Shout outs:
Mark C: Yes the link will help out later on, don't worry Shaw will get his just not from what you expect. Glad you liked the Vince/Emma part and when Rogue learns some control she will be a force to be reckoned with. Tessa is a wild card in this and you'll see later what her true role is.
TheLegendaryManHimself: Yeah she does have some ulterior motives and Rogue just gained that new ability she didn't know what her full powers were, and you know Selene's punishment will be harsh.
Lil Jean: Don't say I didn't warn you but don't worry things will turn out better for her in the long run just wait.
Sparky Genocide: Shaw has no morals or conscience in this fic. If you think Shaw was bad Selene is worse, and you're right they will hate the club for all of this.
The Uncanny R-Man: You haven't seen anything yet. Glad you liked the fluff part and the other parts.
Ldypebsaby: If you think that was dark the first part of this is darker, but everything else is lighter to balance it out.
Thanks to: Wen1, X00001,
WARNING:This chapter has graphic sexual imagery.CHAPTER 7: PAIN AND PUNISHMENT
(you might want to skip this is your too sensitive but this should be the only thing like this in this story for some time if ever)
Rogue was struggling as the guards took her to a room in the underground level of the building. It turned out to be this metal one with red stuff in certain areas and a chair as well as some other nasty looking 'equipment.' They pulled her arms up and handcuffed her to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She saw Selene whisper something to the guards and they left the room.
Selene looked at her with a snide, superior look on her face. In an act of defiance, Rogue spit in her face. Selene snarled and backhanded her face and then hit her hard in the stomach. Rogue winced and coughed from the blow as Selene began to unfasten her clothing. The top soon fell off and she quickly moved on to pull off the lower part of the leather garment. Rogue felt the cold air of the room on her flash and tried not to look scared at what this woman had in store for her. Selene walked behind her and heard her take something.
"You know, I think I'll make you go through some of what Emma went endured. You're only getting a days worth though, so feel lucky at that. Let me ask you something…Was escaping worth it?" Rogue strayed silent. "Very well then."
Rogue heard a 'thwack' sound and screamed out in pain as her back felt like it was in fire. "This is a special nylon whip I'm using." Selene explained as Rogue fought back her tears. "It won't open your skin or cut you, but it will leave nasty welts on your body that will take a few days to heal." She hit Rogue again and this time she fought the urge to scream. "Now…Was…It…Worth…It?" She asked every word was accented by a whip strike.
By the end of five minutes, Rogue felt herself crying from the pain as her entire backside was covered in red stripes that burned in the cool air. Selene went to her front and picked up a bottle of water and force Rogue to swallow some of it. "There's a good girl. Wouldn't want your throat to dry out. Now are you going to be a good girl?" She asked, but still saw the defiance and hatred in Rogue's eyes.
Selene only smiled. "Well then, I guess you haven't learned your lesson have you?" She went to the chair and placed the water down and in a quick flashed the whip out and struck both of her breast. Rogue cried out once more. It lasted another five minutes as Selene then covered her front with the exception of her face in whip marks. At the end of it, Rogue was nearing unconsciousness and was thankful for it. She looked down at her body and saw all the red marks and part of her mind that was grateful that they wouldn't leave scars.
Selene looked at the weakened woman and put the whip aside and got out a small medical case near one of the walls. She soon retrieved a needle and got a small vile and filled it up with something. She tested the needle and walked back towards the beaten young woman. She saw that the tears on her face had stopped and then quickly injected the needle into her chest, right into her heart. Rogue gasped as her eyes suddenly snapped open. "Adrenaline," Selene explained as she pulled the needle out. "To keep you awake." She fed her more water. "Now…Was it worth it?"
A part of Rogue wanted to say no it wasn't, but she didn't want to give the bitch the satisfaction. The immortal woman smiled and with a pair of keys, released her and Rogue fell to the ground too weak to move. "You once couldn't touch another living person is that right?" Rogue looked at her in confusion, but didn't like where this was going. "Well how about I give you a sensation you'll never forget?" She said coldly. "Come on in!" She yelled out. Rogue then saw a group of guards enter the room. She tried to cover her nakedness the best she could from the floor as Selene went to her chair and sat down. "Go on boys, have fun…But remember, don't touch the face. No scars and no mercy."
