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Wrong Side of Right
Chapter 2
The smell of disinfectant hit her nose, drowning her sense of smell, and for a moment she knew she was back in the labs, lying on the cold operating table, waiting for the painful process that would graft the indestructible metal to her bones.
Then she remembered. Remembered that she wasn't Logan, it wasn't her who had been in Stryker's labs, it wasn't her who had been experimented on. She was Marie. She was the one who had run away from home, had snuck into Logan's trailer, had been kidnapped by Magneto, who could have killed anyone with a single touch.
Her sense of smell took over again for a second, and drowned out the scent of disinfectant with the smell of cigars, beer and sweat, she recognised that smell. Her eyes flew open, the room slid in and out of focus for a second, and then her head turned to the side
"Logan?" she asked, her voice slightly croaky
"Welcome back, darlin'." The Canadian man replied, a small but worried smile on his face
"Why are you here?" Marie murmured, and then she realised. Her eyes widened, and she attempted to sit up. A steady beeping from beside her sped up slightly, and strong arms pushed her back down "Why am ah here?" she demanded
"Relax." Logan told her firmly "Just keep calm. You ain't gonna do yourself any good otherwise." He kept firm hands on her shoulders until the heart monitor beside her had returned to normal, and then sat back down.
"Why am ah here, Logan?" she demanded, giving him her frostiest glare, the man suddenly looked uncomfortable, and looked away. Marie followed his eyesight.
A television sat on a counter a little way from her bed, the volume turned down so that it wouldn't wake her; but now that she was awake and paying attention to it, she caught what was being said on the news programme playing at that moment.
"… reports into the recent events that have been happening up and down the country have been explained earlier today." The news reporter was explaining "All those who have fallen sick in the last few days; generally with symptoms of seizures, dizziness and fevers, have all been found to be those mutants who had taken up the 'cure' option nine months ago. This footage was released to us earlier." The woman disappeared as a shot came up – a group of Japanese tourists were shown for a moment, before the camera swung away from them; a young, pale skinned woman with short black hair and wearing jeans and a white shirt suddenly fell to the ground with a shriek, convulsions wracked her body as it changed; the visible skin turning blue and scaly as her hair turned orange, the camera zoomed in on her face, and her eyes opened, showing them to be yellow
"Mystique." Marie whispered, as the screen returned to the reporter, though she was no longer watching it "I thought the cure had been-" she turned her head to Logan, who nodded bleakly, watching the young woman before him as realisation dawned
"No." she whispered, and then her voice rose "No! It can't! Ah don't want it!" she shook her head, pulling her hands up to her face as she cried bitterly, her whole body shaking with her sobs. Logan reached out, wrapping an arm around her covered shoulders and drawing her into his chest
"I'm sorry Marie." Was all he said.