August 15th cont.
The next thing I recall was a hard tiled floor beneath me. This time without hesitation I snapped my eyes open and looked around the room. It seemed to be an enclosed room with a small a bed and a mirror. For the most part it looked like a prison cell.
Without really thinking about it I check myself for wounds. Gingerly I touched six bruised slits in my chest. My memories instantly flashed to the cavern. I remembered that Logan had stabbed me and I had fallen. No, more accurately he had kicked me to the floor. There was noise, and gunfire, and toxin. From what I could tell it was of the knockout variety. Normally I'm so use to the toxins in my blood stream that most "poisons" don't bother me. At the time, however, I remember being busy vomiting.
Suddenly my mind flashed back. In a daze I remember being rudely lifted and someone carrying me. I remember a harsh cruel voice ordering the person who had me to take me to waiting. And I remember being dumped on the floor before fully passing out.
Groaning I lifted myself up and looked out at the room. It certainly had enough light. That I was thankful for. Feeling the common shudder of light pulsation during absorption I lifted myself to my feet. Spotting the mirror I decided to survey the damage and figure a way out. I wasn't prepared for the sight that I met.
Looking in the mirror my initial reaction was to scream. That also happened to be my ACTUAL reaction. In the mirror wearing a tattered red sweatshirt with six slits in the chest area stood a green monster. I'm serious it was green. Covering my mouth I realized it was my own reflection. The figure in the mirror was forest green with auburn hair and brown eyes, my eyes! Looking down at my arms I ripped off my gloves and stared at my hands. They also were forest green! Looking at the back I saw what looked lie crimson red veins slightly visible admits the green. Pulling up a sleeve I saw the veins spread up all the way up my arm. Without knowing why I popped out my claws. Their brownish red tinge blended nicely with my new look. Suddenly I heard the sound of a door opening. Turning around with my claws itching I faced a short rather stocky man. The guy kind of reminded me of a mad scientist or maybe Igor. Most times I wouldn't have taken notice of him, except for the two guerillas with guns standing beside him. The guns in question were aimed directly at me. I lowered my hands but kept my claws intact. If I was going to get shot again I was bringing someone down with me.
" My associates should not worry you," the Igor double said, " They are merely muscle, not brains." " Um, sure," I replied keeping my eyes on the guns.
The Igor double gazed at me for a few seconds. Suddenly nervous I crossed my arms and looked at him.
" An I thought it was a fashion statement," he said with a sneer.
It took me about two seconds getting over how cold his voice was to register he had dised my fashion taste.
" It's better then yours," I replied my sarcasm showing, " Don't you know the Igor style is out this year." That was dumb. Bracing my body for the reign of incoming bullets I hoped it would end quickly. Igor regarded me with some amusement. "Bring her," he commanded.
Before I had a chance to react the guerillas lowered their weapons, grabbed, and lifted me into the air. Despite my struggle I was taken along a grim grey hallway. As I was brought along I saw a covered figure on a stretcher being carried away. A hand slipped from underneath the covering, a gloved hand.
Gulping I was dropped in front of a large steel looking door. " Hopefully you will have better luck," said the Igor maliciously.
Nest thing I knew I was kicked into the room and the door was slammed behind me. In the shadows a low growl was uttered. Cautiously I took a step into the darkness and came within inches of three adamantium claws.
Partially gasping, fainting, and screaming, I jumped back. Logan looked at me, well, as a predator would look at prey. That's when he spotted my claws. Snarling he stood in an attack position, ready to kill me. Realizing the problem I raised up my hands in a defensive position and prayed that my claws would go in. Thankfully they did.
" M...Mr. Logan," I stuttered, " I don't want to cause trouble. I just want out of here." Cautiously I took a step back. It was the wrong move. Logan let out a deep, frightening growl and charged. Screaming I curled into myself waiting the blow. It never came. No, instead Logan just stopped. He lowered his arms and unsheathed his claws. He still looked at me in suspicion, but now also with confusion. Slowly he approached me.
About this time I had peed my pants a couple times over. Now I shook in fear. Logan got closer and closer, oblivious to the fact I wanted him to stay away. He took more steps closer and held his hand out. Softly he touched my arm, and then my hair. The suspicion disappeared from his eyes. The most I could mumble was, " Mr. Logan, are you alright." That's when it happened. He touched my cheek. I know it doesn't seem like that big a deal, but you have to remember I'm toxic. Before I could protest or push him away, however, something strange happened. For a second if felt like I was lighter then air, the next it felt as though something was being taken from me. It wasn't a good feeling. Mr. Logan seemed effected by it to. He began to shake and then collapsed to his knees bringing me down with him. Suddenly it all stopped. He began to breathe heavily and then he turned to face me. For a second I saw the glimmer of the Logan I knew.
" Hannah," he said confused. At that point he collapsed and the room went dark.
