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Flashback

Huddled in the corner of the cold metal lined room, Liz looked up over her arms, her eyes darting from the door to the camera kept in the top left corner aimed at her. The door clicked and opened revealing a man dressed in black clothes holding a sliver tray filled with food. She dropped her head back in her arms closing her eyes; the man approached her with the tray and set it down beside her. She glanced at the tray finding it with the usual revolting gray watery substance and frowned.

"Stupid mutie." He mumbled under his breath turning his back to her.

Jumping to her feet, Liz extended her hand out towards the man shooting a dark red substance from the palm of her hand. The substance coated the man's abdomen and legs and hardened, he let out a startled yelp that turned into a scream of extreme pain and tried to break free of the substance only to burn his hands. Liz watched with shock as the man's clothes melted into his skin and his flesh began to peel. He frantically began pounding on the substance ignoring the searing pain shooting through his hands every time they touched the stuff. His screams became gurgled gasps as blood oozed out of his mouth and nose; the substance began hungrily eating away at the bone.

The alarms suddenly began going off drowning out the man's gasps and gurgling and then the man's upper-body fell to the floor with a sickening 'thud'. A wave of nausea swept over Liz and she turned and vomited just as a group of soldiers raced in, five in total. The first two restrained Liz while the other three attacked…

End of Flashback

"They took turns beating me until I blacked out." Liz worried her bottom lip between her teeth then sighed running a hand through her hair, "When I woke up I was in a puddle of my own blood, I tried to stand supporting my self with the wall but the pain was too much and I blacked out again."

Logan lifted his mug finding it empty, he set it back down again and gently shoved it away, "An' that's when I found ya."

She nodded slowly her eyes drawn to a crack in the surface of the table. She ran a finger over it nervously, "I don't know how long I was out for." She whispered glancing up at him then averted her eyes back to the crack.

Logan shrugged, he didn't want to think about that at the moment, "You said they beat you, yet ya don't have any-"

"Bruises?" Liz whispered cutting him off, she looked up at him her eyes a dull dark blue. He nodded and she lifted her shirt up a bit showing him her stomach, large fist sized fading bruises marred her stomach and wrapped around her sides. Logan swallowed noticing another scar just above the waist of her blue jeans; this one was a clean cut like it had been done with a knife of some kind.

She lowered her shirt and sighed lowering her eyes, "They never hit my face…" She trailed off her hand unconsciously tracing over the jagged scar under her right eye, "Only one person could," She shuddered slightly, "Because he was given permission."

"By who?" Logan growled.

Liz shrugged; she didn't know who controlled it all. Never did and to tell the truth, she never wanted to know. "He's dead now." Her hand dropped from her face, "After he did his job, he left and was murdered by a former weapon."

Curiosity got the better of him, "What was his job?" He asked folding his arms over his chest.

"I…" Liz bit her lip in thought, "I don't know. Something with cloning, or needing another strand of DNA." She shrugged.

Something clicked in Logan's head; he leaned back in his chair mulling it over. Liz climbed to her feet and glanced at him awkwardly before turning for the door, "I think I'm going to go and rest now," She said softly bowing her head, "Thank you… for listening." Before Logan could respond she slipped from the room.

X-23 frowned walking out of the Danger Room and straight into Logan, she grunted and tried going around him but was once again stopped, "What do you want?" She growled folding her arms across her chest.

Logan narrowed his eyes, "There's somethin' yer not tellin' me." He said trying to ignore the piercing glare X-23 was giving him.

"There are a lot of things I haven't told you." X-23 sneered her arms dropping down to her sides.

"But this, this is 'bout you an' Crimson."

X-23 raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side in an 'I'm listening' stance.

Logan crossed his arms, "Crimson's yer mother." He stated bluntly.

X-23's eyes widened, "What!? You know how crazy that is!?" She shouted her hands fisting by her sides, "She was 10 when I was born!"

"Yer not thinkin', kid," Logan sighed running a hand over his eyes, "You weren't 'born' in that sense, they combined my DNA with someone else's…" He paused noticing X-23's reaction, "Kid…?"

"She was the other part…" X-23 whispered staring down at her hands.

Logan frowned, "I thought you knew," He said resting his hand on her shoulder, "I-"

"No!" X-23 cut him off, "I don't want your apologies! I… Just leave me alone!" She shouted pushing his hand off her shoulder then ran off to her room.

Logan winced at the sound of X-23's door slamming shut then sighed rubbing the back of his neck, he screwed up again.

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