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Author's notes: Thanks to Khaki, Jessyca, Faedyn, Kyrie and Mandi K. for all your support, friendship and patience. Also thanks to my sister Carolyn for her support. It means a lot to me. Sorry for taking to long to continue this story. I will not take as long next time. I PROMISE! Everyone, please continue your support. I hope you all enjoy.
Rated: R -- language, hint of rape and torture
CHAPTER 11 -- BITTERSWEET REUNION
The darkness that claimed him slowly lifted. At first his head felt fuzzy as if he had been in one too many cage matches and had too many drinks. His head felt heavy as he tried to move it. His vision was blurred at first but then became hazy. His healing factor seemed slow to catch up with his injuries.
As his vision slowly cleared he tried moving, which even by his standards, was a mistake. His body from head to foot was on fire, from the inside. Every fiber of his being screamed out in agony. He stopped moving and just laid there, waiting for the pain to become more tolerable and for the nausea to subside.
As things began to level out, Logan thought to himself Okay buddy, we are going to take this slow and easy Very slow he added. But he knew that he would not be able to make his mind understand because all he knew in his heart was the one mission it must complete no matter what the consequences were, and that was the rescue of Marie.
He lay there in the dark room. Or was it a cell? He couldn't be sure. It was cold and damp, he could smell the dampness. He knew the room was small. There was a small cot somewhere in the corner, he could see the outline because of the small light that was suspended from the ceiling. There was also a window about 8 feet from the floor, beyond his reach.
As he waited for his vision and mind to clear he thought of Professor Xavier and what he would say if he could see Logan now. Logan let out a low laugh. Chuck would lecture him of course, saying that it had been foolish of him not to let him and the others know where he was going and for going alone without backup. But in reality he would have understood.
As he was thinking of this he caught a whiff of a something in the air of the room. It was the scent of Marie and he could smell the odor of fear. She was in the room before and not too long ago. And she had been terrified.
Logan willed his body and mind to obey and to start healing itself but not to go off half-cocked. He needed to take it slow. He would be of no use to Marie or to himself if he didn't get out of there..
Slowly Logan moved his head from side to side. Ok he thought to himself that part works. He slowly moved his arms, which seemed heavy, but in working order. As he shifted his body to a position that would enable him to move his legs he noticed that his legs were chained to the wall with thick heavy chains.
Yeah, this is really going to hold me Logan thought to himself in his cocky manner. Even now so sure of himself. He tried to release his claws but they would not come out. What the hell! his mind shouted. He finally noticed the collar around his neck but didn't pay any attention at the time.
He left out a growl and pushed himself up into a crouch. Ok he thought I'm just going to have to do this the hard way. Grabbing the chains he willed all the energy that he had and tugged at them, thrashing around like a wild, caged animal. Finally after several minutes, which to Logan seemed like hours, his battered body finally gave out. He fell to the floor panting. Sweat pouring from his face, blood everywhere from the wounds that were rubbed raw on his hands from the chain. Logan left out a frustrated, angry howl.
He tried to release his claws again but it was useless. At this moment he would have welcomed the all too familiar pain that came with that action. Logan thought back to the time that he met Marie, they were in his truck and she looked at him with such concern and compassion, she asked if it hurt when they came out and he had said 'every time'. Never figuring where that ride would lead them. What he would have done to go back to that time.
He was fingering the collar around his neck and thinking of what he could do next, when the door of his cell opened. The last person in the world he expected to see again walked through the door.
"I should have known that you were involved. We should have finished you when we had the chance." Logan said with a hint of sarcasm. "What the hell have you done with Rogue you bastard. If you have done anything to hurt her I will tear you limb from limb and feed them back to you in little pieces!" Logan said in a low growl as he remembered how Rogue had acted when he was captured. Magneto entered the room followed by the blue mutant named Mystique.
"My boy, you really don't look so well. Was your 'reunion' with Rogue that 'shocking'?" Magneto asked sarcastically, ignoring the threats from Logan. "By the way you might have already noticed that she has had a change of heart. She has finally realized that she has been on the wrong side of this war. But after being here she has come to see my point of view." Magneto left out a little laugh.
Logan issued a low growl and started to rise, planning on shutting up the smug bastard once and for all. Magneto noticed the movement.
"Now, now my dear boy, let's not be so rash and do anything that you will regret." Magneto said. "But where are my manners. I'm sorry I don't believe you have been formally introduced," Magneto motioned to the door as Logan held his breath, "May I introduce you to my beautiful, but very deadly adopted daughter, Siren."
Just as he said that, Rogue walked through the door escorted by that bastard Tremor. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was wearing a full body covering but it was so sheer that it didn't leave much to the imagination. Her face and hair was the same as he remembered but her eyes are what scared him the most. Not one sparkle of the mischievous girl that he remembered showed there. What he saw there was hard, pure, evil.
"Hey sugar." Rogue/Siren drawled in a low voice that caused Logan to do something he could never remember doing before, he shuddered.
