my hand.not really sure what happened to be honest but.there's blood." The guards looked at her suspiciously until she held up her hand. It was covered in more blood than it should have been. "A towel would be nice too."
The guard gesture to another and he disappeared down the hallway, and appeared a few minutes later with, gauze, a towel, and medical tape.
"Thanks," she said as the guard opened the door part way, and dropped it on the floor then slammed it shut, "see easy,"
She wiped her bloody hand on the towel, "Anybody know anything about medical stuff.?"
Mystique, without saying a word, picked up the tape and gauze. She then proceeded to bandage the wound on her neck. Lilith had already fallen asleep, or unconscious I wasn't sure which one, and I wasn't sure it made a difference. She needed to rest, and I needed to kill the vampire. We hadn't even gotten to the jail and already she'd gotten almost killed twice.
I walked over to her again, then sat down, then stood up again. I swiftly grabbed Spike by the neck and slammed him brutally into the wall.
Buffy was at my side almost immediately. She grabbed my wrist, "Let him go Logan, regardless if you forgive him, she already has. I'm not saying he's guiltless. In fact he's guiltier than a Arsonist with a can of gasoline.Hey another metaphor!" She paused, "Anyway, it can also be blamed on the stupidity of the people that put us here. If they would've known the difference between Vampires and Mutants.not to mention Vampire Slayers and Mutants we wouldn't have this problem,"
I pretended like I didn't hear her, but in truth I heard every word she'd said. She did have a valid point. I stared at Spike hard, "If she dies, you die, That clear bub?"
With flippant grin, he replied, "Crystal,"
At that point I wanted to rip out his spleen, the sarcastic grin on his face just made me more angry though I resisted the urge to unsheathe my claws. I threw him across the room; into the wall on the other side, cracking it some. There were four loud thumps, Spike hitting the wall, Spike hitting a cot, the cot tipping over and Spike hitting the floor. Spike was on his feet almost immediately apparently I had made him mad.go figure.
LILITH:
I woke up at the sound of a loud crash, in fact there were several. I saw Spike leap at Logan, his face demonically contorted {Vamp face}, and he was obviously angry. I sat up feeling slightly light headed. I watched Buffy attempt to grab Spike, and pin him up against the wall in an attempt to break up the fight, but Spike with some difficulty, broke her grip and was going after Logan again. Mystique intervened taking the shape of Sabortooth, she easily pinned Spike to the wall, but he still struggled.
"Let go of me you stupid git!" he growled.
Once she took Spike out of the whole fight, Logan had no one to fight, he quickly calmed down, realizing they weren't going to let the fight continue but Spike did seem to care. I stood up, the room seemed to sway slightly around me, I ignored them, as they told me to lie down, and I stopped in front of the struggling Spike.
"Look at me!" I said sharply.
He stopped suddenly in surprise, and looked at me inquisitively.
"Now relax," I said, sending a wave of calmness and relaxation over him. Apparently it worked better than I thought because he passed out immediately. Mystique carried Spike to his cot and laid him down.
I, on the other hand, gripped the wall for support. The room spun around me, the blood loss getting to me. First off, I shouldn't have been standing, and second I shouldn't have been using my powers. Standing, well that just caused my heart to beat faster and use more energy, actually so does using my powers. It works that way for most mutants, you expend extra energy when using your powers therefore it requires your heart to pump more blood, therefore your heart beats faster. The problem was I didn't have the amount of blood that I needed. Though at the time I thought, that I had too much because I could hear it pulsing through my ears, in a deafening roar, I was sure everyone else could hear it. Of course they couldn't, but I couldn't hear much else.
Before I knew it, both Buffy and Logan were at my side, one of each side in fact. I couldn't hear what they're were saying and I could barely make out their faces through the spinning of the room. Though, through it all I could feel their concern. Black dots began to dance at the corners of my eyes, then in front of my eyes. Before I knew it darkness had complete encompassed me.
Buffy:
We'd now docked, and the mutants were apparently escorted out ten or eleven rooms at a time. When the guards came to our room, they noticed Lilith's unconsciousness, they immediately tried to take her to the infirmary on the island. Easier said than done. What I didn't mention was the fact that Logan sat protectively near Lilith, and he wasn't going to let anyone near her but me. She was off limits to Mystique and Spike, even though Mystique had helped her. Now when they tried to take her Do you really think Logan willingly handed her over? Yeah right.They had to tranquilize Logan, and they took him out of the room too. I hoped they wouldn't hurt him.
