Author's note: I am changing to POV a bit, otherwise the story would make NO sense! ::pats iLoVeLoGan's head:: thank you baby. I very much appreciate it!!

Disclaimer: I OWN EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD! I OWN! ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!!!! I OWN!! ::laughs insanely and white jacketed people walk over:: Come on Josie, time for your meds….

~*~*~ MARIE~*~*~

Marie opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was in a small room, that was white washed, with all black stone furniture. Nothing looked friendly or homely. It didn't help that her wedding dress, which has started the day out being beautiful, was now a dingy grey, stained with blood.

Marie tried to recall how the blood came to be on her dress, but her mind was drawing a blank. It only would send her images of the short man taking pictures. He was so kind, she knew that for a fact, but thinking back on him now. It made her mad at him. As if he did something awful. 

Lost in her own thoughts, Marie didn't notice that the door had been open and that there was a person standing in the frame. He cleared his throat and caught his prisoner's attention. Marie spun her head around and looked at the man. He was tall, with blonde hair, he smirked at her as he gave a mock bow.

"Welcome to my humble abode, my dear. Feeling well I presume?" His voice held a thread of sarcasm in it and Marie shuddered at the way his eyes caught and held hers. Those eyes were dead. No life what so ever in them.

"I'm fine enough to ask you were the hell I am, and if I don't get the answer I want. I'm also fine enough to kick that smile off of your damn face." Marie stood as best as she could. She noticed her legs hurt her, as if she had ran a hundred miles. Not only that, but her head was pounding.

"So, that attitude isn't just Wolverine's." Opening her mouth to reply, Marie suddenly realized that she was utterly alone. Yes there was an UGLY bastard in the room with her, but in her head she was alone. No Logan, no Kenzie, not even Magneto or her first boyfriend was there. Marie panicked, she hadn't been alone for sometime, and it was terrifying. "No doubt you are wondering where all of your little buddies have run off too. By the size of your pupils, I can see I'm right." His smirk grew and Marie felt her body go cold with fear, panic, and loneliness. She tried to make herself seem unafraid, to act as if he couldn't frighten her, but without Kenzie and Logan in her, this was impossible.

"I'm hiding you from Professor Xavier, so that his damn physic powers, and those of the whore, Jean Gray, will be unable to locate you. Surprisingly, this same effect keeps your "other personalities" from being able to speak, or take control of your body." Marie listened, still unaware of her location, of the time that had been stolen from her, and came up with an idea. Lunging forward she made a grab at his face.

The poor girl's thought, and efforts were there, but her body was so weak, and hurt, that she was slow, and clumsy, not at all the way she should be. The way she was with Logan in her. The man was able to side step her and slam his elbow into the back of her neck. Marie cried out in pain as her nerves sent messages of pain to her brain. He continued to kick her, calling her a "filthy mutant." Marie grabbed his foot and twisted as hard as she could.

"Damn you bitch! You will pay for th-"his words were cut off by those of younger looking girl. She grabbed Marie by the hair and shoved her back into the room.

"Leave her alone, she cannot be any more damnaged. We must obey the orders we have been given. Do you understand that?" Her voice held authority, as did her body language. Marie looked at her through slitted eyes, feigning to have passed out. She was only slightly surprised when the woman looked over at her.

"Do not attempt to leave, do not attempt to fight back, and you will be released. Just as soon as we run the rest of the tests. Do you understand?" Without waiting for an answer, she left.

~*~*~

The guard took another puff of his cigar and then looked out the bolted window. "It's a shame that the girl will have to die." He looked at his co-worker and shook his head. "Girl is a fine creature, for a mutant." His friend laughed and coughed.

"I wish you wouldn't smoke in here. It kills my lungs." Waving his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke he laughed. "Don't you know Johnson, if the child is able to have contact with her then she will be allowed to live long enough to care for it till the child be conditioned, and reformed to help with our cause." Johnson nodded and took another puff of his cigar. "Damnit Johnson, could you put that out?" Johnson shook his head and then walked over to the window, unbolted it and opened it, letting fresh air pour out, and the old carefully contained air pour out. "They said that we aren't allowed to open windows, the mansion isn't that far, what if HE smells the girl?"

Johnson shrugged. "Neither of us has been in her quarters today." He froze at the look of horror on the other man's face.

"I did."

~*~*~

Marie was stuck; there was no way out of this madhouse. There were no windows in any of the rooms she had been taken to. Taken in handcuffs, and with two guards on either side of her Which was good for them, they may have taken her strength, but she was still able to defend herself, thanks to Logan. There was never a moment when she was alone, save for when she was locked in her cage. A room they called it.

Looking around, Marie did admit to herself that it was better then the four walls, a floor and ceiling room she had been in before, but still it was a cage. There were three white walls, without windows or doors of course. The third wall was replaced by a plastic like wall that had a door that slid open only when a person who was authorized placed their hand on a panel beside the door. The room had a bed, a toilet, sink, tub and a small writing desk. She had paper and a 24 set box of markers. She thought back to when that someone had given her those.

"Markers? What the hell is this?" Marie held up the box. The person who brought them in smiled coldly.

"Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself with pencils or pens, now would we?"

These people were disgusting. They took blood from her on regular basis; they took a tissue sample, which hurt like hell. And worse of all, they wanted to test to see if any of her children would be immune to her mutation. Marie lay back on the bed and stared at the white ceiling. That was the worse part. She has been married to Logan for almost 4 months now, and she has never been with him. But now, thanks to science and these freaks Marie was looking to be a mother in less then 7 months.

They said that they were done taking blood from her for about 2 months, when normal blood samples for diseases would be need to make sure that her child was fine. That now the doctor would see her every day, and that she would be taken to exercise 3 times a week.

The sound of the door whooshing open startled Marie and she looked up. Her doctor, Dr. Brown, had walked in. "Good morning Rogue, feeling well today? No signs of morning sickness yet?" Rogue glared and the doctor asked again.

"None. When can I leave?" Her voice held contempt and she stood up and looked into the doctor's eyes.

"Not anytime soon dear. We need to keep you under observation. What would you do if your child were to lose it's immunity to you. Then what would you do?" Dr. Brown's voice was inquisitive, almost coy.

"I would be very happy." Marie kept her voice as uncaring as possible. Her visitor shook her head and glared at Marie.

"Rogue you do not need to be so cold to me my dear." She opened the bag that held all of the medical supplies and took out a thermometer. "It's fine sweetie, you know I won't hurt you." Marie nodded and, knowing that they could do this the hard or the easy way. She fought once, thinking that they wouldn't hurt her because they wanted the child, she was wrong. They had no problem hitting her over the head or nearly breaking her arms. Marie resigned herself to obeying what they said. There was no point in trying to fight them; there was no way that she was getting out of here. Logan hadn't found her, and with his senses, if he hadn't found her by now, then he wasn't going to. She only had one person to live for now. Marie placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

Her child.