Rogue/Siren came from behind Magneto and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She then moved over to where Logan crouched. She rubbed herself seductively up against his body. Luckily her hands were covered or he would have been toast. She reached down and fingered the collar. She moved her hand over the smooth surface. Logan went to reach out to her, to pull her to his side and protect her but she brought her hand back and slapped Logan as hard as she could across the face, scratching his face deeply in the process. "You bastard!" she yelled. "Don't you ever touch me again!"
Logan's head snapped backwards from the force of the blow. He could feel the blood running down the side of his face. As he recovered and brought his head around, he looked hard at her, not believing his eyes. She still stood before him, eyes blazing. She slowly raised her hand to her face and looked at the blood that dripped from her nails. As Logan watched in disbelief, she licked her fingers like a jungle cat would do after wounding its prey, just before killing it.
Logan sprang from his crouch to reach out again for Rogue. He wanted to grab her and shake her back to reality. As he did, he felt such an extreme pain, he felt as if his body was on fire. He fell in mid-leap to the ground, a writhering heap. It didn't last as long as the first time. If it had, it would have it would have killed him. His skeleton acted as a conductor, which made the shocks even worse. As the pain subsided he was able to move his head. He saw Magneto holding a small box he assumed was a control unit to the collar he now wore.
"Now, now my boy. Let's not have any of that. Siren is off limits. We have rules here, as you will soon find out. You would be wise to follow them." Magneto said. "Until such time that I'm ready for you that is." He said cryptically.
Rogue/Siren just smiled as she turned to Magneto. "Father, may I play now? I promise not to do too much damage." Rogue/Siren asked Magneto.
"Yes my dear, but behave yourself. Not too much you understand. You need to leave him in a somewhat undamaged condition for what comes next." After saying this, Magneto handed the control unit to Rogue/Siren and left the room with the ever-silent Mystique.
Logan didn't know what to expect next as Rogue turned to him. He thought he would try to talk with her. Try to find out what happened to her to make her what she was now. He finally realized that they had to have done something terrible to Marie to make her like this. There was no kindness, even the love that he remembered seeing in her eyes when they parted ways that final time at the mansion, when she didn't want him to leave. But like a coward he left, not wanting to face his own feelings or fears. Now it seems he would never have that chance again.
He tried his first attempt. "Rogue it's me, Logan." Rogue/Siren just stood there staring at him and fingering the control, not acknowledging him at all. He tried again, this time shifting his body's position to see her better and at the same time to try and protect his already injured body. "Please answer me. Please Marie." He pleaded, using her given name and filling it with the love that he felt for her, hoping to reach her, to see if one small part of her still felt the same way. Trying to use it as a wedge, to try and get through what every mind control they were using on her.
"Please let me know you're still in there somewhere, that you remember who you are and who I am." He pleaded. Just then she walked slowly up to him and kicked him hard in the ribs. She continued kicking him. He felt the breath leave his body. He knew if it wasn't for the metal that was fused to his skeleton she would have cracked, if not broken his ribs. As it was, under the abuse that she was raining down on his body, she was doing some massive damage, which he hoped would heal. In a strange way he mentally thanked the bastards who grafted the metal to him. Because, if it weren't for them, he would have never met Marie and certainly would never survive the beating and torture he was enduring now. Also anything he would endure in the near future.
He gasped in between the pain and the blows, trying to reach her again. "Please Marie, stop this. This is not you! You're kind and always see the good in people. They did something to you, you have to fight it." "God damn it, you have to remember me!" "If you don't remember me, try to remember what that bastard tried to do to you in that machine at the statue. He was going to kill you!" She kicked him again, all the while with a satisfied but far away look on her face. He knew he couldn't fight back because he was much bigger than she was and even without his mutation he knew he could have hurt her. But he didn't want to do that, to hurt her. No matter what has happened to her or what that bastard did to her, she was still Marie and always would be, even if he died trying to prove it.
"Please hear me. I love you. You have to remember our link, feel me inside your head. I know I'm still in there with you and as long as I'm in there you will never be alone. Feel my love. Please!" he pleaded. He barely missed a kick to the face as he kept trying all the while she was battering his body time after time. "You have to remember Storm, Professor Xavier, and all the others who are our 'family'. Damn it, please listen to me!" He shouted angrily. Then he noticed it, just for a brief moment there was a flicker of something, some type of recognition that flashed across her face. A softening, but it was there just for a moment then it was gone, replaced with the cold hatred. He tried one last time. "Come on sweetheart, I saw that, you remembered. Please fight it, if not for me, then for your yourself." "I need you." He pleaded, tears forming in his eyes from the pain he was enduring and also the terrible sadness he was feeling.
Finally she stopped and looked at him with such hatred. "What the hell do you know about me? What the hell do you know about love? You are nothing but a drifter, an animal! You never stay in one place." She hit him hard across the back with one end of the heavy chains.
"You are like all the rest, you use people and when you get what you want from them or if you are afraid of them, you leave! You go onto the next one!" She yelled and kicked him again, harder this time.
He tried to move, to protect his ribs and his battered body, but the kick connected with the side of his face instead. His head swam and the nausea threatened to overcome him. He would be damned he let them see him puke. Blood flowed freely again from his split cheek and lip.
