Sorry it's been soooo long. Thanks for all your review and your patience!
I know I'm trying. I hope you all enjoy this chapter like you've enjoyed
the others. The Acolytes should be making an appearance someday soon.
Chapter Nine- Understanding
"Why'd you do that!" Scott demanded as they walked down the darkened hall. Glancing around the hallway. At the peeling flowery blue wallpaper, the chipped white doors, and the rusty hinges of the dusty doors. At the bronze numbers, long since lost their sheen. At the creaking floorboards beneath his feet, there were no answers here. All the answers lay in numero cinqont: number fifty. Not in this excuse for a building. "That was Kitty!"
"I know." Logan answered calmly. He strode away down the hall, floorboards creaking beneath his feet. 'I know.' Running his fingers tiredly through shaggy black hair, greasy to his touch. And Scott noticed the tired lines on Logan's face. For the first time. "I know! But we can't make her tell us about her past. About the five years of hell she's endured. She and Rogue." He paused, a strained expression shadowing his normally gruff lines. Dark eyes fixed ahead. 'Why she hates us.' "You must have noticed."
"Of course I did Logan!" Waspishly, Scott ran his fingers through dark brown hair. "I just don't know." He sighed. 'Is Rogue that bitter, that full of hatred.' Kitty's piercing blue eyes, burning holes through his own. Like she could see into his very soul. Shuddering slightly, Scott pulled his black jacket closer. 'I hope not.' But then Rogue was never half as forgiving. Letting her hatred devouring her. After all, she'd been partly responsible for her mother's death. Mystique.Apocalypse. 'Apocalypse.' Was he involved? Scott glanced at Logan.
Logan snorted. "Why? That should be fairly obvious." Scott frowned, his red gaze seeking solace in the peeling walls and faded flowery paper. "She's been to hell and back." He paused, "One eye, did you make out the markings on her arms?" His gruff tone shifting slightly, like a lion feeling the earth beneath his paws. "Just below the shoulder."
"Yeah.yeah they looked like tiny dots."
Logan sighed, glancing back at the closed door. 'Thought so.' Fingering the tiny scars on his own shoulder, two tiny round circles. 'Area 49.' He thought. 'Weapon X.' Suppressing a small shudder traveling up his spine, he mumbled. "Canada."
"What?" Scott asked, beneath his shades eyes widening. "Canada?" 'Canada, Logan was experimented on in Canada.' Logan stood stock still, his entire body tensed as if he were petrified. A low growl rumbled from his throat. Claws unsheathed, with a roar he spun, ramming his fist into the wooden wall, and with a slow drawn out pleasure, he jerked his arm down. 'This can't be possible.'
"They were in Canada!" Logan roared, eyes snapping up. "Bloody hell boy! Do you know what this means!"
"Your not alone?" Scott asked sheepishly. Shrugging his shoulders he shivered beneath Logan's contempt filled gaze. Stiffening his back slightly, he said. "According to Colony records many of the refugees traveled to Canada after the Wars. It was a new American West. Thousands traveled." Flicking out his touch pad, he began filing through the logs.
Logan growled. "Don't be stupid boy!" Shaking his shaggy black mane, he became submersed in his own thoughts. 'Those two circular dots on her shoulder.they're identical to mine.Canada...it all fits. A government funded program? No! Private. But who? They must have been kidnapped, during the Wars. Damn! Five, ten years of torture. Experiments.poor Kitty.no wonder she said she was dead.'
"Yes.I knew her. But she's like been long dead."
'Dead. That part of her must have died.'
"Logan? What are we going to do?" Scott asked.
Logan laughed, his voice coarse, gruff, and harsh. "We're going to have a chat with dear Kat Pryde."
Then the ground beneath their feet began to shake and rock. Out of the door of room number fifty burst Kat. Carrying a long lean sniper gun on her shoulder, and muttering a long string of curse words, she brushed past them. She paused after she passed them, hiding her confusion behind a brittle mask. 'Weren't they like long gone?' She thought to herself.
"Care for a little help." Logan asked. "Like old times?"
Kat bit her lip. She needed it. She knew her limits. 'I can't like manage Lance's gang all on my own.' Much as she hated to admit it. 'There are too many.' But did she want things to be like old times? She shuddered, her insides quivering, and her mind screaming NO at the thought. She could manage alone. She was trained to do things alone. She could do it. Then the memories flooded her.Asteroid M.Lance.Toad.Blob.Magneto.Pietro...the days of Apocalypse.the Wars.the faces haunting her dreams.the green light.the white suits.the serum.the needles.bubbling water.black lines. "No!" She screamed, clawing at her temples. "No! No, no, no, like get out of my head." Falling to the floor, writhing. She could feel them getting closer.the dead. "Get away from me." She could feel Logan's cool fingers pressing on her shoulder. Hear him shouting.
