Title: Save Me

Author: Tasa-chan

Email: chibi_soap@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I own Kaylee, and the unimportant people in this chapter, but that's it

Feedback: Pretty please??

Rating: PG-13, may change later.

Warnings: language, descriptive (slightly) deaths...


Save Me 3

"Another day, another hell within
Yesterday's sorrows come creeping by
Soon to remind me of tomorrow's lies"

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"Well." Logan said, setting the truck in park. "Here it is. You want me t' walk you in or something?" He watched Kaylee fiddle with the zipper on her jacket. A flimsy thing really, that jacket, he didn't really see a point in wearing it.

"Would you?" she asked him, her voice was barely above a whisper. Logan did a half-smile and shook his head.

"Sure." He opened his door and went around to hers. He opened her door for her and picked up her backpack. Kaylee thanked him and hopped out.


It looked like a hospital, outside and inside too. Kaylee followed him up to a registration desk. The receptionist looked up and smiled. She looked pretty nice, light brown hair pulled back into a loose bun. She was middle-aged, and a little overweight. "Do you have your health card, dear?" Kaylee nodded and dug it out of her bag. She swiped it and looked up at Logan while the receptionist went through her information.

"Katherine Lee Rutterson?" Kaylee nodded. "Birth date?" Kaylee told her. The lady typed some more and sat back. The printer beside her clicked on and began printing pages.

"Alright. Here, take this," the lady said, handing her the printouts, "and go into room 114." The lady pointed down a long corridor.

"Thanks." Logan said, heading off in the pointed direction, Kaylee following beside him.

Logan spoke up, "I'll leave as soon as I'm certain you're okay. I mean, I am sorta responsible for you." He looked down at her, fidgeting with that zipper again. She was wearing jeans, despite the unbearable heat outside, and a deep red t-shirt.

"Thank-you, for everything." Kaylee said. "I mean, you didn't have to pick me up and drive me here..." Logan just made a grunting noise and shook his head. "I told you, it was nothing. I couldn't let you walk all the way here. Who knows what kind of psycho could have picked you up?"

He turned and opened a door, walking inside and looking around first. Kaylee timidly followed him in. She walked over to the examination table thing and climbed up on it, laying down on the fresh paper pulled out over it. She watched Logan lean against the wall. He looked at the door, and his eyes began to droop.

"I'm gonna take a little nap now.." she sleepily muttered. Her eyes drifted closed and she heard him yawn loudly. The room lazily faded into a dreamy blackness around her.


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"Ow..." Kaylee moaned. She tried to sit up, but her muscles wouldn't obey. She tried to move her hands, but could barely get those to move at all. Her whole body hurt. She managed to tilt her head upwards and look around through her limited vision. She was laying crumpled up on her side, in what seemed to be a cage. The floor was cold and metallic. She tried to call out, but could only muster a moan. It hurt so bad... sleep... yeah sleep sounded good right now. Really good... Her eyelids began drifting downwards again when the moving sensation stopped. She heard banging noises and voices, outside. Sleep sounded so nice right now....

"Yeah. Two of them? I've only got one registration sheet...?" someone outside asked. Kaylee's eyes closed the rest of the way. "What should we do with him?" Another voice asked. Everything faded out again, into a black swirl, pulling Kaylee with it.


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She woke up on a stingy, flat mattress. It was pushed up against the cold, cement wall. There was only an old-looking blanket at the end of the bed. Sitting up and looking around, She shivered and pulled her jacket closer around her. There was no window, so she didn't know if it was night or day, let alone which day it was.

"Logan?" she called out, shivering again. She stood up and walked to the door, holding her arms tightly round herself. She had to stand on her tip-toes to peek out the window on the door. Seeing nothing but another cement wall, and another door across the hall, diagonal from her own.

"Hey!" She cried out, banging on the door with her fists.

"Somebody!? Can anybody hear me?!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, praying for an answer. "Hello?!" She tried again, kicking the metal door.

"Shut up down there!" Someone ordered harshly. Kaylee scowled and kicked her door again. She walked back to her mattress and sat down, putting her head in her hands. What had she gotten herself into? What had happened to Logan? Did he come here too? She couldn't even remember what had happened after she had gone into the clinic. It was all hazy...


