Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora. Plot is
mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 9
Dismal surroundings. Dim lights pointing firmly at face. Water around, tinted. A voice. Whirring. Pain. Trapped. Can't get out. Last bit of whirring. Too much pain. Break free. Kill. Hurt. All.
Choked gasps emitted from Logan's throat as he lay flat upon his bed, one hand grabbing madly at the pillow beside him, legs tugging to try and get out of the duvet he had managed to get tangled in. Closed eyelids fluttered gently, moonlight streaked over them from the window which framed a clear night sky. Stars twinkled merrily at Logan who continued to grunt and twitch.
Escaped. Wet. Running through corridors, camera's following me. Past cages. Cages? All are empty but one. A new inhabitant. Young girl is chained to wall in a dark cell. Her hair damp and hung miserably over her bowed head. One bare hand is free of any instruments. Other blooded with erect claws. Running. Need exit. Door. Exit. Free. The dream finished by the usual bloodcurdling scream as the bloodied hands, which bore new claws, were drawn to inspection upon Logan's face.
Eye's shot open, blinking madly and looking around the room. Breathing heavy. Rattling at his throat. He sat up, still panting. A shaking hand rubbed gently over his forehead, sweating. Logan pulled himself free of the duvet and stood. The duvet sank back down, it's antics of entrapment defeated.
Logan walked through into his bathroom. The light been flicked on as an instinct as he entered. Eye's narrowed at the blinding light, a small grunt from Logan. He sunk over to the mirror, palms resting on the sink basin that sat beneath this mirror. Logan ran the water, rubbing the cool liquid over his face and neck, sighing softly. He stared impulsively at his reflection, going over this dream. There had been something different in it. His expression faltered as he remembered. He spun from the bathroom, light fading away. A random shirt was shoved over broad chest and he set off out of his room down the eerie silent corridor to lift.
Doors opened to a much brighter corridor, metallic silver bore walls and floor, bright lights shining. Bare feet passed silently over the reflective surface. Only noise was his heavy pants as he walked hurriedly.
As he moved to a set of double doors to his left, they opened obligingly and he stepped inside. The lab. The room was dim, save for a few lights that lined the surrounding walls. Aurora was now upon a one of the beds that lined a room behind this. He went through the archway, sniffing cautiously as usual.
He stepped over, bare feet ever silent and softly placed against the floor naturally. He sat down heavily on the bed beside hers. Brow shifting to a deep frown. From his position he studied her carefully, contemplating. A soft gasp came from her, eyelids twitching. Beaded sweat ran down from her temples. There was no doubt about it. She was the girl in his dream.
Logan frowned and leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, watching her with a softened expression. She slowed her movements. Her eyes opened blearily, coming into focus at a large silhouette sat before her. She let out a scream, a short one, but still heartedly. Logan leaned in suddenly, his shadowed face coming into light from a lamp on her table, "I'm not that scary." He muttered softly, brow rising playfully.
Aurora gave a soft series of gasps otherwise it was heavy breathing. She pushed herself up, leaning against the headboard. Her left arm remained hidden beneath the duvet. "Sorry, you just made me jump." She looked at him inquisitively, "Why are you down here anyway?"
Logan sighed, leaning and flicking on the lamp that was made for the person that would be in the bed he was currently sat upon. This made their corner much brighter, and no longer in any shadow. He said nothing, not really knowing how to bring it about.
"Logan?"
He looked to her, coming straight out with it, "Aurora, do you remember anything about Alkali Lake?"
She gave him a rather fierce glare before she answered, not pleased with the topic choice, "Yes, I remember everything."
Logan blinked. That was a shock, "Everything?" His head bowed, "My memory was wiped clean of it. I keep remembering most of it in dreams though."
Aurora was the one to looked a little shocked now, "I keep having dreams to, though my memory wasn't modified. I probably wasn't there long enough. I've only been there for a few years."
Logan frowned now, head tilting. 'Wait... She was in my dream that showed me stuff that was 15 years ago. I found her, straight from an experiment. She's been in there longer than that.'
Aurora watched him still, "What is it?"
Logan shook his head firmly, but sorrowfully, "I'm afraid you've been in longer than that. 15 years in fact."
Aurora gave a soft chuckle, "No. I haven't. I think I'd kn - "
"You had your memory modified!"
