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The Emo Princess : congratulation to the new mummy !

Summers groupie : you begin to know my style lol

Agent G : it's like you want. "Positives changes" are subjective. The story isn't the same, the most changes are later.Personally I rather like working hard on my novels than on fanfiction which are only a divertissement. Moreover I've never really killed one character. For Jean's family, it's not bashing, I hate it too, bashing is when you make people ridiculous, and there is a reason for Jean's parents leaving her: her mutation. PersonallyI don't know how I could judge any story, so it don't, I considere that anybody as it's ownn style and moreover I wait to see the end before comentating if I do.

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Jean leaned on the straw mattress of her cell, the material of which had been stained by her blood for a long time. Actually, she didn't know for how long she'd been there, she was losing all sense of time; maybe she was even lengthening it, by changing the seconds into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days.

A door banged and she startled, curling up a little more on herself as terrible flashes were coming back to her mind. Night and day, she was beaten, raped and tortured, but the rapes overall happened in the evening. At each fall of the day, she was afraid that the men would come for her again, as they were often doing. The days before, they had again came at three, not giving her any break, raping her one after the other, then at the same time, laughing and moaning out of pleasure while she struggled to breathe. Defending herself and biting them were only bringing her more kicks and savagery. Before it didn't matter, she needed to struggle, now she wasn't able to, her body wasn't following anymore. As a matter of fact, they left her half-naked now, tired of giving her clothes which would be torn that very day, so, she was only wearing a long shirt; an old travelling rug holed by the mites had been thrown to her so she didn't die from cold.

She sobbed. A gust of wind let the snow engulf her cell, which enlarged the puddle which had taken shape on the ground by melting. Jean had a cold, the humidity had saturated her poor cover with water; she was hungry, but a lot less than before, she was accustomed at the daily-ration of bread even if the rapes where preventing her to keep all of it …She felt pain everywhere, her body was covered by dried blood, bruises and wounds more or less healed, the simple fact of breathing was painful for her, she didn't count the number of kicks she had received, or the tortures she had endured anymore. She was feeling filthy and soiled. She made herself vomit constantly whenever the guards cum in her mouth and forced her to swallow their semen. Her body was slowly rejecting to keep anything in her stomach, including the daily stale bread they gave her. If she wasn't so weak and didn't feel so much pain, she would spend whole hours by cleaning herself. She wanted only one thing: that they end with it, that they kill her, because the physical tortures or the death was nothing compared to that…

She barely remembered who she was and what was her life before; when she fell asleep it was for only an intermittent, by exhaustion dreamless slumber; alone in her cell, she was feeling emptied of energy but full of dirtiness, her innocence and her light had disappeared forever, she had stopped living even if her heart was resolutely keeping on beating, her eyes on seeing and crying, and her body on feeling and suffering.

Steps made themselves heard and stopped in front of the door of her cell, she closed her eyes and set free new tears, she knew what was about to happen again even if her body hadn't recovered from their previous rape…


Two weeks passed again, Jean had disappeared a month and a half ago. Forge had been able to enter the group of the 'Friends Of Humanity' a short time after his visit to the Institute, but hadn't – as of his last report– learned anything exploitable.

Scott was turning like a lion in a cage, he and Kurt were waiting for over an hour for Forge to come to their rendezvous, in a town parking lot lit by some street-lamps. Finally, a car made its appearance, parked not far away, and the mutant brought back from the past got out of it.

- "So ? Do you have anything ?" asked Scott even before he arrived at their level.

Forge nodded and the X-Men leader's heart hesitated between tightening with hope and preparing itself to be broken.

- "I've had a drink with a man of the organization whose trust I gained, and was able to make him speak" he answered "I know that some members, the more extremists of the so-called 'Friends Of Humanity' have a headquarters in the area of Tacoma –Washington state–. Here is the precise address," he gave a paper to Scott "they're detaining two or three mutants in there thanks to devices which can hold back their powers"

- "So, that's why Cerebro hasn't found anything !" exclaimed Kurt "That's a good lead, we have to go here Scott !"

- "We'll go" said Cyclops "Anything else which could be useful for us ?"

- "It's an isolated building where there're at least twenty armed people, the man told me it seemed to him that one of the mutants involved with the Sentinel-story was still detained in there one week ago"

- "Jean…" breathed Scott.

