Yeah another chapter, thanks to everyone that reviewed, again I don't own any of this, except Chal and the original ideas. I invented the legacy stuff as well, not the original idea; I just mutated it and made it evil.

Onto the wonderful people that read this Fic and respond:

MorriganFearn: hey chicky, yeah sorry about the name thing, seems that your user id is a spelling error, and some twit pushed the wrong button. My bad, sorry about that. Thank you for the review OMG it is soooooo long! X-men packet mix? Try Woolworth's on aisle ten, but hurry, stocks are limited and its first come first served. Thank you for the in-depth analysis of my chapter. It made me go back and read it, fyi, Logan was looking for saber tooth cause that's what he always seems to do, and it was a good excuse for him to be in the alley behind the club. But I liked the idea you drew from it, about killing and saving lives. Very cool. Bangs head against wall, yeah sorry I thought that part was too violent for Logan to do so I left it out. As always I have no idea what I'm about to type so this story could, can and probably will go any which way. Thank you for the kudos, they were crunchy, and the dust bunnies were delicious, remind me later to give you a recipe for dust bunny soup. Its scrummy and high in bouncy. Thanks again for the review, I give you three reviewers stars (out of five,) and a packet of X-man plot muffin mix! Ahh the little plot muffins are in the oven and allowing the scent of malice and nasty stuff to wash over me, be warned!

ShinigamiPhoenix: blow up the microwave/. That totally rules; give your sis a hug for me! I know how she feels. I'm wicked proud of you too, good guess, I myself didn't figure out it was Logan until the start of this chapter so I'm a little slow I guess. This one is an easy guess for you cause you have the character stats for her. You may find this chapter boring as well, cause most of this is background stuff for . I like Logan as a character cause he can do lots of things, Angry, Mad, Moody, Pissed, Fighty, Bezerker, ummm…. That's about it. Oh yeah I left out angsty. Logan emotionless I think not, he has lots of shades of gray. But I agree with you, lots of people write him as a neutral character. And that bores me. I'm glad I haven't managed to ruin on character for you yet. I promise I'll try harder! Rambling is good. I like rambling. You want more! Okay, I want more too! I can't wait for your next roses chapter. Oh yeah reviewer's stars you get three as well!

DemonRogue13: thank you again, as much fun as long reviews are I always appreciate concise and to the point opinions of my work. I am totally glad you liked my version of Logan. And I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter as well I hope that you enjoy this one just as much. It's an O.C (well that gave away who's POV it is didn't it.) I'm hoping for character depth and a non-Mary sue feel! Enjoy and I can't wait for your next review. I award you two reviewer stars.

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Onto the fic, (this is a long fic, its like 11 pages, without the reviewer response. ARGGGGG go get a drink and some food it's going to be a long haul. )

In her own words.

Genius,

That's what my IQ suggested,

Genius.

Irony,

Brilliant irony,

Genius huh?

Well this Genius isn't particularly bright.

I think I'm Kind Stupid actually,

Nearly got myself killed,

That was pretty stupid,

Talking to Sebastian,

That was really stupid,

Not running away,

Stupidity Supreme.

Now look where I am,

Stuck in another hospital

Needles in my arms,

Friends at my side

And one hell of a headache.

Stupid brain,

Already got me into trouble.

Now it has to remind me,

I nearly died,

Okay?

Isn't that enough?

I hate being smart,

Johns sitting next to me on the bed.

He looks like hell,

I don't want to know what I look like.

Pretty messed up.

But that's the way he likes me,

Beaten,

Submissive,

Always has,

The same way she liked me.

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"Cathryn, Get IN HERE!"

"But Mother, I have home work I have to...."

SLAP

"Shut up, stop crying, you know what to do."

Sobs

Slap

"What did I just say?"

"I'm sorry"

"Just do it, I'll get you a present."

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She was always like that,

Buying me things,

Father did that too,

They tried to buy my love with material thing,

Didn't make up for the abuse

The pain

The loneliness.