"Modified?"
"Yes, he had ways of controlling mutants, did it to a few I know, Kurt, Scott, even Magneto. You will have had no memory of the longer time you have been there."
Aurora gave a soft gasp, her eyes closing as tears began to run from her shut lids.
"Hey. come on." He said softly, giving her right arm a reassuring pat, "It's over now. You're out of there."
She looked to him, sniffing gently.
He gave a warm smile, trying to assure her, "You're out." He repeated, "Now you can stay here if you want. That's what I did. Better than what I used to do."
She still looked miserable.
"Come on, as soon as you get right again you could look into developing that skill to yours." He said softly, pointing gently where the gash would have been from Alkali Lake, "The healing."
Aurora shook her head gently, "I don't understand how I got that mutation. My original is nothing to do with it. All I remember is he injecting something to me, saying how this would help me survive the procedures. Saying how one of his friends offered to help."
Logan now stared at her, his mind being polluted with new memories. Stryker jeering down at him, holding a syringe provocatively, his words, "Now... You are volunteering to help me aren't you? Helping me with that ghastly mutation of yours, but nevertheless helpful."
"Logan?" What is it?" She asked softly, staring up to him with a worried expression.
He growled softly, staring at her, "He gave you my mutation, my genes..." He muttered, "So you wouldn't die from what he was giving you."
Aurora watched him with an expression that slowly sank to small disbelief, "God." She looked down, eyes closing, "It's all coming back to me, inside my mind. I can see it..."
Logan opened his mouth to speak then stopped. Head turned. His ears twitching softly. His eyes widened and nostrils flared, sniffing softly.
Aurora had appeared to have noticed something too, eyes staring upwards at the ceiling, "Someone up there.."
"I don't recognise the smell." He muttered, still sniffing. He stood, moving over to the door silently.
Aurora shifted, moving to climb out of the bed. Logan turned, "No! Stay there!"
"But I can help you."
"You'll probably kill yourself, your body needs to rest." He muttered, turning back to the door and exiting as it opened automatically.
Logan reached the upper level, stepping cautiously out of the lift. Nostrils sniffed, head turning and eyes scanning the dark corridors. Gentle footsteps alerted his ears and he streaked down the corridor at a running paces. Bare feet thumping at the floor in silence as they tread.
He turned a corner and spotted a slim figure stood down by the window, a long way down the corridor silhouetted by the moonlight that shone through. It turned towards Logan, its hands spreading and claws growing from fingernails.
Logan frowned, gasping softly as he breathed. Yuriko? But that was impossible, he killed her... she got pumped full of adimatium.
Logan straightened, walking into her view. He growled and spread hands; a sleek sound as metal struck past one another as they ripped through is flesh and stood bare, glinting in the moonlight. He growled softly, bowed head sending a fierce gaze you her, "You.." He hissed softly.
Her eyes narrowed, her hands spreading ready to attack, "Me.." She smirked faintly, moonlight catching the dimples that lifted with her cheeks, "That adimantium you gave me was a real boost." She whispered, "Care to feel?"
Logan stood deadly still, frowning still over to her, breathing heavily. Her palms rose in front of Logan, still a good 30 ft from each other. Logan waited with bated breath, not expecting anything.
Her palm split open as if a sleek wound has just being pulled open, out of the gap shot two discs of a 6cm diameter, spiked with serrated edges. They came flying forwards to Logan who watched in astonishment. In defence he rose a clawed hand, attempting to knock them out of the air. His claws hit the discs one after the other, which struck off the claws and cut straight through the concrete wall and spun off outside.
He continued to glare back over to her.
"Adimantium, it was a real boost." She repeated. "Magneto put me right. You made me quite a weapon Wolverine." She jeered softly, smirking, "You created me, Orion." She stretched her old claws that were still in her fingertips, their sound clicking awfully.
He let out a growl, watching her still. She then took a run up, palms then letting out two more discs. The discs came flying towards him, slicing through the air and next intending to do the same to his flesh. Not only that, behind the flying weapons ran Orion, all claws stretched and making way for Logan.
