Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Welcome to the third story everyone! I hope you like this as much as you have enjoyed my other two in this X-Men saga! I shall try my best to keep up the standard and continue to make it a worthwhile read! :D

The Passion from the Past

Chapter 1

Murky darkness surrounded gaze. Cold air clogged and unsatisfying. Sensation of touch returned to limbs and the tingling of side effects came clear to drugged mind. As vision blurred the many lights, a flutter of lids sent body into consciousness fully. A drone of voices background the scene, complete with the repetitive beeping of a nearby machine.

As the figure awoke a few white-coated people step forth to push the drowsy body back into the specialised chair of metal. The scientists's hands worked to try and force a pair of slim wrists into leather cuffs. A gasp trilled the bitter air as the figure burst to life. Fighting against the many arms and hands. As the violence increased, the tempers soared. Aggressive shouts came from the scientists.

The emerald eyes of the captive narrowed, curled eyelashes lowering darkly. A mere second passed before the surrounding scientists staggered, hands loosening unwillingly and an able body leapt gently from the dreaded chair. A quiet land before the woman began to run at a desperate speed. Attire was evident of earlier struggles, for rips and wounds marked her, dirt smeared where frantic scenes had evolved those few hours ago.

Now free of the scientists she let herself burst free of the small metal room and out into a brightly lit corridor of complete white. The onslaught of white burned her eyes, which were so used to the comforts of darkness when in sleep. Narrowed eyes remained painfully blinded as bare feet staggered helplessly in any direction. Behind her the alarm had been raised and shouts followed after her running footsteps. Doors burst open noisily and armoured humans dived lately behind her. Their boots heavily pounded after her, guns being gripped in gloved hands as a small group began to chase the fleeing woman.

Heavy breaths shook the throat as the woman force her weakening legs to push herself further. Arms flailed gently as she tried to keep herself moving consistently. These corridors seemed endless. No matter how many corners she turned round, she was just welcomed by another stretch of brilliant white and a sickly but clean stench of disinfectant. She could still hear the footsteps behind her, and a voice called eerily through the numerous speakers high on the ceiling.

"Don't shoot her! We need her!"

Another gasp as she threw herself forth, her legs becoming painful and tense. How much her brain urged her to stop, trying to persuade her to gather breath. But the adrenaline was flooding through her now. Her legs spun like clockwork, pounding her to safety.

She didn't even know where she was. Everything was a blur.. she was walking down the street one moment, then.. she awoke here. All she knew is that she had to get out. She knew it.

A door beckoned her, a fire exit sign glimmering heavenly above. With a gasp of relief she threw it open and staggered out into the night. Her bare feet met crisp snow upon concrete flooring. The night sky shone ominous stars down upon her, coated in the swirling sapphire. Her feet quickly moved forth, eyes staring around her in mild awe and wonder. Wherever she was.. She was high up. For the only surrounding after the square concrete was a black horizon.

Behind the closed doors the footsteps had quietened and so she proceeded at a slower pace. Chest now madly heaving as she gulped for more of the freezing air that surrounded her, snowflakes floating by with the night breeze. The snow beneath her bare feet quietly crunched at her footsteps, sounding shrill in the silence. She walked slowly to the edge, stepping up over a rectangular inclined border. The sight shocked her. A vertical drop down a steep and snowy mountain face of a dreary grey before blackness devoured any more views. She gasped softly, turning, frantically trying to find some form of exit. A speedy run to the other edges. Two blocked by walls, the other by fencing.

Desperately she leapt from the freezing snow. Toes clinging to the wire of the fence, shaking fingers clasping the metal wire as she tried to hoist herself up the cross-work of wire to freedom. A foot slipped, body was dragged down slightly before she joined her foot back to the fence and continued to climb.

Behind her the metal door burst upon and the light flooded out into the blackness of the outdoors. With a shrill exclamation she whipped her head round to the oncoming figures from the doorway.

"Get down!" One yelled.

"No!" The woman cried, still trying to climb the fence.

"Get down or else we'll shoot!" Another shouted, readying his gun with a needle.

"Go to hell!" Screamed the fleeing figure.

"Shoot her!"

A shrill click.

With cry of anguish, the woman fell limply from the fencing and down to the powdery snow with a light thump. A tranquilliser lodged into her neck. Breathing slowed incredibly and eyelids fluttered shut. Eyelashes didn't flinch to the landing of snowflakes, and body was unresponsive to the surrounding coldness of snow. Cautiously did the guards step towards her, boots lightly crunching the snow. Guns remained pointed at her before one lightly jabbed her hip with his barrel before a nod was sent to the surrounded men. A few lowered and grabbed her roughly by the wrists, now dragging the silent body through the snow and into the building.

"That was too close." A low voice muttered, before he shut the door onto the surrounding landscape of the night.

That was the first chapter. I hope that interests you! Please review and tell me what you like.. or not like! =P