Chapter 3 What the...
It had been a week since Gambit was brought to the mansion, he hadn't woken up once and slept peacefully for the first time since, Hank would be in the lab doing research when he'd hear the monitor's go haywire and find Gambit convulsing, "Again with the nightmares...what happened to you, to frighten you so much..." he sighed. "Well don't you worry my young Cajun, You're very safe here..." checking the IV's and the monitor's he turned back to his lab and continued his research.
A few hours later
Gambit was having another one of his daily nightmares. The room was gray and had medical equipment everywhere in the center there was a table with straps to hold whoever lay on it still. Next to it was a silver tray with various surgical tools on it just waiting to be used. He was trapped in a cell and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't charge the bars, the walls, the floor or pick the lock he kept hearing screams from afar which only made him panic. Out of frustration he sat down, his back against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest his hands covering his ears trying to block out the screams...he looked up and saw a pair of glowing red eyes within the shadows.
Gambit gasped quite loudly, his eyes snapped open as he jolted awake taking in his surroundings, breathing heavily. 'What the...where the hell am I...and why the hell am I hooked up to all this shit?'
Faintly remembering his dream he started to panic, then sensed movement in the other room, he held his breath and quickly lay back down. He heard whoever it was coming in his room and stopping next to the bed and checked the needles in his arms. Gambit did everything he could to try and calm down and stay still. After a few minutes he heard the person speak "Must be having another nightmare..." and then left the room, he heard the door hiss closed...then he waited, Using his spatial awareness to sense that there was no one else anywhere near his room. Gambit opened his eyes 'I have to get the hell out of here!'
He sat up, looked around and ripped out the IV's from his arms, and swung his legs over the side of the bed, holding on to the bed for balance he cautiously left the room and walked into what looked like a lab, Gambit shuddered visions of his dream flashing in his head, he shrugged them off and went to a cabinet next to the door looking through several doors ignoring the blood trickling down his arms. He found a pair of blue hospital scrubs for surgeons. 'Light Blue ain't my color but it better dan dis dress I'm wearin.' He quickly put them on longing for his trench coat, which held his cards and Bo staff. Speaking of weapons he grabbed a handful of paper clips on the desk and went out the door.
Peeking out in the
hall, Gambit staggered out of med-lab and looked around he saw an
elevator and keeping close to the wall he stealthily made his way to it.
Looking
behind him he waited for the doors to open, he pushed the button that
said ground level, and waited nervously for the doors to close, hoping
when they opened again his worst nightmare wouldn't be there waiting
for him.
Most of the students within the mansion were at school, Storm was in the garden taking care of her plants, Logan was in the Danger Room blowing off steam, The Professor was in the kitchen conversing with Hank who after staying up all night doing research and taking care of his charge desperately needed a coffee and Twinkie break.
"...and then after falling asleep in the rec room Bobby didn't notice that Kurt had quite artistically drew him a very handsome mustache..." The Professor and Hank both chuckled.
They both looked up as Logan entered the kitchen grabbing a beer in the fridge.
"Well good afternoon Logan, how was your session in the danger room?"
"Brutal Chuck, as usual." He smirked. "How's the kid today Hank?"
Xavier and Logan both stared at Hank "Although everything is normal, I'm afraid that aside from the nightmares, he hasn't shown any signs of waking up yet."
"Man that sucks...all this waiting is torture..."
"Awww...How sweet Logan is like a mother wolf protecting her pup." Storm smiled sweetly as she entered the kitchen and sat down next to Hank.
"Watch it 'Ro"
Xavier smiled "Ororo is quite right Logan, ever since Gambit arrived you seem very protective of the boy and..."
Logan cut him off "Well, what da ya expect after what Hank told us...Damnit he's just a kid... What I'd like to know is who the hell cut him open, so I can track the bastard down and give him my own personal surgical touch..." he growled, unsheathing his claws with a shnikt for emphasis. "And then I'd..."
Sheathing his claws Logan stopped talking when he glanced at Charles, eyes closed and in deep concentration "What's the matter Chuck?"
Charles opened his eyes in shock and looked deeply concerned, "Speaking of the boy, he's wide awake, confused, very frightened and on the move."