Rogue couldn't see their faces with the masks and they started to surround her. 'Oh god…Not this! Please not this!' She silently prayed to herself.
"Grab her arms!" One of them said as two of them took her arms and held them to the ground. She tried to fight them, but was too weak from the beatings Selene had given her and watched in horror as one of them started to undress. He kept the mask on as he forcefully spread her legs apart.
"Please…No…Don't…" Rogue whispered out. He didn't listen and she felt him begin to enter her forcefully and harshly. She closed her eyes and then felt him stop.
"Hey this girl's a virgin." He chuckled as he then thrust forward and listened to her scream at the feeling of her hymen being torn. "Not anymore now!" He said as he started thrusting into her.
"Oh God stop! It hurts! Please stop!" Rogue cried out as he continued raping her with the others encouraging him. She didn't know how long it lasted. Her whole body still hurt from the whipping and now her insides stung too. Then, she felt him slow down and a senses pulsing sensation on his member. "Oh God, take it out! Take it out!" She screamed at him, knowing he was close to finishing, but despite her pleas he kept it in her until he finished and she felt him finish to her disgust.
He pulled out of her leaving, her panting for breath. She hoped it was over, but it wasn't. Another guard soon took his place and it began all over again. She still screamed and cried out for them to stop, but to Selene it was music to her ears. She enjoyed watching the girl get raped and after the third man, they started to change things. They moved her onto her hands and knees as one of them took her from behind. Her inner thighs had a mixture of her blood and seamen while one of the guards in front of her forced her mouth open by grabbing her hair and forced her to orally please him.
Selene couldn't help but be impressed and was getting turned on by the woman's pain. "You," She called out to one of the guards. "Disrobe and lay on your back." He complied since the last guard to say no had died screaming and his skull was said to be an ashtray in her room now. Selene proceeded to remove her thong and straddled herself over him and impaled her self on the guard, wanting to get off on Rogue's torment. She watched Rogue as she fucked the guard.
It went on like that until Rogue no longer felt anything, her eyes had glazed over as she retreated within her mind, but this ordeal would surly forever haunt her.
When they had finally finished with her, she lay there on the floor sweating and panting. Her body was in pain all over in places she never felt pain before. Her mouth, chin, and breasts had semen dripping all over her and she had an awful taste in her mouth from the blow jobs she had been force to perform. Now, she just laid there curled up into a ball as Selene looked down at her both sexually and emotionally satisfied. "Now…Was it worth it?"
If Rogue could say anything, she would have said no. It hadn't been and after that…And she knew she wouldn't risk running away again. She felt more tears in her eyes, but not from pain. This was because of the fact that she knew they were winning, if not had already won. She was close to breaking and she knew it. She didn't want to go through that again…Never again, and she wasn't sure what she would do never to have Selene do that to her ever again.
Xavier Institute - Hallway
It was late at night as most of the institute slept. Professor Xavier still refused to rest from his search and was only forced to rest after some heavy coaxing on the part of Beast. But everybody knew that he wouldn't rest peacefully until his two missing students were found and returned safe and sound.
As midnight came and went for the dark halls of the institute, Ororo Munroe made her way though the halls with a tired expression on her face. With Logan acting so strangely, Xavier constantly going in and out of Cerebro, and Beast carefully monitoring Scott and Remy's condition it left her the only adult in the mansion to deal with a bunch of super-powered teens. Needless to say, it was a stressful task to maintain order especially when rumors and gossip about what was happening Rogue and Jean's disappearance kept spreading uncontrollably.
But finally, most of the students were asleep now much to Ororo's relief. Now she couldn't begin to describe her exhaustion. Everything was such a mess at this point. Scott was having strange seizures in his sleep, Remy had to go through some rather serious procedures to save his life, and the Professor could still find no solid leads towards Jean and Rogue's location. Then there was Logan. Something had happened not long after Remy arrived that had caused him a great deal of stress. And Ororo knew Logan better than almost anybody else. She knew that he was a recluse, but she also knew when something serious was bothering him. Most other people wouldn't be able to see the signs, but Ororo knew that something major…Something disturbing…Was going through his mind and it was tearing him apart the more he tried to make sense of it.
