Chapter 4- Capture ((This chapter kinda gets gory. You have been warned))

Disclaimer: It just occurred to me that I own Zia. So I own her, and nothing else, except for a pair of really bitchin' Toucan earrings! HA! Try to take her from me, TRY! puts up fists

Toxic Beetle- Sweet, I got my first counts 3 reviews! You officially rock! Thanks for all of your compliments, and yes, I agree that nobody is better than Johnny Depp. Perhaps Kurt. But then it would be a close draw. So do you think I should make Zia and Kurt hook up? I don't want it to be one of those stories. I also wanna carry it on, for like, ever. But, on to the story:

It was another Danger Room exercise: you had an opponent, which you had to fight and defeat without injuries, Scott had begged. It was an exercise that helped see what your teammates' weaknesses were, and strengths, and how you could help each other out on "the battlefield". Zia and Kurt were paired. Bowing slightly to each other, they began. Kurt had his swords out, Zia had hers. Dancing in the same rhythm, they jabbed, dove, and dodged.

Zia had been at the Institute 3 weeks. She was lowering her guard lightly, she began to smile, talk, and laugh a little bit more, and the X-men noticed her improvement. They didn't push her, and she was relieved for that. She just needed her time.

Their swords flashed and flew, clanging, but the noise was lost in the noise of the other opponent's battles. Jubilee suddenly released a huge, vibrant explosion to Bobby. Distracted, Zia's sword was quickly flung up by Kurt and landed 15 feet away from her.

"I vin," said Kurt triumphantly. Zia shook his hand, smiling.

"Good job," she congratulated.

"You too," he grinned.

Movement in the control room caught her eye. Looking over, she gasped. A tight-lipped Professor accompanied none other than her mother and Bo into the control room. Scott and Storm were saying something to them, they looked angry. Bo replied, a smirk on his face. Zia's mother and Bo looked up at her, a triumphant sneer on their faces. The other opponents slowly stopped their battles, glancing back from the terrified looking Zia to the couple in the control room.

Fear radiated from Zia. Jean, picking it up, contacted the Professor- Charles, I've never seemed someone this scared. She is going to hurt herself!

The Professor answered her back grimly- I agree, she doesn't look too happy.

Zia took a few staggering steps back, her breathing labored. She began to hear that slight hum in her head again. She gulped.

Kurt took one look at her and grabbed her as if hugging her. He quickly teleported both of them to the main floor, right near the entrance.

Zia clung to him like a drowning man would cling to a lifesaver. She was shaking hard, and her face was pale as death. Her eyes were wide.

Kurt rocked her back and forth, slowly chanting, "It's okay, liebchen, I have you, its okay, its okay,"

"No, no, its not, they're here for me, they're going to take me away," she gasped. They continued in their tight embrace for awhile, until Zia broke it slowly.

She stood up, still shaking and white. She could hear voices and footsteps coming toward her.

Her mother, Bo, and the sweaty X-men fresh from the Danger Room stormed in the entrance hall. The unpleasant couple advanced toward her.

"We've come for you, to take you away, mutant," said Bo. "We signed you over to Doctor Milan. He's outside right now, with a van of government officials. We had a worry that you may be a bit uncooperative," he grinned cruelly.

"Hold on one minute, Mr. and Mrs. Tarlen," sounded Professor Xavier's voice, "I'd like to see proof. And Zia doesn't have to go if she doesn't want to."
Mrs. Tarlen held out a packet of papers. "I'm afraid she has to, whether she likes it or not! The government is paying us good money for a mutie with powers like hers." Xavier read over the papers. With a sinking heart, he saw Mrs. Tarlen's signature, as well as Doctor Milan's and The Director of Mutant Affairs' signatures.

"You're gonna have to go through me, bub," growled Logan, and with a soft snikt he unsheathed his claws and stood in front of Zia. Bo signaled to the soldiers outside the mansion. Then, without further ado, he shot Logan clean in the stomach. Zia shrieked, her eyes terrified.

Suddenly, 20 or so soldiers burst in, guns at the ready. The leader made to grab Zia ("C'mere, Missy!"), but she drew two long jagged daggers and jumped out of his snatch. Twirling and spinning her blades back and forth, Zia was ready for a fight.

"You're not taking me alive," she spat at him. Rolling his eyes, the leader

grabbed the nearest X-man, who happened to be Jean, by the hair and dragged her backwards. He put the machine gun to her neck. Jean used all her will, and telepathically twisted the gun into a metal, useless knot. She smiled satisfactorally at his stunned expression.

At once, Zia evaporated the daggers and stepped forward, almost calmly. The leader dropped Jean.