- "Yes, I think that if he wasn't mistaking it must be her; but hurry up those guys are no altar boys, they're real Gestapos"…"

Scott quickly thanked him and Kurt teleported them immediately to the Institute where a rescue-mission was organised for as soon as possible. Almost immediately, Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler and Rogue were leaving in the X-Jet for the western United States.


Upon arrival, they landed the X-Jet at a reasonable distance and departed in two teams : Cyclops and Wolverine on a one side, Storm, Shadowcat and Rogue on the other one, Kurt stayed aboard the jet, tuned in to come and fetch them if an emergency-evacuation was required, all of them staying in contact thanks to theirs com-devices. As a precaution, Rogue borrowed a a little bit of her stepbrother's power, just the amount necessary to conserve it for a little while – couldn't take anymore without weakening him– and they left.

Arriving at the spot, Kitty silently phased all of them through the walls and the two teams parted.

It was Storm's group which found the first one of the cells. The weather witch overtook the guards while Kitty was phasing through the first door and that Rogue was teleporting herself into the second room. Quickly, Rogue reappeared with a 14/15 year-old young boy, seeming panicked but in a good state, while Shadowcat was coming back empty-handed. Storm encouraged her to look into the third room as they were making enquiries about the boy's identity :

- "My name's Kevin…I…get me out of here, I beg you, awful things are happening here..., I've heard yells which made my blood run cold" he mumbled.

Kitty reappeared and shook her head, the third cell was empty. Ororo nodded in understanding and leaned over the young mutant while Rogue kept her eyes on the surroundings.

- "We'll get you out of here, but before we do I've got to ask you some questions" said the weather witch, creating a little lightning to short-circuit the device he was wearing around his neck "You've been here for a long time?"

The young boy moved back when he heard his 'collar' crackling and smelt a burned scent, he hadn't seen anything coming. He cast a worried glance to Ororo but quieted down when she pulled out the device.

- "So ?" she asked gently, pushing him nevertheless to answer quickly.

- "No, two days…well I guess so…I was kidnapped in Madison"

- "Have you seen a young girl of 18 years old, about my height, with red hair, named Jean Grey ?"

- "No…I haven't seen anybody, just two men who have advised me to keep still and… told me that they'd soon take care of my case and wished I'd hold on longer than the two mutants before me... with an awful smile they told me that they were dead by assisting to their own dissection" he shivered, the three X-Men looked frightened.. "But the yells I've heard seemed to be girl's ones…well I think so, because it was so horrible that I rather liked to put my fingers in my ears…and since, nothing more "

Storm kept her composure.

- "Okay, we'll hide you" she said before turning herself toward Rogue.

She understood, and in an instant had teleported the young boy into the X-Jet and was back in the building. The team carried on their searches in the corridor which had lead them to here.

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Wolverine and Cyclops were travelling through another part of the building and hadn't met anyone yet. Suddenly, they heard the voices of two men coming in their direction and hid themselves in a corner, their objective being to act without attracting attention to them as long as possible.

Unfortunately, the two members of the 'Friends of Humanity' stopped a few feet from the two X-Men and started a conversation that chilled them with fright:

- "By the way Tyron, I've fucked the Redhead a few hours ago, you and the others were right, that's a good one, although a little too spineless and damaged for my taste…" said a man in a guttural voice.

- "Oh but she wasn't at the beginning, I took her when she was still a virgin, if you had heard her yell the bitch! Well, duh, it was the same the other times I fucked her, but at least she wasn't covering me with blood anymore, since I had popped her cherry and I didn't need to hit her as much, it was already done, and the other had also fucked her" he sniggered. "Now, between the state which she's in and the fact that she doesn't eat her bread since a week anymore, that's sure, she's nothing more than a living inflatable doll"

Logan had managed to keep Scott still and silent until now, but he lost the will and slackened his grip. Scott's heart missed a beat; in an instant he had leapt of their hiding place, and pounced on Tyron throwing him against a wall with a strength and a rage which Wolverine would have never suspected; as a matter of fact, he was in the same state and had pulled out his claws to liquidate the second man who didn't even have the time to open his mouth. The X-Men didn't kill ? Here it was above their strength, even of Cyclops' self-control who was setting upon Tyron, punching and kicking him, while a simple optic-blast should have been enough to slaughter him.

- "FUCKING BASTARDS! SHE'S ONLY EIGHTTEEN YEARS OLD! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER? HOW? YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PAY!" his anger was such that his visor was glowing redder than it ever did before, if he had taken it off right at this instant, he could have literally destroyed a whole mountain.