As Ororo passed Logan's room, she found herself stop cold in her tracks. Logan hadn't left his room for the better part of two days now and only came out to tear the Danger Room the shreds. Ororo hadn't checked on him in a while, for if there was one thing she had learned about Logan in all the years she had been friends with him, it was that when he wants to be alone it's not a good idea to pressure him. But as Ororo slowly approached his door, she noticed that it was slightly ajar. And being as quiet as she possibly could, she opened it inch by inch to see her feral friend asleep in his bed. But even from this distance…It was clear that something was not right.
As Logan lay in a deep sleep in his bed, he tossed and turned as he saw a strange image form before his eyes in a wavy, yet vivid state.
"Logan-san. You are late," smiled a beautiful young Japanese woman as she stood in the opening of a quaint house upon a hill.
"You know me darlin'. You have yourself to blame for that."
"Oh, how so?" grinned the woman as Logan approached the smiling woman with perfectly cut firewood in his hands.
"You always tell me to take it slow, make it last, don't rush when it ain't necessary."
"And they say you never listen," said the woman as she inched her face closer to his, the grin on her beautiful face never wavering.
"What can I say…You make me do crazy things…Yuriko."
Then Logan's lips met with those of the woman before him and they embraced under the setting sun. The sounds, taste, and smell of the cherry blossoms hung strong in the air. Every sensation, every feeling…It was amplified as world around him caused ever last nerve to surge with unparalleled feeling. And the source of it was this woman…Yuriko.
"No…Yuriko," muttered Logan in his sleep as Ororo slowly stepped into his darkened room.
Ororo could tell that something was happening in his mind, but she could determine what. It was as if something was overwhelming his senses and his mind and he couldn't control it. He began to thrash more erratically as she got closer and Ororo couldn't help but grow more concerned.
"Logan?" she whispered as she neared his bedside.
"Yuriko…No…Don't go…" he said in a tone not at all above a whisper.
He began thrashing more violently in his bed and at this point, Ororo had seen enough. It was clear he was suffering and she couldn't stand seeing it anymore.
"Logan…Logan it's me! Wake up," said Ororo in an increasingly concerned tone.
"No…Stop…NO!"
Suddenly, Logan's eyes shot open and his claws shot out of his knuckles as the animal within took over and he quickly turned on the presence closest to him.
Ororo quickly fell back as Logan lunged forth, but the former weapon managed to restrain himself as he quickly realized what he was doing and to whom.
"Logan…" said Ororo as calmly as she could, "It's alright. It's only me."
"Ororo…" said Logan, feeling dazed and disoriented, "I…I'm sorry darlin' I…I don't know what came over me."
Logan quickly withdrew his adamantium claws and sat back on his bed, leaving Ororo to face the same confused face as she had earlier. Only this time, it was worse.
"Logan, it is clear that something is bothering you," said Ororo as she sat on his bed next to him.
Normally, Logan if anyone else had entered his room he wouldn't have hesitated to kick them out without a second thought. But this was Ororo. She was his best friend. He had known her longer than any of the students. She knew him better than almost anybody else. And after what he had just seen and what he had nearly done, he didn't have the strength, nor the heart to just kick her out. But still, this was something he didn't want to discuss. He was confused enough as it is over what was going on. However, Ororo wasn't about to leave without getting some answers.
"It's nothing Ro. Just bad dreams, that's all," Logan said mechanically as if it were an impulse.
"Logan…You know that's not true," said Ororo in response, not at all surprised by his words.
"I don't wanna talk about it!" he grumbled as he got up from the bed.
"I know you don't…That much you've made clear," said Ororo as she let out an exasperated sigh.
Normally, Ororo would have gotten frustrated by such a response be it from Logan or anybody else. But her gut instinct was telling her that this was something more. There was a lot more to this than it seemed and even Logan looked as though he knew that, otherwise it wouldn't be causing so much stress. But still, the nature of being a concerned friend overstepped those bounds as she pushed on against a man who never liked to be pushed.
"Something is happening to you Logan," Ororo said as she got up and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder in an effort to calm him down, "Ever since Remy arrived, you've been acting strange. And I know that there has to be a reason for it."
"If there is, I don't know it…" grunted Logan in response, remaining defiant as ever.