In a mad rush for assistance he through back his head and roared throughout the building, the sound was a mad howl, crushed with emotions for help. It was a mix between a cry and a roar. It did the trick for all over the building, bodies awoke with a jolt.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 9
Dismal surroundings. Dim lights pointing firmly at face. Water around, tinted. A voice. Whirring. Pain. Trapped. Can't get out. Last bit of whirring. Too much pain. Break free. Kill. Hurt. All.
Choked gasps emitted from Logan's throat as he lay flat upon his bed, one hand grabbing madly at the pillow beside him, legs tugging to try and get out of the duvet he had managed to get tangled in. Closed eyelids fluttered gently, moonlight streaked over them from the window which framed a clear night sky. Stars twinkled merrily at Logan who continued to grunt and twitch.
Escaped. Wet. Running through corridors, camera's following me. Past cages. Cages? All are empty but one. A new inhabitant. Young girl is chained to wall in a dark cell. Her hair damp and hung miserably over her bowed head. One bare hand is free of any instruments. Other blooded with erect claws. Running. Need exit. Door. Exit. Free. The dream finished by the usual bloodcurdling scream as the bloodied hands, which bore new claws, were drawn to inspection upon Logan's face.
Eye's shot open, blinking madly and looking around the room. Breathing heavy. Rattling at his throat. He sat up, still panting. A shaking hand rubbed gently over his forehead, sweating. Logan pulled himself free of the duvet and stood. The duvet sank back down, it's antics of entrapment defeated.
Logan walked through into his bathroom. The light been flicked on as an instinct as he entered. Eye's narrowed at the blinding light, a small grunt from Logan. He sunk over to the mirror, palms resting on the sink basin that sat beneath this mirror. Logan ran the water, rubbing the cool liquid over his face and neck, sighing softly. He stared impulsively at his reflection, going over this dream. There had been something different in it. His expression faltered as he remembered. He spun from the bathroom, light fading away. A random shirt was shoved over broad chest and he set off out of his room down the eerie silent corridor to lift.
Doors opened to a much brighter corridor, metallic silver bore walls and floor, bright lights shining. Bare feet passed silently over the reflective surface. Only noise was his heavy pants as he walked hurriedly.
As he moved to a set of double doors to his left, they opened obligingly and he stepped inside. The lab. The room was dim, save for a few lights that lined the surrounding walls. Aurora was now upon a one of the beds that lined a room behind this. He went through the archway, sniffing cautiously as usual.
He stepped over, bare feet ever silent and softly placed against the floor naturally. He sat down heavily on the bed beside hers. Brow shifting to a deep frown. From his position he studied her carefully, contemplating. A soft gasp came from her, eyelids twitching. Beaded sweat ran down from her temples. There was no doubt about it. She was the girl in his dream.
Logan frowned and leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, watching her with a softened expression. She slowed her movements. Her eyes opened blearily, coming into focus at a large silhouette sat before her. She let out a scream, a short one, but still heartedly. Logan leaned in suddenly, his shadowed face coming into light from a lamp on her table, "I'm not that scary." He muttered softly, brow rising playfully.
Aurora gave a soft series of gasps otherwise it was heavy breathing. She pushed herself up, leaning against the headboard. Her left arm remained hidden beneath the duvet. "Sorry, you just made me jump." She looked at him inquisitively, "Why are you down here anyway?"
Logan sighed, leaning and flicking on the lamp that was made for the person that would be in the bed he was currently sat upon. This made their corner much brighter, and no longer in any shadow. He said nothing, not really knowing how to bring it about.
"Logan?"
He looked to her, coming straight out with it, "Aurora, do you remember anything about Alkali Lake?"
She gave him a rather fierce glare before she answered, not pleased with the topic choice, "Yes, I remember everything."
Logan blinked. That was a shock, "Everything?" His head bowed, "My memory was wiped clean of it. I keep remembering most of it in dreams though."
Aurora was the one to looked a little shocked now, "I keep having dreams to, though my memory wasn't modified. I probably wasn't there long enough. I've only been there for a few years."
Logan frowned now, head tilting. 'Wait... She was in my dream that showed me stuff that was 15 years ago. I found her, straight from an experiment. She's been in there longer than that.'
Aurora watched him still, "What is it?"
Logan shook his head firmly, but sorrowfully, "I'm afraid you've been in longer than that. 15 years in fact."
Aurora gave a soft chuckle, "No. I haven't. I think I'd kn - "
"You had your memory modified!"