That's why I love New Orleans,

After Mother died,

Father had no time for me,

Sent me away to school,

A Genetics expert at age 9,

Jean-Luc was impressed.

Father met him somewhere,

They became good friends.

It was decided that I'd live with Jean Luc

Until father had time for me.

Nine years later and I'm still waiting.

Remy looks like hell too.

There's no smile in his eyes.

His eyes used to twinkle brightly,

This must be killing him.

He my older Bro'

He takes care of me,

Watches my back.

Maybe that's why it happened,

Totally my fault of course.

Hell my arms hurt.

Must have lots a lot of blood.

Hank wont let me look at my charts though,

So I cant tell what's going on.

I hate being like this,

Weak,

Pathetic,

Hurt,

Letting Sebastian win,

Ever moment I'm in here,

He's winning.

And he knows it.

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"Flowers just arrived. For you Dr Tear."

"From who? Everyone that knows Ahm in here is here."

"There's a card, why don't you open it and see?"

Paper rustles

"Cheri? Why you go pale"

"It's from Sebastian"

"Merde"

"Hey where you learn to swear in French Allerdyce? Remy is impressed!"

"What's it say Chal?"

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He thinks he owns me,

That bastard,

Ordering me about like one of his minions,

He doesn't even want me to ask how high to jump,

Just jump till he says otherwise.

Well I'm not going to put up with it.

I'm going to get out of this bed,

Get dressed,

And then I'm going to kill him.

When Hank undoes these restraints anyway.

I tried to get up before.

Apparently I'm not allowed to go anywhere.

Doctor's orders.

Well I'm a doctor,

And all I need right now is a bullet,

A gun,

And a target painted on my 'loving' uncles face.

He makes me so mad.

I hate him,

I hate what he wants me to become,

I won't join hellfire,

I won't do what he says.

Viva le résistance.

Stupid restraints.

I don't like being tied down,

Brings back terrible memories,

Of my past,

Before I lived with Jean-luc.

Of what she did,

And then after I left New Orleans,

Of a changed man,

Cold hands,

Burning eyes,

Rope around my wrists.

I couldn't move,

Just like now,

Now isn't like that,

Mace isn't here,

Neither are the scientists.

But if I close my eyes,

I'll think I'm there,

They don't know,

And I'm not going to tell.

Well Hank knows,

I think…………..

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"Hey, open your eyes."

Blink

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Cathryn."

"Hello Cathryn, nice of you to join us in the land of the conscious,"

"Where…?"

"A laboratory facility for mutants,"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Dr Hank McCoy. Don't worry, I may be big and blue, but I'm not dangerous."

"What are you a doctor of?"

"This and that. Your pretty cut up? Remember what happened to you?"

"Yeah"

"Care to elaborate?"

"They hit me, cut me, let him out f his cage, let him hurt me."

"Him?"

"Project Mace, they're making a mutant, changing the genetics of a normal human being."

"And why did they do this to you?"

"Cause I said I wouldn't help them anymore."

"Why?"
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Hank found out a lot about me that day,

I told him all about Project Mace,

The genetic groundwork I had been doing,

The chip in the back of my neck.

Luckily for me,

Hank had nabbed a scalpel from his workstation.

Removed the chip and set me free.

I told his about my life,

Where I'd grown up,

What id done,

By the end of an hour

Hank admitted he knew who I was,

Dr. Cathryn Tear,

One of the youngest genetic scientists in the world.

I didn't tell him a few things,

I chose to leave them out.

How my mother had raped me to get into the hellfire's inner circle,

How my father used to visit me in New Orleans

And have to ask his agent to, book me in.

How he had betrayed me,

And signed me up for this project.

I let Hank assume I was a happy and well-adjusted child,

That happened to understand genetics,

However, aged fourteen,

I had been drugged, beaten raped and abused a countless number of times.

I was use to the taste of blood,

The sight of death didn't affect me.