"That's probably half true Logan," said Ororo, knowing that nothing involving a man like him was without complications, "But there is something else…That much I'm sure of. What was it about Gambit's words that triggered such a reaction? Who or what is Deathstrike?"
Logan flinched upon hearing that word and Ororo easily detected it, indicating that she was on the right path.
"And what about the name I heard you say in your sleep…Yuriko? Who is that?"
That was enough. Saying that name set off a fury of new images in his head again as the events of the dream flashed before his eyes once more. Over and over, that name seemed to be the key. But to what or who it was, Logan still didn't know. He let out and angry growl as he slammed his fist against the wall, punching a rather fierce hole into it. This caused Ororo to step back as she heard him struggle to catch his breath over whatever had triggered his response.
"Ororo…Just leave," he said simply in his deep, animalistic tone.
"But Logan…You can't expect me to sit by while a friend is in…" but she was soon cut off once again by another angry shot of words.
"Just go! Now!" he said, almost sounding out of breath and with more harshness than he ever intended, "Please…Just leave Ro…Just leave."
Knowing she was only leaving with more questions than answers, Ororo still conceded to Logan's request. She knew that he was not a man to be pushed into talking. That just wasn't who he was. He only opened up when he wanted and to those he wanted to. And if he wasn't going to now, that was final.
"Okay Logan…I'm going," said Ororo as she turned to leave his room, "I'm sorry if I upset you. I'm just concerned, that's all. But if you ever wish to talk…Well, just know that I'm here."
And with that, she left. However, it only made Logan angrier. Not at the dream, but at himself. He had nearly attacked Ororo…His best friend. She was only trying to help and he attacked her. She only wanted to help him like any friend should. But if he hadn't taken control of himself, then he could have seriously hurt her or worse…But he refused to let himself think about that. He had enough on his mind as it is.
'Dammit!' the though to himself as he scowled his actions.
Once again, he collapsed on his bed with his head a mess of what he had dreamed and what he had just done. And even the strength of the Wolverine threatened to falter under the strain of such stress.
Once Ororo had left, she was careful to close his door behind her so nobody else would bother him. But at this hour, she doubted anybody was still awake to try. She knew her body was tired and she needed rest. But her mind just wouldn't let her as she replayed over in her head what had just happened. And the one thing that remained strongest in her mind was that of the name Logan had said in his sleep, Yuriko. That name was the key, Ororo was sure of it. But who was it? Did it have to do something with his past? Ororo knew Logan had a good chunk of his memory erased and perhaps this name was a part of that missing area. Either way, she was too curious to sleep. She had to know more.
Down in the sub-levels near Cerebro, Ororo soon found herself in the main computer room. Through these systems and through all the best computer security short of the SHIELD mainframes, she could access the Xavier Protocols. These files were a comprehensive list of every known mutant on the face of the planet. They extended to all the students here at the institute, the Morlocks, and the Brotherhood. Of these names, Logan was a part of this list.
Normally, Ororo would never even consider doing something like this. Her mind kept telling her it was an intrusion of one's privacy. And Logan was a fiercely private person by nature. Yet he was also struggling at the moment. For the better part of a half hour, Ororo stood before the computer and contemplated what she would do. Were this anybody else, Ororo would never even dream of such a thing…But it was Logan. He needed help…He needed somebody. But why was she considering this now of all times? Would this not betray Logan's trust in her? The trust he had so entrusted her with was truly something sacred given his nature, but what kind of friend would she be if she didn't do something to help him?
"Oh jeez," groaned the weather witch as she rubbed the temples of her head, "What do I do?"
Choice one: possibly betray her best friend's trust and go into the files to find some answers to help him with. Choice two: respect his wishes and leave him to suffer on his own. It was truly a no-win situation. Either way she would be doing something extreme that would in turn affect her relationship with Logan.
Never before had she really thought about how much his friendship with her meant to him, but now given the circumstances, she never truly realized how much she valued it. She and Logan had worked together with every one of the kids at the institute since its inception. He was a man of mystery that had always enticed her in a way. The way he had to control his emotions was not at all dissimilar from the way she had to control them with her powers. She didn't want to lose such a connection. She didn't want him to push her away after this. She didn't think she could live with herself in the end for ruining something she so treasured.
