Before you read this chapter I want you to know I will NOT kill Logan or Brooke! so don't panic. This is not the last chapter and remember there will be a sequel.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fox, or X-men, or Wolverine.
They came to get him an hour later.
"If I don't make it out alive... run."
"Logan, you will. You're not gonna d-"
He grabbed her chin and looked right in her eyes, "Brooke." he said firmly. "Promise me, you'll run. That you'll get outta here."
Her eyes teared up. "I promise."
"That's my girl." He kissed her sweetly. "I love you, angel."
"I love you too, big guy."
As he walked away, she got a bad feeling about the whole thing. She had paced for about 15 minutes when she heard someone coming. She froze in place, eyes on the door.
It was Hanson. She growled loudly as he opened the cell, but stood her ground, ready to fight.
Hanson sneered at her and made a point of waving off the rod he held. He started moving towards her. "Wanna play, kitty?"
She smiled like she knew a secret he wasn't aware of. "Do you, asshole?"
In less than a second she swooped down and kicked his legs out from under him, making him drop the rod and loose his breath. She moved to him and kicked the rod away. "Get up." she demanded.
Hanson looked to be in shock as he slowly got up.
She grinned at him. "You wanna play? Let's play."
"Someone is going to hear. Let me out." Hanson said, shaking. His weapon was gone, and he new what she was. Knew he had no chance in defending himself.
She laughed at that. "Let you out. You must be fucking mental." Her voice rose as she talked, and her eyes flashed purple. Her animal was getting worked up.
Hanson moved slowly away from her, keeping his hands up in surrender. "I don't think I'm the mental one here."
She released her claws with 'snikt' "What?" she snapped.
He hit the wall behind him, now cornered. "Crazy, bitch!"
"You have no idea." She said, walking towards him. "Will you fight?... Or will you die like the coward you are?"
"Please, don't" he pleaded.
"Don't what?" she asked threateningly, putting her claws up to his neck, tracing his jaw line. "Don't humiliate you, like you've done to so many women here? Don't torture you, like you torture everybody in here? Don't cut off your fucking head, for killing my child?!" She was screaming by the last sentence.
"Just don't." he whispered, shaking.
She looked at him for a moment. "Let's take a vote, shall we?" She grabbed him by the collar and drug him out into the hall.
Once again she had caused a scene, and everyone was at the front of their cells watching.
"Who here thinks this man should die?"
Every single person yelled, and whooped.
She looked over to him, with a blank expression. "Doesn't look like you have many fans, Hanson."
"WHORE!" He screamed, trying to release himself from her grip.
He managed to elbow her stomach and wrench his arm loose. She turned, hit him hard on the jaw, and stomped on his foot. Then she spun herself around gaining momentum, and roundhouse kicked him square in the chest. He flew backwards, hitting the bars of one of the cells.
The two men in that cell each grabbed one of his arms, and held tight, keeping him right where he was.
She walked up to him slowly. "Guess you're not as big and bad as you thought." She brought her fist to his chest and looked at him.
His eyes widened, as he realized what she was going to do.
She let the idea set into him, then released her claws, and twisted slowly. Her eyes were hard and dark purple.
She retracted her claws, the men holding him let go, and he fell to the floor.
She looked at him as he gasped for breath, feeling no remorse for what she'd done.
Her head shot up, as she heard footsteps thundering her way. It was Parker. He stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw Hanson lying on the ground, taking his last breath.
She let out her claws and grinned at him. She spread her arms and ran down length of the hall, breaking the locks on all the cells. When she got to the end she stopped and turned to face Parker, and grinned. "Have fun." She said, leaving him to the mercy of the people he'd spent God knows how long torturing.
As she turned and ran to the lab to find Logan, she heard Parker scream. They had to get out of here, and fast.
When she got to the lab, he had just been lowered into the tank. She stayed low and quiet, careful not to give herself away.
When the drills started, she closed her eyes and looked away.
She heard the heart monitor go haywire and looked to the upper floor.
All of them, including Stryker, looked worried.
"Heart rate 190.. 195." one of the doctors said frantically.
"Can he survive this?" one of the military men asked.
Stryker's eyes stayed on Logan even as he answered. "I don't know."
Logan was thrashing wildly in the tank, against his restraints.
"Heart rate well beyond maximum" the doctor said. "We should stop before it kills him, sir."
"No!" Stryker yelled. "He can make it."
"His heart rate is over 300, sir. He can't do this!"
His struggling slowly came to a stop, and he flat lined. The bonding had completed. Everyone was silent.
"Well... I guess he can die." someone said, sounding satisfied.
Brooke who had been holding her breath, let out a sob, drawing attention to her.
Several heads snapped her direction. Stryker spotted her first. Their eyes locked for a moment. His showing panic and confusion. Hers nothing but grief, and death.
"After her!" he yelled. Eight people started to run after her.
She took one last look at Logan. She felt her heart shatter and had to tear her eyes away and run. She couldn't die in here. She'd promised him she would get out.
She ran out of the lab, and made her way to the hall. There had to be an exit past that.
She tore her way down the hall, jumping over Hanson's body and what she assumed was what was left of Parker.
When she was at the end of the hall, she had to hit the breaks hard. Four of the people chasing her, apparently knew a different way and had ended up in front of her.
She didn't waste any time. Her claws shot out and she stabbed one of them right in the neck. She wheeled around and slit the throat of another. Someone grabbed her hair from behind, and she yelped. She brought her foot up behind her, landing a kick right between the mans legs, sending him straight to the ground. At the same time she head butted the man coming up in front of her. She turned and stuck her claws through the mans chest, then back around doing the same to the other one.
She stopped, and looked around. She heard the others coming down the hall, and took off again.
She found the exit and ran even faster. No more than 5 seconds before she got to the door, a man appeared in front of it.
She skidded to a stop. It was Wilson, the guard that had taken her and Logan for their examination. The guard who had apologized for everything they'd been through.
She was frozen in place looking at him. She still had her claws out, and she was shaking from adrenalin, anger, sadness, and fear.
Wilson saw her trembling. They stared at each other a moment. "Where is he?"
She took a deep shaky breath, and a tear rolled it's way down her cheek. "They killed him." her voice was small, and broken.
He looked at her sadly, and moved away from the exit. "Go. Get out, and run. Far and fast. I'll throw em' off track."
She looked at him incredulously. "Why?" she whispered.
"I didn't sign up for this. I'm not here to kill. I can't get out of this, but you can. Run!"
"Thank you."
She didn't waste any more time. She ran out the door and didn't stop running until she couldn't see the building anymore.
She didn't know where she was, but it was thick with woods and mountains. She heard water somewhere in the distance. She stopped and dropped to her knees. She couldn't get her breathing under control. Her eyes blurred and she started sobbing uncontrollably.
Her body collapsed on itself, and she curled up on the floor of the woods. She heard thunder and felt the rain as it started, but she didn't care. Her body couldn't take anymore, and she passed out, tears still falling from her eyes.
Don't freak on me! I'm not finished. I have to make it more dramatic. There will be a sequel also. At the end of this series (actually a lot sooner than that) it will be happy! I don't do sad ever afters! I promise.