Anyway, so the three of us were, herded out along with a group of other mutants, which Scott and Ororo were part of. Scott clung to Ororo's shoulder for guidance. Somewhere along the line Spike had disappeared.
"Where's Logan?" Ororo asked, I guess Scott had told her that he was with us.
"Well he, tried to hack some of the guards into Sushi," I explained.
"He did what? Is he insane?" Scott asked.
"Do you really have to ask that question?" I smirked.
"Guess not," Scott said smiling halfway.
"What was he thinking?" Ororo asked.
"He was trying to protect Lilith, the guards were trying to take her to the infirmary, she blacked out." I said carefully.
"From what?" Scott asked.
"Blood loss." I replied.
"Blood loss?" Ororo inquired further.
I remained silent at that.
I could tell she was going to say more but we were ushered off the ship. The building was a large white rectangle. The windows were only big enough to fit a small child through them and even those were barred off with thick white Iron bars. Around the outside of the rectangular building were Greek style pillars. In the front of the rectangle, were a whole bunch of Greek style stairs, like the ones at the Parthanon. As we entered the building I noticed everything on the inside was white too, except for the guards they wore all black. Actually it kind of reminded me of a hospital, and I'm terrified of hospitals.
All throughout the building were people in white coats, doctors maybe? But why so many? I thought. We were directed into a large room, where that Mckeen guy stood waiting in front. He started yammering on about the history of the first Alcatraz, and how no one could escape from it except for one person, and that they fixed that flaw, and made the jail more accommodating to all different kinds of mutants, eventually I started to tune him out, catching some of the important details here and there, like the curfew, and when we were supposed to eat, but at last he said, "Lady's and Gentlemen, Welcome to Alcatraz!"
I smiled halfway at that, I almost expected him to say 'Welcome to Fight Club!' The place didn't look like a jail, it looked like an Asylum. Down one hall were the locker rooms, one for the guys and one for the girls. We all had a locker already with our names on it, and they had our clothes in it already. It made me wonder how the found out our size, but then I remembered back to the statement that Mckeen made back on the ship, 'I'm the Government, I can do anything.' Though there was a plus side to all this, we didn't have to wear those orange jumpsuits. We had four pairs of Stop sign red, pants, which looked like hospital scrubs, except for the red part. We had two white T-shirts, and two white tank tops. We had four pairs of white socks and four pairs of.well I'm not going to bore you with those details lets skip to the shoes. We had one pair of white shower shoes (flip-flops), and a pair of plain white shoes. Okay so we had variety, and the place was sort of nice for a jail, but it made me wonder what they were hiding. Why would a jail be so nice without a hidden secret?
It was about 12:45pm and I realized I was exhausted, I didn't sleep at all during the trip here. Then another thought occurred to me, What happened to Spike? Not that I cared, but it was more like curiosity. We were shown to our new rooms, which were significantly bigger that the ones on the ship. The rooms were also white, the walls looked glossed like glass but you know, not see through.
"Acrylic, I think its actually welded into the metal of the walls," Mystique said.
I guess she noticed me examining the wall.
"Oh," I replied, frowning a bit, "That's weird."
"I thought so too," she nodded.
I noticed we were the only two in the room at the moment. Mystique's bright red pants seriously clashed with her blue complexion, I was surprised that she didn't opt not to wear the uniforms, though she wasn't wearing any shoes. I sat down on one of the five beds, which they were a lot more comfortable than the cots on the ship, these actually had mattresses, and sheets. Those too of course were white.
LILITH:
When I woke up I was laying strapped down on a hospital bed, there was and IV tube in my arm, that seemed to be pumping blood into me. Around me doctors bustled around doing I don't know what. My whole body seemed to ache, I heard some yell to Dr. somebody that the girl was awake. Before I knew it I was being unhooked and unstrapped. I tried to sit up but I was gently pushed back down. But I had gotten a look at what I was wearing, a white T-shirt and Red pants. Someone gently helped me up, I found it difficult to stay standing up, they probably gave me a sedative. They led me down a hallway to a room, I soon found it to be my new cell. Buffy lay on the bed, asleep actually. After the others left Mystique was by my side, she led me to a bed, and made me lay down, but that was the last thing I was worried about.
"Where's Logan?" I demanded, trying to sit up.
"We don't know.he." she was about to continue but she was cut off, by the door abruptly opening. A struggling visibly angry Logan was tossed into the room, he ran at them by the time he got there, they'd shut the door on him, so he stopped short to avoid running into it. Though he slammed his fists into it.
"Logan." Mystique started, walking over to him but I stopped her.