- "Cyclops, that's enough, he's dead" said Logan, catching him by his shoulders.

As a matter of fact, Scott's brutal attack had been enough to break his neck, the strength of the impact against the wall having been amplified by the weight of the clumsy guard. Having said that, the settling of their scores had lacked discretion, and attracted people, with more armed guards coming in their direction.

- "Wolverine, Cyclops ?" suddenly asked Storm's voice in their communicators "We've located Jean, she's in a sort of lab, South of your position, We'll set her free"

Scott turned himself toward Wolverine and asked him with an imploring voice:

- "Logan, go and get her out of there, please, get her out of there"

Logan gave him a surprised glance, he was expecting him to be the first one to go running toward Jean.

- "I'm dying to do it by myself, but I'm the only one of us who can stop the others while staying at distance" answered Scott as if he had read in his thoughts "Go! Don't waste any time!"

Wolverine nodded, but before leaving in the direction Storm had indicated, said:

- "Be careful, okay? Jeannie's gonna need you."

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On their side, Storm instructed the thunderbolt and the gusts of wind to knock out the women and the men blocking their way as Kitty and Rogue were getting in the lab by phasing through a wall, Rogue having lost Kurt's teleportation power. They found themselves in a room with all kind of surgical and torture instruments which they rather liked not knowing the function; in any case they hadn't time to waste.

Nobody was paying attention to them, so the two mutants came running toward the table where Jean was placed. She wasn't tied, as a matter of fact, seeing the state in which she was, there wasn't any risk she could escape. Rogue and Kitty saw that she was conscious, although the parts of her feverish body which weren't covered by the dirty gown she was wearing were so much scattered by bruises, wounds and more or less dried blood that they had trouble not averting their glances under the shock.

- "We'll get you out of here; can you, like, walk?" Kitty asked automatically, putting her hand on her arm, she was surprised that Jean wasn't reacting to their arrival.

- "Kitty, she has a broken leg, how do you want her to walk?" noticed Malicia.

As a matter of fact, one of Jean's legs was obviously suffering of an opened fracture, a band had been rapidly placed, but it was soiled by blood which was running on the table. Something seemed to be pointing below and Kitty, realising what he must be, had to hold back a need to throw up. She turned her glance and called their friend:

- "Jean?'

She didn't obtain an answer and it was then that something caught her attention them: even if she had her eyes slightly opened, Jean was staying perfectly still, her empty glance lost into space.

- "Jean ? Why doesn't she, like, move ?" asked Shadowcat perplexed.

- "Ah haven't got a clue !" answered Rogue as bewildered at the telepath's state as Kitty was. she called her as well, and tried to make her react by patting her cheeks with her gloved hand. "Check if she has a pulse"

- "But if…"

- "Do it for Christ'sake!"

Kitty nodded –knowing that Rogue couldn't feel anything with her gloves– and raised her fingers to Jean's carotid before announcing with relief:

- "She's alive"

At the room entrance, Storm had just finished with the opposition and carried her attention toward her students, surprised to see them still at the same place whereas they should be already helping Jean to slide down off the table:

- "What's up?"

- "She's, like, alive and seems to be conscious, but she doesn't react, she…" mumbled Kitty.

- "What?"

Ororo came to join them and was also confronted by the sight of Jean's bruised body and more so at her empty and lost gaze.

- "Oh my god…Jean ? Jean, do you hear me ?" asked Storm in a worried voice, by passing her hands on her cheeks bruised by the blows. At the beginning, in order to keep her conscious and enticing, they had spared her face, but since some days, they weren't restraining themselves anymore.

The telepath didn't even blink. As perplexed as the two young girls, Ororo examined her with her eyes but the only apparent wounds she saw were her left leg, a wrist, and three fingers broken, and also a deep slash still bleeding at her left arm and another less serious at her forehead. Her fever seemed to be rather raised and, as for her breathing, it was particularly slow but regular.

The three mutants didn't have the time to think about anything else as Logan burst into the room, he was also covered by blood.

- "Wolverine ? Where's Cyclops?" asked Storm, fearing that something may have happened to him.

- "He's holdin' back the other armed guys!"

He arrived at Jean's level and couldn't help a gasp at her sight.

- "Bunch of bastards…" he grumbled, she even didn't have her own scent anymore, she was covered by men ones and two were predominating the others: the fear and the blood one.

Couldn't waste any time, he pulled out his claws and was about to remove the device surrounding the young mutant's neck, but Ororo stopped him:

To be continued

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