A quiet plink shook her out of her thoughts. It was followed by another plink... and another.... Kaylee looked up and spotted a small toilet and a sink. She watched another water drop fall down into the metal sink. Slowly, Kaylee got up and walked over to the sink, her anger growing with each soft plink.

"It's all your fault." Kaylee muttered under her breath. "Stupid mutation.... it's all your fault..." She muttered again, turning the tap on as much as it would. Water gushed out, flying all over the small cell, shooting at the door and walls. Her anger grew even more and she kicked the wall in frustration. The water picked up speed, and flew straight at the door. It burst out with a ripping sound, and crashed into the wall across the way. Little holes were forming in the walls as water droplets gathered up speed and shot straight through them. Kaylee could hear footsteps running in her direction, and shouts growing louder. Everything faded again and she collapsed to the ground.


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Footsteps, coming down the hallway to her cell. That's the only way she knew it was morning once again. She couldn't count how many mornings had started like this, nor did she care anymore. Life was pointless. Keys at her door rattled against one another as they were pulled out of a pocket and inserted into a keyhole. Every morning she would be brought food, if that is what they called it. It was more like processed gray mush. A few times she had been pulled from her bed and dragged down the hallways. Once or twice she had passed others, standing at their door, peering out the peepholes at her. Most of the time she would be pulled right to the office. They asked her questions about her mutation, although they didn't need to, it was quite obvious to everyone what it was, considering the fit she took her first day here.

"Sit." Her guard ordered. She obeyed. She had been moved to a room without a sink, and with an air-pressure toilet like they had in airplanes. She wasn't even allowed to shower, they made her wash with a damp cloth. They only brought her near water when they wanted to experiment with her, but there were always guards just waiting to shoot her if she ever tried something.


The guard wandered away and she looked around. A new escape plan bubbled up in her mind. They always did, but she'd never carried them out. It had become almost an obsession to her, to escape. It was something to think about when she wanted to give up.

"Yes sir... " she heard her guard say to someone in the next room. "transferred, sir?..." Probably talking about a new mutant they had gotten. "Are you sure? She might... yes, sir."


The guard came back out and grabbed her harshly by the arm. He dragged her after him. But, this wasn't any hallway she had seen before.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked coldly.

"To a new cell." The guard answered back. Kaylee was about to ask why when he continued. "Just got a new shipment of mutant filth. Need to start doubling you guys up. When we get enough, the real fun begins." He gripped her arm tightly as he pulled out his keys and unlocked a door. She was shoved inside and the door was shut before she hit the ground, face first.


"Kaylee!" She heard. Said person sat up, and brushed her hair behind her ear. She opened her eyes, and met that pair of brown eyes staring back at her.

"L... Logan?" She couldn't believe it! He smiled and nodded. "Logan!" She cried again, leaping into his arms. "Logan! I was so scared! I didn't know what they did to you!!" She exclaimed. He gently pushed her back and examined her face.

"Your nose..." Kaylee reached up and touched it, feeling a stinging pain, and a warm wetness there. "Ow." She simply stated.

Logan pulled her hand back and smiled kindly at her. "Can't really clean it up properly, can we?" He muttered, ripping off a strip from the bottom of his shirt and dabbing her nose gently with it. She tried not to wince, but she obviously did, because he stopped dabbing her nose.


"Sorry." He whispered, lowering his hand and letting the cloth strip drop to the dirty floor.

"No, Logan, You shouldn't be sorry... I'm the one that got you dragged here in the first place..." Kaylee told him. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, straightening it. "I mean, how stupid can a girl get?" She asked, "I mean, I actually thought that someone actually had... a /cure/ for this."

Logan grabbed her hands up and lowered his head down closer to her. Close enough, so that their foreheads were touching.

"Hey, hey. Don't you go about, putting yourself down." He reassured her, "nothing, you hear me? Nothing is your fault. You couldn't have known this would have happened. So don't blame yourself. We're gonna get out of here. I promise you that."


They stood like that for a while. Her arms around his neck, his on her waist. Him resting his forehead on her own. Both with their eyes closed. They could hear voices down the hall, calling out for someone, anyone, to hear. Kaylee frowned and made a small noise in the back of her throat. Logan made soothing sounds and pulled her down onto the bed. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her.

"Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." Kaylee nodded against his chest and snuggled up closer before drifting off into sleep.