"Don't," I said. I expected to feel anger coming from Logan, but I got nothing, it didn't make any sense. It wasn't because of the sedatives, because I could read Mystique, and Buffy who'd just woken up.
Logan glared at Mystique, for I second I thought he was going to attack her. I got up out of bed, and head over to them. Buffy looked on she was a little confused to wake up to find both me and Logan back.
I came up behind Logan, and placed a hand on his shoulder, his skin was hot as if he had a fever. Logan jerked around and grabbed me by throat, I was shocked at that, after a second, I guess the time it took for him to realize it was me, he released me. We locked eyes for a moment his pupils were extremely dilated. Now I understood, he was drugged, and probably confused.
"Logan, easy, calm down." Buffy said coming up beside me.
Logan now sat down on a bed. It was obvious he was calmer now, his pupils had already started to constrict. Though I had a feeling that the drugs were either tied to his emotions or his adrenal gland, and if either was the case he could easily be provoked to do something violent. (More than normal I mean)
"You okay kid?" he asked, looking slightly concerned now.
I wasn't sure at the time why he was suddenly worried, he hadn't hurt me. But suddenly I felt Buffy catch me, I hadn't even realized I'd been falling.
"Come on you'd better sit." Buffy said leading me to a bed, "No wait you need to lay,"
"I think they may have given her some kind of sedative or muscle relaxer, or possibly a strong pain killer," Mystique said.
"That narrows it," Buffy said as she made me lay down.
"Its hard to tell without taking a blood sample," Mystique replied.
"They sure ain't shy about using drugs," Logan growled.
Boy, was that the truth. Without something to focus on, to worry about, I began to notice how the drug was really affecting me. The room swayed slightly as if we were still on the boat, and now that my eyes lost focus, anything that was white I had a hard time making out. Like as far as I was concerned, the bed wasn't there I was floating. My eyes drifted shut, and drifted off to sleep. Which even in sleep I couldn't have a moments peace.
Sometimes, my Tele-empathy made me have weird dreams, though combined with the drugs it was worse. I was walking around in a completely dark room, but I could see. Though there was no point in me seeing, there was nothing to see except for a tangible darkness. I was hot and cold at the same time. After a while I began to notice that I couldn't breathe. I began to gasp for breath but I couldn't get any air. I tried to scream but I couldn't and I tried to run, but I ran into an invisible wall, or maybe not invisible but the same dark color as everything else. I turned to go the other way but the walls closed in around me, then something grabbed me by the shoulders, and shook me hard. I was jerked out of my dream, gasping for breath. When I opened my eyes, I saw Logan, Buffy and Mystique over me, I noticed that Spike was back also he stood at the end of the bed, though more out of curiosity than concern. It was Logan, who'd grabbed me.
"You okay?" he asked.
"What?" I muttered groggily, still gasping for the much needed air.
"You stopped breathing."Logan informed me.
"I think you were holding your breath," Buffy said.
"No I couldn't breathe, there was no air, I couldn't, the air was gone.I." I babbled. There was a cold sweat dripping down my face and I was freezing. Buffy placed a hand on my head.
"I think she's got a fever, delirious maybe? Or a bad dream." Buffy said.
"No I'm fine, I'm just not sleeping again.ever." I told them.
"You need to sleep," Mystique said.
"I need to breathe," I replied.
"Go ahead sleep, I'll make sure you breathe," Buffy told me.
I shook my head, I watched Spike blow out smoke.it took me a second to realize he was smoking.then I wondered where he 'd gotten the cigarette from. Then I wondered if it was a good thing that I wasn't breathing before.
"No I'm fine, let me just stand up a second and." I started but I was abruptly cut off by to things. One was Buffy's protests, and two was a group of guards who'd opened the door.
"What the hell do you want?" Logan demanded.
"Its 1800 hours (6:00pm) your free to leave your room until curfew," he informed us then left.
While they were staring at the guard I'd already stood up. Though Buffy was right I did have a fever. I was freezing cold, I had goose bumps going up and down my arms.
"Hey, what did I tell you?" Buffy said.
"I can't stay here I need air, since obviously I was lacking it," I said stubbornly.
"When did you get stubborn kid?" Logan asked grinning halfway, then taking off his jacket and giving it to me. Which I took gratefully.
I noticed Logan and Spike were the only ones not wearing the jail attire. I shrugged wondering if it was possible for anyone to make either of them wear it. Buffy grabbed me by the elbow and steered me out of the room, with Logan and Mystique following behind, I'm not sure where Spike went.