And my mutation only aided my profession.

Hank decided that I was stable.

What I didn't tell Hank,

Was that I knew who he was,

And I knew what they planned to do to us.

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"The legacy virus?!?"

"Yes Dr McCoy, the virus, mutate it, make it better."

"And if I wont do it?"

"Dr Tear is so young and pretty, don't you think?"

"That's malevolent, perverted and vindictive."

"Thank you. Get to work."

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Nine versions of the virus later,

Nathaniel Essex was introduced to our lab group.

Dr Essex was my tutor in genetics,

Excellent man,

Slightly evil,

Okay I admit he's power mad crazy and obsessive.

But e has a brilliant mind

And I was glad to see a familiar face.

Hank wasn't too impressed,

But biting the bullet was easy,

Our captors wanted cures for the viruses,

Guess who was infected with each of them,

To make the day go faster?

Vulnerable little old me.

I hate being vulnerable.

More than I hate Remy and John trying to feed me,

Cause Hank won't let me up.

I think they are enjoying seeing me slowed down though.

I admit that I do a lot of dangerous things,

Life is to short, I should know,

I've come so close to dying,

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"Cathryn?"

"Hmmmm what…?"

"Easy. You died, but your okay now."

"Huh?"

"Remember our dear captor Mr. Herald, stabbing you with a needle?"

"Oh yeah. You found the cure?"

"Seven down, two to go."

"Great. Lets get to work on the next one."

"Oh No little one, I won't have my best student bouncing around after a brush with death."

"But Dr Essex…"

"No whining, sleep some more, when you wake, you can get started on the gene coding."

"Yes Dr Essex"

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During that time, I think Hank started to like Dr Essex.

He acted like an overprotective father,

Hank was more motherly,

I prefer his bedside mannerisms too.

I died twice,

The legacy versions were more potent as the numbers went up.

Legacy one,

The original virus,

Was tame, took years to work.

Eating the mutant from the inside out,

Slowly stopping them from using their powers,

Then internalizing the powers,

Building up a power pressure,

Destroying the mutant from within.

Legacy two, took months to kill,

Another slow and painful death.

Version three took four months to take full effect.

Because it moved quicker it was harder to find a cure for it.

Mutating the genetics of the virus,

Meant it also had to have a mutated cure.

Four, Five and Six, each took two months to destroy the victim.

Four increased the pain, but only effected mutants that had been physically mutated,

Five attacked the bodies' outer extremities first,

Eating away the skin and bone, moving up arms and legs,

Once in the main organs it was lights out.

Six, only effected telepaths, and had a mixture of four and fives symptoms.

Seven took seven days to kill,

Ironically.

Didn't get much sleep that week.

Eight was clocked at taking 26 and a half hours to completely destroy the victim.

And nine,

Well nine was a different story.

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"Three hours."

"WHAT?"

"That's how long it will take, three hours"

"To destroy the infected party."

"Yeah. No mutant would stand a chance against it."

"Someone would have to."

"Like who? Weapon X?"

"Whose Weapon X Dr Essex?"

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That's how I found out about Logan,

At least that's what Hank says his name is.

After I had been told about Weapon X I did a lot of reading,

I was kind of obsessed with the idea of a metal man,

Claws and an attitude.

I've seen X-rays,

Files,

Classified information,

No one really knows who he was.

But he found me,

Save my life,

And I own his a lot of things,

And they tell me he's disappeared,

If I had known his real name,

I would have used it.

But I didn't

I called him Weapon X

I could see the disappointment in his bones.

Sebastian took out my lenses,

I don't see like normal people see.

Colors, pictures,

My mutant ability allows me to see bones,

And DNA,

Its like X-ray vision with fringe benefits.

And the claws look wicked lying against the radius and the ulna,

Like talons waiting to be unleashed,

Hank tells me Logan dislikes scientists,

I don't really wonder why though.

I don't like scientist much either,

And I am one.

