Numb, everything was numb.

He told her to fight, to kill.

Why not? She fought.

Primal instincts and training and memory fragments of fighting with this man before. Not numb then. Laughter and no claws allowed and afterward, screams of a totally different nature.

Little surprise when she saw the needle but none when it went in. She remembered the man would win whatever the cost. Then the metal was injected and she couldn't remember sanity.

Forcibly filled with pain and heat and recognition.

Wolverine.

Molten tears rolled down her face.

The metal hardened and compressed her heart.