Getting closer to the end! Remember it will be a series. I hope you guys like it!
I don't own Wolverine/X-men
Less than half an hour after the lights came on the next morning, Stryker came to their cell.
"Well," Stryker said excited. "Who wants to be first?"
"I should gut you, for what you did." Logan growled.
"I don't know what you'r-"
"You know what you did!" Logan yelled, slamming his hand against the bars.
"...I had too. The procedure would-" Stryker started, but was again cut off by Logan.
"Would have what, Stryker? Would of killed it? Like you did anyway?" Logan yelled again, and started pacing.
"You said Hanson and Parker wouldn't touch her! You said she would be safe. You lied to us... Why should we do anything for you." Logan said, frustrated.
"We had to terminate the fetus." Stryker said. "I had no idea that Hanson was the one to do it."
"The fetus? You mean my child?!" Logan yelled. Then his voice lowered and he stopped right in front of Stryker. "You motherfucker." he growled.
"I'll go first." Brooke interrupted, from the back of cell.
"I don't think that's a good idea. I'll go first." Logan said, looking at her.
"Logan, let me do this." she whispered so only he could hear.
He walked to stand in front of her, and put his hand on her face.
"Please, baby. I'm gonna have to do it anyway, whether you go first or not." she said.
He closed his eyes and kissed her. When he pulled back he still had his eyes closed.
"I love you." he whispered.
She kissed his forehead. "I love you too."
"You're an angel, you know that?" he asked, opening his eyes.
"I'm not."
"You are. You're my angel." he said, kissing her one more time.
"Then I'm a dark one." she responded.
"I like the dark... It's comforting. At least when you're in it."
He turned back around and looked at Stryker. "I want to go with her." Logan said.
"I don't really think that's a good idea." Stryker said.
"Logan no... I don't want you seeing me like that." Brooke said. "I'll be back. Ok?"
He let out a big sigh, but said "Ok."
"Let's go then." Stryker said.
She moved past Logan, as Stryker opened the cell.
When they were gone, Logan leaned against the wall and slid down to floor. "Please, don't let her die. Please." he whispered, not knowing who or what he was praying to, but doing it with all his heart.
Brooke was looking around the room. It was huge, and there were several people all appearing busy. There were control panels everywhere, and an upper level where more military people, and doctors were. There was also a tank with several drills surrounding the outside of it.
"You will need dog tags." Stryker said. "What would you like them to say?"
"...Dark Angel" she said.
They made her tags, handed them to her, and she slipped them over her neck. They stripped her down, and told her to climb up on the table above the tank.
"We have to restrain you. The pain will be to much for you to not struggle. And like I said before, it might kill you." Stryker said.
"And the chance that I don't survive this?" she asked.
"Your chance of survival is are relatively high." he said. "But we'll see." and with that he walked to the upper level.
A breathing device was put in her mouth, she was strapped down, and lowered into the tank.
She saw the drills coming towards her and closed her eyes waiting for the pain. When it came, she struggled against her restraints, screaming. She was under water so no noise could be heard, except the splashing of water.
She heard them say something about her heart rate being to high, but she couldn't focus. The pain was to much. She kept struggling, but she was growing weaker, and passed out.
She was only out for a moment. She regained consciousness while she was being raised out of the water.
"Dark Angel." Stryker said, undoing the restraints on her lower half. "How do you feel?"
"Heavy." she said moving her legs.
"Release your claws, Dark Angel." Stryker said.
She did as she was told. A sharp 'snikt' sound could be heard throughout the room.
Her eyes grew huge when she saw them. 8 inches of sharp adamatium.
"Holy shit." she whispered.
"A super soldier." he said, releasing her arms.
She retracted her claws, and grabbed her clothes.
"Can I go back to my cell now?" she asked, slipping her clothes back on.
"Of course. We will talk about missions later. I will have Wilson take you back." he said. "Wilson. Take this young lady back to The Wolverine.
Wilson stepped forward. It was the guard who took her yesterday for the experiment.
"Follow me, miss." Wilson said.
They made it back to the cell and he opened it to let her in. He looked at Logan. "I have been told to tell you, you will be collected in an hour for your experiment." he said, closing the cell and walking away.
Logan ran up to Brooke. "Are you ok?" he asked, looking her over thoroughly.
"I'm fine. I'm ok." she said, putting her hand on his face.
He stopped and looked in her eyes. "What did they do to you?" he asked.
She brought her other hand between them and extended her new claws.
"Holy shit." he said.
"My words exactly." she responded.
"...We can get out. We can do it. This stuff is now your entire skeleton." he said, getting excited.
"I know." she said, laughing.
He let out a laugh, and kissed her, picking her up and twirling her. When he broke the kiss and set her on the ground, he grinned at her.
"Put on a couple pounds too." he laughed.
"Just a few." she said, smiling. "But you wait. I think you're heavy now, I can't imagine what it'll be like after." she teased.
He looked down at her chest and saw her dog tags. He picked them up and examined them. "Dark Angel." he said, with a small smile.
"Seemed like the right thing, I guess." she said.
"It was." he said. "I love you."
"You keep saying that." she said, grinning.
"And I mean it every time."
"I love you, too."
"I know." he said, kissing her again.
"And now we wait." she said.
"Now we wait." he agreed. "In a few hours, we make our escape."
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