Title: Broken
Disclaimer: The X-men are not mine…Review: Please!
Note: I'm Dutch so my grammar probably sucks…
Note 2: ****** = Change of time or place…….=Telepathic speech
Italics = Thoughts
~……~ = Dreams
*……* = Emphasis
I know this chapter is way too short and I'm sorry for that….
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The rest of the day passed off quietly. No villains or lost mutants on their doorsteps. Remy had spent the day training in the dangerroom, under supervision of The Fearless Leader himself, and cleaning the kitchen (which was a mess because Jubilee had made an attempt to bake pancakes). Ororo had been working in the greenhouse. And Logan? Logan was bored out of his mind. Some concerned teammates came to check on him but that was it. No dangerroom, no bar fights, no rides on his Harley.
That night Logan went to bed early. He took a hot shower, meditated and tried to relax. He fell a sleep soon, due to the lack of sleep from the past days. The medicines hadn't worked; he had only slept a few hours before his healingfactor made him wake up again.
The lack of sleep didn't harm him physically, but he was getting mentally exhausted. He was frustrated and scared at the same time. He always needed to be alert to control his inner beast. He could unintentionally hurt his friends, if he wasn't alert.
Scared also because of the scattered memories of the horrible time at Weapon X, that haunted him in his dreams.
~ He lay on a surgery table again, there were people this time. Or at least creatures that looked like people. Their faces were covered by masks and they didn't make a sound. They drew lines on his body. He panicked and tried to pull loose from the metal bounds on his wrists and ankles. He yelled, but they didn't respond. 'Let me go!! Don't do this! Please no!' They just ignored him and got surgery knives. He screamed when they started to cut along the lines they had just drew on him.
Everything went white. When his vision became clear again he was back in the dark, dirty cell where they had locked him up between the experiments. He looked at his body, now full of cuts and blood. He tried to wipe it off of him, but it was useless the blood was everywhere.
White…He was outside in the snow, soldiers everywhere, blood, claws.
White…A voice, 'Engage memory erase, now.', a burning pain in his head.
White…Outside again, a place strangely familiar, nothing but silence and peace this time. He didn't trust it. It was too silent. He's looking for something but he can't find it.
RED… a burning pain shoots through his body, he tries to move but he can't. Liquid, sticky, all around him. Tubes and wires connected to his skin. The pain was unbearable. His mind tells his body to faint, but it doesn't listen because of the drugs they pumped in it. He screams. NO!!~
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I told ya it was too short…. I warned ya….