Several days later, the guards had barely bothered with either of them. They could hear new voices in their hallway. The mutant across the hall sometimes chatted to them in the night. Her name was Allison, she was young, twelve at the most. She said her mom had sent her to live with her dad, who'd never cared about her anyways, when she found out. Allison just didn't get off at the stop she was supposed to, she didn't want to. She'd wandered into this place and they'd locked her up. She told Kaylee that she was afraid of the dark because that's when her mutation showed. Her skin glowed in the dark.


"Logan?" Kaylee's soft voice called to him one afternoon. She was sitting cross-legged on the small bed. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, down to her elbows. He was slowly pacing in the small cell. The concrete walls only agitating him further.

"Yes?"

"Why do you think we're here?" He stopped his pacing to look at her. Her eyes were big, ....scared.

"I don't know," was his reply. He stepped towards her and froze. He could hear footsteps coming towards their door.


She watched him stare at the door, her heart rate began to speed up. "What's wrong?"

'snikt' the claws released themselves, causing her to jump.

"Logan?!" He jerked and fell to the floor. A soft moan escaped his lips. She spotted the tranquilizer dart sticking in his neck

"Logan!" She watched the door burst open and one of the guards come for her. "Logan!!" She screeched louder, trying to wake him. The guard covered her mouth and dragged her out of the cell and into the hall. The second guard shut and bolted the door after them. Kaylee struggled as hard as she could, but she was held fast, being dragged down hallway after hallway. They pulled her into a medical room with white walls and metal equipment. Bright lights stung her eyes.

"Sit." A gruff voice ordered. She glared at him and he guy pushed her down into the chair while the other one held her down. "How much, do you think?" the first guard asked, searching through cupboards and drawers.

"Oh, maybe 6? Just enough to keep her from movin' around." The one holding her down replied. Kaylee watched the guard grab a syringe and a bottle of something.


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She was shoved into the room again. But this time was different. She didn't get up, she didn't even move.

"Kaylee?" Logan asked, unsure if it even /was/ her or not. His eyes telling him that no, this wasn't Kaylee. Couldn't be, but his nose saying it had to be. He rushed forward and bent down in front of her. He picked her up and pulled her towards him. "Kaylee, what'd they do to you?" he asked again. He looked at her beautiful paled face, lightly splashed with freckles. Her long hair was gone. Cut unevenly around her ears. Some chunks shorter, and some longer. Her coat was also gone, her t-shirt too, leaving her in only a bra. Her pants had been cut into ridiculously short shorts. Her socks and shoes had also disappeared. Logan looked back at her face and watched her eyes slowly open, trailing up to his face.


"Logan?" Her voice was all but a whimper. Tears shined in her eyes. She sobbed and Logan pulled her into a deep hug.


"God, Kaylee, what did they do to you?" He asked when her shakes had calmed down, her breath hitching lass and less frequently. She looked up at him. At those warm, brown eyes. And the story just rushed out of her. Everything. How they'd injected her with something that made her numb, but not unconscious. How they'd cut her hair saying it was in their way, revealing shiny blue scales along her neck that she had been trying to hide. How her clothes had been cut so that they could examine the scales she had concealed on her knees and elbows and shoulders. And finally, how they had burned her with a strange metal tool on her back.


"Can I see it?" Logan asked when her story had stopped, and she had pulled away from him. She nodded slightly and turned her back to him. Right there, blinding blackish-red numbers and letters burned into the skin just below the nape of her neck glowed at him from her pale skin.

"What does it say?" She asked. He read it to her. 'Tsunami. 443-14-258.'


Her upper back and lower neck burned and stung with every movement she made. Her eyes began to well up with tears again. Logan shushed her with a gentle, reassuring kiss just above the brand and a quiet, "It'll be okay, Kaylee... shh. I promise you they'll never hurt you again..." He stood up and stripped off one his shirts, handing it to her. She softly took it and slipped it on, buttoning it up and pushing up the sleeves. It was too big, but it was better than being in such a state of undress. He lifted her up onto the bed and lay down beside her.

"Sleep, okay? I'll be right here when you wake up."


But he wasn't.


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Lyrical quote: "Captured" by Unleashed.


A very big thank you to everyone out there who has commented on my story, it's you who have kept me going this far ^_^; (believe me, it still has a long ways to go!) I really thought no one would like this story when I started it!


Special thanks goes out to:

BadBoyLover, Rogue, Jennifer, boredwithreality, and Galit ^_^!


~Tasa