Chapter 2

Ahh!!

Rogue woke up strap to a bed. She tried to get up her head was strapped up. All she saw was needles and knife besides her and some tubes. When she saw the needles she started to move fast from side to side. She kicked over the steel plate holding the needles. As the plate fell to the ground, Rogue heard a door slide open and steps. She couldn't tell who it was until the person in question looking down at her with his cold-blue eyes.

She gasped as soon she recognized.
"Stryker."

"So darling you remember me. It nice to final met you Rogue or may I say Angelique."

Rogue wasn't taking that bullshit.

"Whut do y' want with me?"

"Darling it's more like what I don't want with you."

"Logan is not goin' to be y'ur puppet again."

"But this has nothing to do with him."

Rogue was puzzled.

"Don't look so puzzled. You are one of the most powerful mutant that I ever met. Logan is nothing compared to you. Or won't after I done with you."

"'ow di' you get a way after the flowed?"

"Luck. Now let's start one of my best projects."

With that he picked up a knife, and started cutting Rogue skin off.

Rogue face screwed into pain, but she refused to scream or cry.

"Ok. I'm done for today," said Stryker after he cut off a chuck of her skin. The door open with a swoosh, and two soldiers came in with weapons and chains. They walked up to her station, and place the chains around her feet and connected it to her hands. Then they took the straps that were holding her down. They helped her up, and then pushed her to the door. Ten minutes later, she was shoved in her cage then it was locked.

"Come up to the cage, freak." She came to the cage because the chains were burning her arm that Stryker was cutting on." The chains were roughly removed, and Rogue wrists were black and purple. After rubbing her wrists she turned to look at the room that smelled like piss, and looked like someone shit on the wall. She saw the little cot in the little cot; she went and fell down and started thinking.

I can't believe this is happenin' to me. I should have gotten the Cure that would have been better for everyone. Now I'm going to be used by a monster. The x-men are not even going to look for me. I'm a freak among freaks. Everybody was already ignoring her and the problems with her powers. I'm doomed.

With that last thought Rogue fell to sleep because of the long day, and a bleak future.

What felt like thirty minute, Rogue was woken up by a dose of water being thrown in her face?

"Wake up freak." When Rogue looked up she saw that these men were not the same men from last night. She got up, but her arm was hurting and she started to move slower than before. So one jerk felt he had to grab her injured arm, and dragged her outside and to the place she stared in. He was sitting in his chair just looking at her making her feel nerves.

After they had strapped her in and left he started talking

"Your people took the source of the Cure yesterday while I was cutting you. You do know that they will never come and look for you? I can do anything I want. Your suppose to be friends are idiot you are the strongest mutant under that roof and they was not planning on helping you with your powers."

"You are a liar!!" And she spit on his face."

He answered calmly "I'm a lot of thing but not a liar, and your know that. Just think about it. If you were Kitty or Bobby they would come running so quick, but they leave you alone. How many sessions with Charles did you have to control your powers." With that note Rogue eyes dropped to the ground, and the questions were answered. He started working on her like a science experiment.