"Scott! You know what to do!" Then there was darkness.and bright green light.
Chapter Nine- Understanding
"Why'd you do that!" Scott demanded as they walked down the darkened hall. Glancing around the hallway. At the peeling flowery blue wallpaper, the chipped white doors, and the rusty hinges of the dusty doors. At the bronze numbers, long since lost their sheen. At the creaking floorboards beneath his feet, there were no answers here. All the answers lay in numero cinqont: number fifty. Not in this excuse for a building. "That was Kitty!"
"I know." Logan answered calmly. He strode away down the hall, floorboards creaking beneath his feet. 'I know.' Running his fingers tiredly through shaggy black hair, greasy to his touch. And Scott noticed the tired lines on Logan's face. For the first time. "I know! But we can't make her tell us about her past. About the five years of hell she's endured. She and Rogue." He paused, a strained expression shadowing his normally gruff lines. Dark eyes fixed ahead. 'Why she hates us.' "You must have noticed."
"Of course I did Logan!" Waspishly, Scott ran his fingers through dark brown hair. "I just don't know." He sighed. 'Is Rogue that bitter, that full of hatred.' Kitty's piercing blue eyes, burning holes through his own. Like she could see into his very soul. Shuddering slightly, Scott pulled his black jacket closer. 'I hope not.' But then Rogue was never half as forgiving. Letting her hatred devouring her. After all, she'd been partly responsible for her mother's death. Mystique.Apocalypse. 'Apocalypse.' Was he involved? Scott glanced at Logan.
Logan snorted. "Why? That should be fairly obvious." Scott frowned, his red gaze seeking solace in the peeling walls and faded flowery paper. "She's been to hell and back." He paused, "One eye, did you make out the markings on her arms?" His gruff tone shifting slightly, like a lion feeling the earth beneath his paws. "Just below the shoulder."
"Yeah.yeah they looked like tiny dots."
Logan sighed, glancing back at the closed door. 'Thought so.' Fingering the tiny scars on his own shoulder, two tiny round circles. 'Area 49.' He thought. 'Weapon X.' Suppressing a small shudder traveling up his spine, he mumbled. "Canada."
"What?" Scott asked, beneath his shades eyes widening. "Canada?" 'Canada, Logan was experimented on in Canada.' Logan stood stock still, his entire body tensed as if he were petrified. A low growl rumbled from his throat. Claws unsheathed, with a roar he spun, ramming his fist into the wooden wall, and with a slow drawn out pleasure, he jerked his arm down. 'This can't be possible.'
"They were in Canada!" Logan roared, eyes snapping up. "Bloody hell boy! Do you know what this means!"
"Your not alone?" Scott asked sheepishly. Shrugging his shoulders he shivered beneath Logan's contempt filled gaze. Stiffening his back slightly, he said. "According to Colony records many of the refugees traveled to Canada after the Wars. It was a new American West. Thousands traveled." Flicking out his touch pad, he began filing through the logs.
Logan growled. "Don't be stupid boy!" Shaking his shaggy black mane, he became submersed in his own thoughts. 'Those two circular dots on her shoulder.they're identical to mine.Canada...it all fits. A government funded program? No! Private. But who? They must have been kidnapped, during the Wars. Damn! Five, ten years of torture. Experiments.poor Kitty.no wonder she said she was dead.'
"Yes.I knew her. But she's like been long dead."
'Dead. That part of her must have died.'
"Logan? What are we going to do?" Scott asked.
Logan laughed, his voice coarse, gruff, and harsh. "We're going to have a chat with dear Kat Pryde."
Then the ground beneath their feet began to shake and rock. Out of the door of room number fifty burst Kat. Carrying a long lean sniper gun on her shoulder, and muttering a long string of curse words, she brushed past them. She paused after she passed them, hiding her confusion behind a brittle mask. 'Weren't they like long gone?' She thought to herself.
"Care for a little help." Logan asked. "Like old times?"
Kat bit her lip. She needed it. She knew her limits. 'I can't like manage Lance's gang all on my own.' Much as she hated to admit it. 'There are too many.' But did she want things to be like old times? She shuddered, her insides quivering, and her mind screaming NO at the thought. She could manage alone. She was trained to do things alone. She could do it. Then the memories flooded her.Asteroid M.Lance.Toad.Blob.Magneto.Pietro...the days of Apocalypse.the Wars.the faces haunting her dreams.the green light.the white suits.the serum.the needles.bubbling water.black lines. "No!" She screamed, clawing at her temples. "No! No, no, no, like get out of my head." Falling to the floor, writhing. She could feel them getting closer.the dead. "Get away from me." She could feel Logan's cool fingers pressing on her shoulder. Hear him shouting.
"Scott! You know what to do!" Then there was darkness.and bright green light.