I was encouraged to become one,

For me it was all a game,

I was too young to understand how serious what I was doing really was.

That's when I met Nathaniel,

He nurtured my love of genetics,

Later Hanks opinion was that he molded me into a genetic loving freak.

But I did call Hank a pretentious blue git,

So the insult was in fun.

Hank invented my lenses,

They cover my eyes,

Make them appear normal

And they allow me to see thing better,

Not clearly,

But it's better than seeing bones all the time.

Bones and spots.

Maybe Sebastian thought that taking out my lenses would hide him from my gaze.

But I know his gene code,

It screams to me,

Deep within my mind I was screaming.

Every blow causes my senses to cry out in pain,

When John first rang, tears fell.

But I wasn't going to give Sebastian the satisfaction of watching me break.

No matter what my heart was doing.

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"Hey there, you've reached Chals office, I'm doing something else, please leave me a message and I'll catch you later... Beep"

"Chal, its John, cant wait to see you tonight, got a big night planned, that new restaurant opening on sunset, the one you want to go to, I've got us 7 o'clock reservations, get back to me. You've got ummmm... rustling sounds well its three pm now, so four hours to get ready, you better start now. I'll pick you up at six thirtyish, love ya, and ring if you need anything. Uh Bye. Click"

"Oh Cathryn, isn't that cute, he wants to take you out. Problem is, so do I."

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Torture doesn't bother me,

Pain affects me,

But I have a high tolerance for it,

In all my years of conditioning myself,

I forgot to wall up one thing,

My heart.

I don't love easily,

I don't trust easily either.

But when I do,

I'm loyal,

Devoted,

Compassionate,

My world revolves around the things I love,

I love my club,

I love helping people,

Mutants and base line humans,

It doesn't matter,

If they need help, I help.

My door is open twenty four hours, seven days a week.

That gets me into a lot of trouble.

I sleep when I can,

I was off guard when Sebastian came in,

But the phone messages from John,

Cut me more than the knife did.

The knife scraping along my bone,

Was nothing compared to Johns voice cutting into my heart.

And Sebastian taunting me,

I used to love my uncle,

He was a good friend.

Taught me how to debate,

Let me take care of myself,

Treated me like an adult.

Even when I was six.

Now I hate him,

And what he's done to me.

I hate him for what he's doing to my friends.

Making them suffer while I recuperate.

So when Hank lets me up,

I'm disappearing.

Maybe I'll hunt down Logan and have a long chat with him.

Drop in on Tante and Jean-Luc,

Talk about the old days over Jambalaya and coke.

But I won't stay around,

The pain in their eyes is overwhelming me.

Rubbing salt to the wound,

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"Hey there, you've reached Chals office, I'm doing something else, please leave me a message and I'll catch you later... Beep "

"Hey babe, its me again, its um nearly uh four, your probably in the shower or something, uh, I had something come up, I'm gonna have to get you at seven. Its okay I've already changed the reservations, and I promise I'll have you back at the club by ten. Don't panic if were a few minutes late. I know the guy he's pretty cool about it. Anyway I'll see ya at seven, missing you already babe."

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John always teases me about spending too long in the shower.

It's the only time I really get to myself,

I'd spend hours under the rushing water.

Letting the droplets of water slowly etch away my facade,

Washing my pain and stress down the drain.

Sebastian thought this was intriguing.

He didn't really know about John,

I forgot to mention him, somewhat.

That got me in trouble,

Not that I wasn't already.

Sebastian kept telling me to scream,

Cry out.

Show him that he was hurting me.

He did hurt me,

But I don't like to scream,

Nothing good happens when you scream,

Or when you cry,

You just get hurt more.

Pleading gives people power.

They become more horrible.

Mother used to love it when I begged,

And if she were here she'd take me.

Bleeding or not.

Mace insisted I beg too.

Why do all the horrible people in my life want to dominate who I am?

Why won't people let me be me?