But then again, who else would help him now? Who else would keep him from running off in a fit of confusion? That last question sealed her fate. If Logan grew too dazed, she knew there was a possibility that he may run off again and not come back for quite a while. The thought of him leaving was the last weight that tipped the balance of her decision as she sat down at the computer and accessed the files.
"Okay Logan…May the goddess forgive me for what I'm about to do," she said as she typed up his name and brought up his information.
There wasn't much to see. He probably had the least amount of information on him than anybody else. But there was still something in here, she knew it. So she read on.
Name: Logan (last name unknown)
Age: Unknown
Parents: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Powers: Enhanced senses, accelerated healing, adamantium claws and skeleton (artificially implanted).
Background: Unknown for the most part. Fought in second world war, most likely making his age over eighty. Extensive memory loss after World War II. Most likely a result of the Weapon X project responsible for his adamantium claws and skeleton. Records of him living in Japan for a brief period, yet no other memories persist.
"Japan…" Ororo said to herself as she thought about that information.
The name Yuriko sounded Japanese. In his sleep, he said that word as if it were a name. Perhaps it was somebody connected to his past. Maybe it was related to this Deathstrike character that seemed to have triggered his reaction. Once again, Ororo found herself pondering the possibilities.
"Yuriko…Who is Yuriko?" Ororo asked herself as she sunk into the chair and racked her mind for possible answers, "What does it have to do with Logan? What is the connection?"
-Xavier Institute, Kurt's Room-
It had been four days now and Kurt was deeply concerned like everyone else was at this point. He couldn't concentrate in class and wished he and the others still didn't have to go, but they couldn't just leave school. Besides, it was also something to do while they all waited for the adults to find the others.
So far, Kurt was wondering if his life had been cursed lately. First Amanda, his first love, moved away. She was dating someone else now and his sister and a friend were missing. He looked over at a photo he kept of Amanda and him. He smiled, remembering those happy and simpler times. Then he remembered the one night he would cherish for the rest of his life. Amanda had called him over and he met her at night in her room liked she asked.
They knew that soon she was leaving and she told him that her parents were out for the night staying over at a relative's for a goodbye. She had told them she wasn't feeling well and had called Kurt over. She took him to her bed and held his hand.
-Flashback-
Amanda's room was devoid of posters and her personal items were now in boxes. It all looked kind of sparse being so empty. "Kurt." Amanda said softly. "I don't want to leave you. You're the greatest person I've ever known…I love you too much to not see you and the more I think about it the more my heart just keeps breaking."
He cupped her face with his free hand seeing the tears on her face. "I know…My heart is breaking too, my love."
"Kurt…We might never see each other again…So…So I want to be with you…Tonight."
Kurt's eyes widened at her meaning. "Amanda…Are you sure?"
She looked into his eyes and in her gaze, he could see that she meant this. "Kurt, if I ever wanted to be with someone, I want it to be you. I want you to be my first and no one else…Please…Stay with me." Kurt didn't have the heart to say no, mainly because he too wanted this.
That night, he spent the night in her room making love to his girlfriend for the first and last time. They both went slowly and gently, taking every pleasure they could get out of it and when they finished, they simply held each other and talked about all the goods times. Then, they would start again when they were rested. At the very end, Amanda had held him tight. By then, they were physically exhausted and had run out of things to talk about, so they just stayed there in the silent darkness.
He had felt her crying in his arms, knowing full well that this was the only night they would have to themselves and he held her tight. Both of them never wanted that night to end, or for them to end, but they knew they couldn't push back the hands of time no matter how much they wanted to. In the morning they knew they had to say their goodbyes, but both knew they would cherish that night forever.
-Present-
Kurt would never forget that wonderful night. And when she moved they had hugged each other tightly. They kept in touch, but then he got the one e-mail he dreaded would come. One day, he looked up an e-mail from her saying that she loved him and that she always would, but she had found someone else.
He didn't bother finishing and deleted it. After a week, she had called and he forced himself to talk to her. She had told him that she knew this was hurting and it was hurting the both of them. She didn't want to hurt him or cause him pain, so they talked. There was some arguing, but in the end he listened to her. She never meant to fall for someone else, but the other boy she said just reminded her too much of him and she tried to fight it, but in the end she knew that she had to move on.