The next thing I recall was a hard tiled floor beneath me. This time without hesitation I snapped my eyes open and looked around the room. It seemed to be an enclosed room with a small a bed and a mirror. For the most part it looked like a prison cell.
Without really thinking about it I check myself for wounds. Gingerly I touched six bruised slits in my chest. My memories instantly flashed to the cavern. I remembered that Logan had stabbed me and I had fallen. No, more accurately he had kicked me to the floor. There was noise, and gunfire, and toxin. From what I could tell it was of the knockout variety. Normally I'm so use to the toxins in my blood stream that most "poisons" don't bother me. At the time, however, I remember being busy vomiting.
Suddenly my mind flashed back. In a daze I remember being rudely lifted and someone carrying me. I remember a harsh cruel voice ordering the person who had me to take me to waiting. And I remember being dumped on the floor before fully passing out.
Groaning I lifted myself up and looked out at the room. It certainly had enough light. That I was thankful for. Feeling the common shudder of light pulsation during absorption I lifted myself to my feet. Spotting the mirror I decided to survey the damage and figure a way out. I wasn't prepared for the sight that I met.
Looking in the mirror my initial reaction was to scream. That also happened to be my ACTUAL reaction. In the mirror wearing a tattered red sweatshirt with six slits in the chest area stood a green monster. I'm serious it was green. Covering my mouth I realized it was my own reflection. The figure in the mirror was forest green with auburn hair and brown eyes, my eyes! Looking down at my arms I ripped off my gloves and stared at my hands. They also were forest green! Looking at the back I saw what looked lie crimson red veins slightly visible admits the green. Pulling up a sleeve I saw the veins spread up all the way up my arm. Without knowing why I popped out my claws. Their brownish red tinge blended nicely with my new look. Suddenly I heard the sound of a door opening. Turning around with my claws itching I faced a short rather stocky man. The guy kind of reminded me of a mad scientist or maybe Igor. Most times I wouldn't have taken notice of him, except for the two guerillas with guns standing beside him. The guns in question were aimed directly at me. I lowered my hands but kept my claws intact. If I was going to get shot again I was bringing someone down with me.
" My associates should not worry you," the Igor double said, " They are merely muscle, not brains." " Um, sure," I replied keeping my eyes on the guns.
The Igor double gazed at me for a few seconds. Suddenly nervous I crossed my arms and looked at him.
" An I thought it was a fashion statement," he said with a sneer.
It took me about two seconds getting over how cold his voice was to register he had dised my fashion taste.
" It's better then yours," I replied my sarcasm showing, " Don't you know the Igor style is out this year." That was dumb. Bracing my body for the reign of incoming bullets I hoped it would end quickly. Igor regarded me with some amusement. "Bring her," he commanded.
Before I had a chance to react the guerillas lowered their weapons, grabbed, and lifted me into the air. Despite my struggle I was taken along a grim grey hallway. As I was brought along I saw a covered figure on a stretcher being carried away. A hand slipped from underneath the covering, a gloved hand.
Gulping I was dropped in front of a large steel looking door. " Hopefully you will have better luck," said the Igor maliciously.
Nest thing I knew I was kicked into the room and the door was slammed behind me. In the shadows a low growl was uttered. Cautiously I took a step into the darkness and came within inches of three adamantium claws.
Partially gasping, fainting, and screaming, I jumped back. Logan looked at me, well, as a predator would look at prey. That's when he spotted my claws. Snarling he stood in an attack position, ready to kill me. Realizing the problem I raised up my hands in a defensive position and prayed that my claws would go in. Thankfully they did.
" M...Mr. Logan," I stuttered, " I don't want to cause trouble. I just want out of here." Cautiously I took a step back. It was the wrong move. Logan let out a deep, frightening growl and charged. Screaming I curled into myself waiting the blow. It never came. No, instead Logan just stopped. He lowered his arms and unsheathed his claws. He still looked at me in suspicion, but now also with confusion. Slowly he approached me.
About this time I had peed my pants a couple times over. Now I shook in fear. Logan got closer and closer, oblivious to the fact I wanted him to stay away. He took more steps closer and held his hand out. Softly he touched my arm, and then my hair. The suspicion disappeared from his eyes. The most I could mumble was, " Mr. Logan, are you alright." That's when it happened. He touched my cheek. I know it doesn't seem like that big a deal, but you have to remember I'm toxic. Before I could protest or push him away, however, something strange happened. For a second if felt like I was lighter then air, the next it felt as though something was being taken from me. It wasn't a good feeling. Mr. Logan seemed effected by it to. He began to shake and then collapsed to his knees bringing me down with him. Suddenly it all stopped. He began to breathe heavily and then he turned to face me. For a second I saw the glimmer of the Logan I knew.
" Hannah," he said confused. At that point he collapsed and the room went dark.