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When things get harder and harder what can you do? I suppose you can sit and wait to see what happens or you can do something and hope it's the right thing to do. If you can't wish for it work for it.

Where are you Scott?

Scott heard those words repeating in his head as if it were a broken record player. Jean? He thought that's who it sure sounded like. He wondered if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Well, well Scott what should I do first?" Sinister circled the medal table that Scott was tied to. Scott could feel his arms and legs starting to move again.

"Wha….what are you going to do to me?" He was scared…..no not scared, frightened. Sinister leaned himself against a table almost feeling relaxed like everything was going to go as planned.

"Should I start with your memory? Or how about evolving your powers…ok your memory." Scott started to scream. "HELP…HELP!" but it was useless, no one could hear him.

"How about starting tomorrow…I am so terribly tired." He yawned. This made Scott very nervous. As soon as the door shut Scott tried as hard as he could to be released of the chains that were cutting off his circulation in his arms. It wasn't working the harder he tried the more tired he got. If only Jean were there to comfort him. That beautiful red headed angel made him get up every morning.

He sat there for a few hours now hoping someone any minute would burst through the door and bring him home. Where he could sleep in his warm bed and wake up and eat a nice cooked breakfast. Scott never really cries but this was the moment to let it all out to pray to god that he would protect him, that his parents would look down on him and help him through his pain.

He decided to try one more time to break free. I suppose its three times the charm because the cuff around his wrist broke clear in half. He was still for a moment making sure he wasn't heard. With his free hand he un hooked the other hand and then the feet. Yes he thought. Whatever was on his eyes he ripped off and when he was just about to open his eyes, he covered them.

He didn't have is glasses. He stumbled as he fell from the table. His balance was not always the best but he was able to keep it long enough to reach the counter on the other side of the room. He felt around for a while until he found them. When he placed them on he found himself in a small medal lab that had the table in the center. All around him were tools and weird machines he has never seen before. A mirror was hanging on the wall. He couldn't even bear to see his reflection. A dark black puffy eye, scratches covered his face, blood stains on his t-shirt we dark red. Right now a shower and an ice pack would be nice.

A door was placed behind the table, it had to be the way out sense it was the only door. He reached the door and turned the handle. It was unlocked.

Darkness covered the halls. Scott was used to being blind and he had experience walking without seeing for miles and miles. Most doors he tried were locked. He approached a dead end of a hall. A giant door covered the wall. He tried to open it and it swung wide open.

He walked into what seemed to be a large space. He walked further in and the doors closed from behind him. All at once the lights flickered on. Given Scott a good look at the giant room he stood dead center in. It almost looked like a training room like the danger room at the institute.

"Well…well look what we have here." Sinister gave a wicked laugh. Scott turned around sharply almost falling over. He stood in a safe room up near the ceiling of the room.

"So we have an escape artist…?" A man dressed in black held what looked to be a machine gun, stood aside from sinister.

"SINISTER!" Scott yelled, "Let me go!" He fell to his knees almost begging like a dog who whines for a treat.

"Now why would I do that? I'm having fun with this." Sinister uncrossed his arms and pushed a button. "Well let's see what's still left in you, shall we?"

Scott shot up and turned around seeing that a machine that shot out metal balls was headed his way. Scott was always pretty prepared when it came to the danger room. What's really the difference now? Scott lifted his glassed and the machine turned into shreds of medal.

"That's it?" Scott didn't want to sound too cocky but come on can it get any easier he thought.

Later he regretted saying that….

At the institute the professor gathered up a team to search for Scott.

" Hey Charles….This guy Sinister?" Wolverine mentioned.

"Yes Logan?"

"What does this guy want to do with Cyke anyway?" He sounded a bit concerned which was rare for him.

"I don't know but we need to find him as soon as we can." The professor had already mentioned that cerebro couldn't pick him up, but on the other hand Jean could see glimpses of him. Jean sat near the rest of the group, tears hiding under her lids.

"Jean what have you seen?" Charles wheeled over to her. She shook her head. The sadness and worry on her face scared everyone around her.

"Professor we need to find him Sinister is hurting him." She fell to the ground in pain. "AHHHHHH SCOTT!"

Scott! (telepathy)

Wolverine ran to her side. "Red what's wrong?" He picked her up in his arms.

"Oh no Scott"

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