She told him that she still wanted to stay in touch and be there for him, but she had to move on and she also said he had to move on as well. Deep down, he knew she was right. It took some time, but he eventually was happy that she was living her life again. He couldn't deny her, or her happiness.
They still talked, but he wondered if he would ever find anyone. He soon found himself picking up the photo he kept of them and sighed, closing his eyes with a deep sense of isolation.
"You're still not over her, are you?"
He turned to see Wanda there in his door way. She was checking in on Kurt since he was one of the residents taking all this the hardest. Plus Scott was giving her the creeps with how weird he was acting and Remy and Logan were scarier then ever for some odd reason. Besides, Kurt had been one of the few to give her a real chance and she considered him one of her true friends both here at the institute and generally overall.
"I am mostly over it…I just miss vhat ve had." He placed down the photo. "She said I should move on and I know she's right…But who vould love someone like me in the same way she did?" He said looking and sounding deeply depressed.
Wanda walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you're a great guy Kurt. Believe me, I've seen that first hand and any girl would be lucky to have you in their lives. I mean, at least you're a nice guy. Me…I'm just this angry Goth chick with an attitude and who would want that?" She said only half joking. She knew she wasn't exactly social type and it wasn't easy for people to get close to her.
"Zat's not true Vanda," He said seriously getting up off his chair facing her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "You are a great person. I mean, Rogue is a lot like you. You act all tough and push people avay, but inside you're a caring person who vas hurt badly and didn't deserve it. I zink you are a great person Vanda and you need to see yourself as more zen zat."
Wanda felt very touched by those words, for no one had ever spoken to her that way. "Kurt…I…" She touched his face slightly at a loss for words and when she looked into those yellow eyes she felt something inside of her and she just looked into his eyes and then suddenly pulled back. "Thanks, no one's ever said anything like that to me before."
"Um…You're velcome." He nodded. When she touched his face and looked into his eyes he swore that for a moment…No he was mistake, he had to be.
"Well anyway I got some studying to do to pass that damn GED thing, so…I'll see ya later." She left the room quickly and was wondering just what the hell had happened in there. Sure Kurt was a really nice guy and in his own way she thought he was kind of cute too, but in that one moment she had felt something and wasn't sure what it was.
'Am I…Attracted to him?' She thought walking down the halls deep in thought. 'No, I can't be! He's my friend and he's in pain. I was just being there for him like he's been there for me. I can't be attracted to him, it would ruin our friendship and he's the first damn friend I made here…So why is my heart pounding?' She could still hear and feel her heart pounding against her chest and pushed it all away.
She wouldn't let herself feel that way, not yet. Besides what would he see in her anyway? But his words echoed in her mind. "I zink you are a great person Vanda and you need to see yourself as more zen zat." Those words had struck something inside of her. She had never had a boyfriend or really cared about someone like that, so she wasn't sure if what she was feeling for Kurt was just some kind of friendship…Or if something more was growing inside of her for him.
Kurt, meanwhile, was sitting back down at his desk thinking on what had just happened too. He swore that they had shared…Something…And he wasn't sure what. He looked over at the photo of Amanda and was wondering if maybe he could find someone that made him as happy as she had. Then he could move on and find happiness again in his life. And could it be with Wanda?
Sure he thought she was attractive, beautiful even in her own way, and she sure wasn't anything like Amanda. He didn't want to date another person like her. He felt that would be like substituting her for another girl and he didn't want to cheapen his memory of her. But could something happen between him and Wanda? He didn't know, but now was not the time to find out.
He had a sister and friend to look for and he needed to focus on one thing at a time. When this was over…Well…Then he would think more about such things. He looked at the photo of Amanda and took it from its place on his desk and moved it to a shelf with other pictures, if he was going to move on in the future he had to let go of a few things. He placed it and turned then heard a crash.
He turned to see a photo had fallen and thought it was the one he just placed. But when he picked it up it was a picture of him and Rogue only the strange thing was that the cracks in the glass covering the picture was fractured on over Rogue's face and there was a split between him and his sister. Kurt was a deeply religious person and he believed in signs and this sent a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew they had to get find his sister and soon.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 8: PSYLOCK
A new character joins the story and will she too fall victim to the Hellfire Club?