Even Hank, John and Remy are oppressing me.

Admittedly I really don't have a leg to stand on,

But I tried.

Three seconds before I was picked up by an angry Cajun and put back into bed,

He was happy I was okay,

But placed me under hospital arrest.

Then he checked the restraints himself.

I'm not going anywhere for a while.

I hate captivity.

I think I hate more that I should.

I used to love everything,

Then I was conditioned for a society that will eventually lead to my death.

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"My niece, look at the blood, I hope you have a good carpet cleaner."

"Shut up."

"No. Not until you beg scream, or do something amusing."

"Like what?"
"Die is that good for you?"

"You sick bastard."

"Yup I am, oh look, phones ringing,"

"Hey there, you've reached Chals office, I'm doing something else, please leave me a message and I'll catch you later... Beep "

"Chal, look its five thirty, I'm getting worried, I don't mean to be an alarmist, but where are you? I know I'm probably just being overprotective but two and a half hours? You're never out of the office this long, not on a Friday night. Chal, babe, angel, ring me, keep me sane huh? And I know you'll tease me when ya reach me, I'm too paranoid for my own good. Just afraid that I'll loose ya to some good-looking guy, like toad. Laughs so if ya get the chance, message me, ring me, email me, send up a sky writer, let me know your okay. I love ya chal, bye."

"Hey chal. Why don't you get the phone and call him?"

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I tried to,

Reached like hell,

Couldn't make it,

Blood loss,

Lack of sleep,

Tears and blood streaked my face.

Eyes stinging because some of the blood had dripped into them,

But I couldn't reach the phone,

If I got close Sebastian kicked it away

Taunting and teasing,

I swear if I was on speaking terms with Belladonna

He'd be dead,

But I'm not

So he'll live,

Bastard.

He left not long after that phone call,

Left me hanging,

In the middle of my office,

Tears in my eyes,

Blood on the floor,

Pain in my heart.

Struggling to stay conscious.

I didn't know how long I had been there,

The doorknob turned,

I thought Sebastian had come back,

This metal guy with claws came in,

Everything was brighter,

He made a phone call, cut me down.

The last thing I heard was the phone ringing,

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"Hey there, you've reached Chals office, I'm doing something else, please leave me a message and I'll catch you later... Beep"

"Chal this is beyond a joke, its seven, I'm outside the club, there's no one here, Babe I'm worried now, are you in trouble?? I'm panicking; you're not answering your mobile, your not answering your office and your not answering your home phone Chal. Give me a sign, please, Babe? The sound of sirens is heard in the distance CHALICE? Well then, I guess your not coming; at least others have the guts to drop their boyfriends by not standing tem up. I'll see you around then I guess, not much else to say is there? You obviously don't want to hang out with me anymore. What did I do? Sniff babe? Please don't do this to me, please? FINE, have it your way, CLICK"

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That hurt,

More than the knife,

More than the whip,

More than the kicking, punching, teasing,

More than all of it,

John thought I was horrible.

He though I'd stood him up,

He hated me,

And I hated me too,

For being weak,

For not fighting more,

For not reaching for the phone,

I hate myself,

Because I should have died,

I should have caved in.

Then I wouldn't have to watch them suffer.

I don't want to see their pain anymore.

I hate seeing others in pain,

And it's all his fault,

However Sebastian,

Is not a genius,

Sent me flowers,

I dislike being sent flowers,

Makes me feel dead.

But he sent them,

No one told him I was hospitalized,

He had no idea where I was taken.

He proved that he was watching what happened,

And that beyond all doubt he was the one that did this to me.

Like my darling uncle, the flowers had a card,

A little reminder that he thinks he owns me.

He doesn't

And I'm going to prove that too him,

Once I get out of this bed.

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"Dear sweetheart, get well soon, I hope that you weren't too badly damaged.

I will see you in England once you are better,

This is not a request,

Your loving Uncle,

Sebastian Shaw. BKHC"

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