Kitty screams,
I inhale,
Tearing pain,
The lights are bright, why is it so loud?
Everything is muffled, like the world is wrapped in a blanket. That's better, it's quiet now, so quiet I think I can fall asleep. But no, don't let it take me away.
Dad…
Where are you?
I'm so sorry, I failed you didn't I? No don't think thoughts like that, don't let it get any worse.
Drops of water on my cheeks, is it raining? No, we're indoors. Are you crying for me? Don't.
Searing pain wakes me up, I gasp at the brightness before my eyes. It's cold; my skin pulls up in goosebumps. I can't feel anything but the blinding pain. Suddenly I realize that I'm naked, I try to do anything to cover myself, more for my own modesty then anything else, trying to move, desperate to do anything.
Why can't I move? Suddenly it dawns on me, I'm shackled to something, something cold and smooth, a table maybe? I try to twist free, try to pull my wrists out of their bindings. A voice above me, a voice I recognize though I can't see the speaker, the lights are too bright.
"Now, now, don't do that, you'll only make the bullet wound worse." The world comes blindingly into focus, my vision heeding his call.
"Trask!" I curl my fists and strain against the gauntlets, a ripping sound, I scream.
The wound has reopened, torrents of blood washing forth, covering my naked skin. It's like fire, spreading through my body. A door opens, a rush of air as he walks in, trailing someone behind him. For a moment I think that I'm imagining things, I blink again as the pain fades into a dull and steady pound.
Trask smiles, and pulls on a chain, attached to the person's neck. It's not a person though; it's a mutant, a girl, older then me. My eyes waver as I stare at her, she's so strange. She's Asian, but her body lacks any color. Everything around her seems to shift into a colorless form, like she has a shield around her. Trask refuses to come close, but yanks on the chain again, I notice that it's wrapped around the girl's neck, there's scarring and blood, although the blood seems to be monochrome, just like her. She sighs and walks forward, white eyes focused on the floor. Trask attaches the chain to a ring on the wall, and walks out. He pauses at the door and says, "remember Void, if you hurt her, then it'll happen again."
The girl shakes a bit and nods, continuing her slow pace towards me. Her eyes rise up and lock with my own, and I'm nearly thrown back. Her eyes are cold fire, white flames of pain. She blinks, and I can see again. One more step and she touches the table.
She presses a button, and a cage drops down from a shaft in the ceiling. A tired sigh escapes her lips; I wonder how I'm staying calm? In the cage is a boy. A huddled mass of clothing, brown hair shooting up in tufts, with cold blue eyes. He nods to the girl, Void, and the cage opens. Crawling out he whispers weakly, "Hey."
Void walks forward and places one hand on his forehead, the boy screams, and then passes out. Her whole boy is glowing, bright light in this already fluorescent room.
I shake, and whisper, "Is he dead?"
She turns and looks at me, like some angel of light. She speaks, her voice has no emotion, "No, he'll wake up in a few hours. But whenever I touch someone, I take away some of their life, he'll only live two more years, and that's if Trask doesn't use him as a donor again."
I nod, I think I understand, and ask, "Are you going to suck away my life?"
She shakes her head, and answers me, "No, I took life from him, and I'm going to transfer it to you, it will heal the bullet wound."
"I don't need it, not like that!"
She stays calm and says, "Yes you do, without it you will die. Your wound should have killed you by now; it completely destroyed your liver and spleen. Trask has plans for you, if I don't save you, then it will happen again."
I want to ask her what will happen, but don't have chance as she places one hand on my stomach, and closes her eyes. The last thing I hear her say before I pass out is, "I'm sorry."
I wake up in a different room, fully clothed in a white jumpsuit, like a patients uniform. The first thing I notice is that I don't feel any pain; Void's powers must have worked. The next thing I realize is that I'm in a cell, roughly tossed on a bed. I shoot up and run forward, banging my fists on the piece of clear plastic holding me in. Moans answer, screams and cries.
What the hell is this place? Why am I here? And…. how do I get out?
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Well, for all you Neanderthal's out there, that was Rogue's point of view, so she's not dead, yay! I was going to just keep this as several POV's, but decided to bring her back into play.
Did I make the right choice? Review and tell me!