"Modified?"
"Yes, he had ways of controlling mutants, did it to a few I know, Kurt, Scott, even Magneto. You will have had no memory of the longer time you have been there."
Aurora gave a soft gasp, her eyes closing as tears began to run from her shut lids.
"Hey. come on." He said softly, giving her right arm a reassuring pat, "It's over now. You're out of there."
She looked to him, sniffing gently.
He gave a warm smile, trying to assure her, "You're out." He repeated, "Now you can stay here if you want. That's what I did. Better than what I used to do."
She still looked miserable.
"Come on, as soon as you get right again you could look into developing that skill to yours." He said softly, pointing gently where the gash would have been from Alkali Lake, "The healing."
Aurora shook her head gently, "I don't understand how I got that mutation. My original is nothing to do with it. All I remember is he injecting something to me, saying how this would help me survive the procedures. Saying how one of his friends offered to help."
Logan now stared at her, his mind being polluted with new memories. Stryker jeering down at him, holding a syringe provocatively, his words, "Now... You are volunteering to help me aren't you? Helping me with that ghastly mutation of yours, but nevertheless helpful."
"Logan?" What is it?" She asked softly, staring up to him with a worried expression.
He growled softly, staring at her, "He gave you my mutation, my genes..." He muttered, "So you wouldn't die from what he was giving you."
Aurora watched him with an expression that slowly sank to small disbelief, "God." She looked down, eyes closing, "It's all coming back to me, inside my mind. I can see it..."
Logan opened his mouth to speak then stopped. Head turned. His ears twitching softly. His eyes widened and nostrils flared, sniffing softly.
Aurora had appeared to have noticed something too, eyes staring upwards at the ceiling, "Someone up there.."
"I don't recognise the smell." He muttered, still sniffing. He stood, moving over to the door silently.
Aurora shifted, moving to climb out of the bed. Logan turned, "No! Stay there!"
"But I can help you."
"You'll probably kill yourself, your body needs to rest." He muttered, turning back to the door and exiting as it opened automatically.
Logan reached the upper level, stepping cautiously out of the lift. Nostrils sniffed, head turning and eyes scanning the dark corridors. Gentle footsteps alerted his ears and he streaked down the corridor at a running paces. Bare feet thumping at the floor in silence as they tread.
He turned a corner and spotted a slim figure stood down by the window, a long way down the corridor silhouetted by the moonlight that shone through. It turned towards Logan, its hands spreading and claws growing from fingernails.
Logan frowned, gasping softly as he breathed. Yuriko? But that was impossible, he killed her... she got pumped full of adimatium.
Logan straightened, walking into her view. He growled and spread hands; a sleek sound as metal struck past one another as they ripped through is flesh and stood bare, glinting in the moonlight. He growled softly, bowed head sending a fierce gaze you her, "You.." He hissed softly.
Her eyes narrowed, her hands spreading ready to attack, "Me.." She smirked faintly, moonlight catching the dimples that lifted with her cheeks, "That adimantium you gave me was a real boost." She whispered, "Care to feel?"
Logan stood deadly still, frowning still over to her, breathing heavily. Her palms rose in front of Logan, still a good 30 ft from each other. Logan waited with bated breath, not expecting anything.
Her palm split open as if a sleek wound has just being pulled open, out of the gap shot two discs of a 6cm diameter, spiked with serrated edges. They came flying forwards to Logan who watched in astonishment. In defence he rose a clawed hand, attempting to knock them out of the air. His claws hit the discs one after the other, which struck off the claws and cut straight through the concrete wall and spun off outside.
He continued to glare back over to her.
"Adimantium, it was a real boost." She repeated. "Magneto put me right. You made me quite a weapon Wolverine." She jeered softly, smirking, "You created me, Orion." She stretched her old claws that were still in her fingertips, their sound clicking awfully.
He let out a growl, watching her still. She then took a run up, palms then letting out two more discs. The discs came flying towards him, slicing through the air and next intending to do the same to his flesh. Not only that, behind the flying weapons ran Orion, all claws stretched and making way for Logan.
In a mad rush for assistance he through back his head and roared throughout the building, the sound was a mad howl, crushed with emotions for help. It was a mix between a cry and a roar. It did the trick for all over the building, bodies awoke with a jolt.