"Don't hurt them," Zia snarled. One of the soldiers grabbed her around the middle and heaved her toward the door. No matter how hard she fought, kicked, and elbowed the soldier, he would not relent. The remaining soldiers stood in front of the furious X-men. He put a tranquilizer to Zia's head, and as he loaded the injection, she turned toward her mother, glaring at her with a hate that made her shake.

"I am not allowing this to happen," said the Prof, sounding angrier than Zia had ever heard him. "Zia belongs here, not at some mutant testing base. She's not going."

"Well, I'm sorry, Wheels, but I don't give a damn what you and your other little mutants think," the leader sneered. Zia was numb, but she felt a ripple of anger still.

"What the hell have I ever done to you?" she asked quietly. The soldier jabbed the shot the needle into her neck. She heard a few or her teemates let out a cry of anger, and start forward. She drifted off into an uneasy sleep, as chaos broke loose.

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Zia woke later, groggy as hell and had a headache that killed. She had a bad habit of waking up like this lately.

Looking around, she saw that she was in a tiny cell, with a dirty hospital gown on. She had a thick, tight collar around her throat. She had heard of these things before, some type of mutant collar. She couldn't think of the name now. On it, however, there was a tiny inscription that she could only just read-Property of Ironer Falls Government Testing Base.

Zia could almost hear her heart stop. Ironer Falls was said to be the worst of the "government bases". They were where mutants were the guinea pigs, the little white mice, of the government and their mutant weapons testing.

Zia looked around her. She was in a dimly lit room, and across from her she could see 4 other cells like hers, and in them dark huddled shapes. Some of them twitched and cried out in their sleep.

A door opened suddenly, and a man came down the steps. He walked up to the cell next to her and opened the door.

"Number 889, you're up," he said, dragging the mutant from their cell. Zia could see that it was a skinny, blonde girl about 11 years old. Zia instantly wanted to throw up. She listened closely, and her eyes got wide. There was scream after scream, terrorized and heart-wrenching. After about 20 minutes, the same soldier brought the girl back down again. This time Zia did throw up.

The girl's head was slashed diagonally, streaming blood. She had fresh cuts on her legs and arms, with livid yellow bruises surrounding them. The soldier threw her into the cell, and then came over to Zia's. Zia quickly stood up and wiped her spit on her sleeve. She glared at him defiantly.

He laughed. "Oh, we're gonna have fun with you, little missy, I'm sure of it. Dirty white trash."

She launched herself at the cage door, but he just laughed and walked away.

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Later that evening, Zia could almost go insane. She had been sitting in this cell all day. None of the soldier's had come for her-yet- but she should be tested on soon. She shuddered, then looked over at the blonde girl.

She was slowly stirring, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Zia crawled over to the wall. "Hey," she whispered.

The blonde girl looked at her warily. "Hey. You new here?"

Zia nodded. "I'm Zia, 17 years old." She held out her hand through the bars.

The girl took her hand. "I'm Lyla, 13 years old."

Zia started. "But…you look so…young."

The girl shrugged. "I've been here about 4 months already." She suddenly paled. "It only gets worse from here though."

Zia leaned closer. "Listen, I'm going to try to bust us out if my team the X-men doesn't come first." When Lyla looked questioningly at her, Zia began to tell her about the X-men. She fell into a dreamy daze, talking about her mother, her encounter with Logan, and her new family and home.

Lyla nodded. "Sounds interesting. Do you think…I mean would they let me join?" she asked timidly.

Zia smiled slightly. "They never turn anyone down. Don't worry. So, what's your story?"

Lyla had been tricked here by her parents. Once they found out about her mutation (controlling light), they pretended to be taking her for a car ride, when really they turned her over to the government for a large amount of money.

"Shh," said Zia suddenly. She could hear loud soldier's voices drifting down. They were loud and drunken as the stumbled down the steps. The soldier who Zia encountered before pointed at her and sauntered over to the front of her cage. Zia could see another soldier doing the same to Lyla.

"Get back," she said hoarsely. She realized she was a weakened, skinny girl who was going up against a strong, drunk, armed man. There was no chance.

He opened her cage. Zia was in a daze.

He grabbed her and forced her to the ground, laughing. Zia could hear nothing.

He took off her hospital gown, revealing her skinny pale flesh. Zia could feel nothing.

He began to kiss her breasts. Zia remembered vividly the night when she met Logan.

He laughed and pulled down her pants. Zia closed her eyes and thought of the Professor. Help.

He unbuttoned his pants. Zia thought of Kurt reciting his German prayers.

And as she was violated by this strange, smelly, man, the only thing she could bring to her head was a bird, flying, flying, and then gone.

A/N: Yeah, sorry about that, but I didn't want one of those cheesy stories where the girl gets saved just in time as the soldiers starts to rape her. News Flash: That's absolute bull. Anyway, R/R PLEASE! The words are pouring from me literally. I will have 3 more chapters up by the end of the night, I swear to God.