She continued ranting. "You fuck everything in sight, no matter if they want to or not. You hurt them in ways that are unbelievable, then you abandon them. All the while your so-called family look on laughing!" she was crying now and shaking, reliving the drug induced nightmares of her torture. "I have no family, you son of a bitch. Only the one I have now. They love me for what I am and they will protect me from people like you. You will never hurt me again! You are an animal and must be dealt with like one!!" At this she pushed the unit and Logan felt his body again on fire. Every fiber of his being told him he was dying. When he felt the blackness coming for him again the pain finally stopped. He lay there on the floor panting. He no longer had the strength to defend himself from the beating or the accusations.
Rogue/Siren took a deep breath, turned around without a word and left Logan alone with his pain. Not just the pain of his ravaged body, but the pain from deep within his soul. His heart felt torn from his body. He never in his life felt so alone, so utterly alone.
As Rogue/Siren closed the door, she leaned against it and wept bitterly. There was no recognition in her eyes, only deep hatred and for a brief moment, sadness. After one last look at the closed door she turned and continued down the hall to her room.
As he watched her leave the cell, it was then that Logan realized that he was too late again. This time he had lost her forever. This way hurt him far worse than when he believed that she was truly dead. She thought that he had done horrible things to her. She didn't believe him when he said he loved her and that he would never hurt her. He let his head fall to the floor. As the blackness claimed him, a single tear fell to the floor.
All the while the scene was unfolding in the cell it was being watched by a monitor in another room. On the other end was a very satisfied Magneto. Along with Magneto were Mystique and a very smug Tremor. He was eager to see Wolverine get his just rewards especially from someone that he cared very deeply for. And by god he is going to pay and Tremor was going to enjoy being the one to do it, especially when it came to that fine young filly.
Boy, he really knows how to pick them, but then he always did. Tremor thought, thinking back to the past. To a time when he and Wolverine were not exactly what you would call friends but they were not exactly enemies either. He shook his head. The past would never be forgotten. But the past was the past and this is now.
He was really anticipating the moment when he was going to seduce the bitch. He was going to screw her slowly. Completely in front of Wolverine and there wouldn't be anything he could do, chained up like he was. He would do things to her that she never imagined. He would make her moan and beg for more and she didn't want more, too bad she would get more. The others were taking care of the skin problem, they would make it work one way or the other. If it could not be solved, there were always other ways. He couldn't wait, he had never had a virgin before. They verified the fact by a medical exam when she was first brought in. He had insisted on it. He would be her first, even before Wolverine. She would remember this first time and never, ever forget it. He would make sure of it. After he was done with her, she would be of no further use to any other man and no other one would want her. When he was done with her he would slit her throat and let the lifeblood flow out of her, right in front of him and there would be nothing that Wolverine would be able to do. He felt his body responding just by the thought of it. Damn this was going to be wonderful!
But he wouldn't be able to do the last part, at least not for now. The old man, Magneto, has this agenda for revenge. The first step was already done. The turning of this girl against everything and everyone she held dear. Apparently the next step included the breaking of Wolverine. First was to break his spirit, and watching the woman he loved being ravaged by another man would be the beginning. Then came the breaking of his body, which had also already begun then finally the mind. Then the old man wanted to go after a group called the X-men, especially a man called Charles Xavier. If it was the group that they fought when they had grabbed the girl, it should be no problem. Apparently it had to do with why the old man was in that prison. He really didn't care. The only reason he signed on was that it included the destruction of Wolverine.
He looked around the room and the one person that still was missing was the bloke they called Sabertooth. He hadn't seen him since they caught Wolverine. He probably turned tail and ran. Well it was too bad for him. After he was done with the girl, he would have shared with him what was left of her before he disposed of her.
The old man was saying something to the strange blue bitch. He listened, but paid more attention when he heard what he was being said about their prisoner.
"We will let him alone for the night with his pain and thoughts, with no food or water. Also leave the light on without pause. In the morning we will begin phase 2." Turning to Tremor, "That will include your part in it Mr. Tremor. I assume you will be ready and able for it?" Magneto said to him with disdain. He had heard that Tremor was the best in his "field" and when he had also heard that Tremor had a past with Wolverine, which was even better. Even so, he was not totally in agreement with what was going to happen to the girl the next day or so, but if it led to the completion of his revenge, then so be it. He wanted nothing better than the total destruction of the Charles Xavier and his so called X-men.
"I will be more than ready for it. I'm always willing to be of assistance in any way to a lady, any lady." Tremor said with a sneer, looking at Mystique.
Magneto didn't miss the exchange. He turned to Mystique, "By the way Mystique my dear, how has my "daughter's" medical requirements been? Has she been taking her medicines like a good girl? We don't want her remembering at this moment do we? She must complete phase 2, then she can remember everything, every detail. That way it will destroy them both completely. Then my large hairy friend, you may do with them as you please." Magneto said to Tremor as he turned and walked out of the room followed very closely by Mystique.
Tremor turned to the monitor and he licked his lips in anticipation of phase 2. A slow smile crept on his face as he shut off the monitor and went to start tending to his young filly.
TBC
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