Snuff-Chapter 2

Rogue was hurt. He knew this before he was summoned to the medical wing of the mansion. Some kids found her unconscious by the dumpsters.

How could someone just fucking leave her there like a piece of trash?

Even though he was running as fast as possible, he felt like as if he couldn't get there quick enough. Then he finally reached the medical ward, running past people, nearly shoving over nurses and doctors.

Hank? Where the fuck was Hank? His eyes franticly searched for any sign of blue fur amongst the hustle and bustle. There!

"Hank! What the hell happened?" Doctor Hank McCoy, fellow mutant and doctor rushed towards Logan, his blue fur ruffling.

"Wolverine, before we go any further, I must explain the situation so you are not shocked as to what you are about to see." Shock me? You're funny, fur ball. Not much shocked Logan anymore.

"When Rogue was found, she was found barely clothed with a tremendous amount of blood loss…"

Logan's eyes drilled his, beads of sweat dripping from his brow.

"There is something else…"

"Spit it out, already!" Logan shouted, almost unable to contain his voice.

"She has a concussing from a blow to the back of her head and there is also evidence of sexual trauma."

Sexual trauma? Rape?!

"Who?!" Logan demanded, growling, rage building and claws extending.

"We don't know, we have guards and physics out looking for her assailant. Wolverine listen, whoever did this is able to extract powers from other mutants."

"Meaning?! I don't have time for this psycho medical babble!"

"She no longer has powers. When a fellow doctor examined her wounds, he accidently touched Rogue's skin. Nothing happened."

Logan couldn't get it to sink in. Was this even possible? He knew Rogue was able to gain powers and thoughts from others, but someone ripped her powers away while raping her! This was too much for him to take. He jammed his claws into the nearest wall.

"Wolverine!" Hank started. "Get yourself together and calm down. Rogue is the one who is in pain and is the one that is going to need help. Behaving like this is not going to help the situation!"

"Where is she now?" Logan asked, retracting his claws.

"ICU. We've stabilized her and she is allowed visitors, but only of you can keep your reserve."

Logan ran a hand over his face. This has to be a dream. That's the only explanation. Some horrific nightmare that I had to eventually wake from. He scurried towards the ICU until he found her. What he saw made him stop dead in his tracks. The various tubes and IV's surrounded her petite form. A maelstrom of emotions whirled in his heart. He damn near collapsed at the side of her bed.

"Marie?" He softly whispered while stroking a strain on hair away from her face. "I'm here, darlin'."

"She can hear you…" Logan was so caught up in the moment, paying every bit of attention on Marie, that he didn't sense the nurse's presence when she walked in the room. "The level of morphine she's on is very high. She can't feel much of anything and will probably be in and out of shock."

"I thought you people couldn't disclose medical information?"

"I have been given permission to share with you by Dr. McCoy. He said that it's ok to answer any questions you might have about her…condition."

"What about her condition?" Logan countered.

"Physically, she will heal. Mentally is something else. She'll need medication to help cope with pain, sleeping and post-traumatic stress. Counseling is also recommended." The nurse injected something into Marie's IV.

"What's that you are giving her now?"

"This is an antibiotic to ward off any potential infection that could develop from her injuries. We have already given her a contraceptive to prevent pregnancy."

"How bad are her injuries?" Logan asked reluctantly. He wasn't sure if he would bare to hear it.

"She sustained bruising to her skull, but no bleeding in her brain. We would have picked that up immediately. As you can see, she's breathing on her own and she's alert but the medications are making her incredibly drowsy. We are keeping fluids in her through the IVs. She has no broken bones, but deep contusions. She'll be here for a few days. Press the call button if she needs anything, I'll be back soon." Logan nodded as he attempted to let everything soak in. He didn't even know where to start.

"Furball said there was lots of blood loss?"

"That was from the attack. We managed to stop the bleeding and we don't think it's going to return."

"Thank you" Logan said, barely above a whisper, dismissing the nurse. It was just him, Marie and the aftershock of rape.

Rape.

How could someone do something so despicable? For what? Control? To strip her powers? Nobody deserved this! Logan, still lost in his thoughts, startled suddenly when Marie's body jerked almost violently.

"Marie?"

"Don't…please…" she begged in a whimper.

Fuck, she's having a nightmare.

Logan stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Shh...Marie…he can't hurt you now. He's gone."

For the first time, in a long time, Logan had no idea what to do.

"I'll take care of you.."

He wasn't sure if Marie heard him. The medication pushed through her system, dragging her senses back under.