Callie came round, tied, tightly, to a chair in the centre of a room, a single bare bulb hanging over her head, the only source of light in the extremely dull room.
"So, Mimic is awake," A guy said, walking in to the room and over to Callie. As soon as he entered the ring of light he was immediately recognisable.
"Such a pretty face for one so strong," He said, putting a hand under chin and forcing her to look up at him.
"Such an ugly face for a slime ball," she replied before spitting at him and soon becoming the recipient of a harsh slap round the face. The redness on her cheek quickly went down and as Callie turned back to face Stryker.
"Let me tell you something girl. You either listen to me and do as I say or I find your sister and this time I'll let my men used her for mutant target practice," He said, making her look at him again.
"Don't you dare touch her or I'll kill you with my bare hands," Callie replied, pulling away from Stryker's grip.
"Oh is that so? Well just in case I think I'll let my men here keep an eye on you," He added, leaving the room as two men entered, both of them with guns aimed at her.
"Guns won't work," Callie called out simply, turning to face Stryker.
"Normal guns won't, the bullets of these are coated in a simple resin capable of halting your ability to heal. I want to use you for some experimentation but if you don't cooperate then I'm afraid your death is the only choice," He replied, leaving her sitting there, 2 guns aimed at her chest.
"She's in trouble, we need to find her!" Jessie shouted from the seat she was in in the professor's office.
"We will find her, just like we found you," The professor replied, watching the young girl in front of him.
"It's all your fault!" Jessie shouted at Logan before running out the room crying, bulbs exploding as she passed them.
"She's right, I shouldn't have let her be alone," Logan replied, sitting in his seat, "I should have known Stryker would be waiting for this moment," the last section, shouted, as his hand slammed in to the professor's desk.
"You weren't to know Logan," The professor replied simply as the door burst open.
"Is it true? Did he get Callie?" Rogue asked, storming in to the room with Scott, Storm and Jean close behind her.
"It is, we need to find her. Rogue, find her little sister. I'm afraid she might be rather upset," The Professor said.
"A little? Her sister's in danger. She looks up to her like a god. You need to find her professor," Rogue said, walking out of the room and searching for Jessie.
She soon found Jessie under a tree in the grounds, curled up with her head on her knees.
"Hey, they'll find her, they always manage to find people," Rogue said as she sat in front of the young girl.
"What if they don't? What if she's gone?" Jessie asked, looking at Rogue, her big brown eyes red with tears.
"She's not, don't even think that way," Rogue said, taking the little girls hand in her gloved one, "she'll be back in no time, just you wait and see."
"You promise?" Jessie asked, looking at Rogue.
"I promise," She replied, reassuring herself as much as the young girl in front of her.
"Blindfold her, take her to the room," Stryker said to some of the guards outside of Callie's room.
They nodded in response before bursting in to the room and walking over to Callie, blindfolding her, much to her discomfort. Taking her by the arms, the gun still aimed at her, they led her out of the room and down a corridor, the footsteps echoing around them as they went.
The group of them soon entered a room in which they strapped her to an upright table, taking off the blindfold when she was secured. The room was blindingly sterile, with everything around her shining silver or glaringly white.
"So, have you decided to agree to help us?" Stryker asked, standing right in front of where she was strapped to the table.
"Never in a million years," Callie replied, glaring at the man in front of her, the man that didn't even have the courage to face her without her being restrained.
"Well my dear, you no longer have a choice," He replied, pressing a button and causing the table to tilt backwards until she was staring at the ceiling before lowering her down.
As it lowered three people came in to the room and gathered around the table, their eyes trained on Callie as one of them injected a liquid in to her arm that made her surroundings go fuzzy before turning black.
She woke a few hours later, although to her only seconds had passed. This time she was lying on a bed in a small dark room. Sitting up, her entire surroundings spun and placing a hand to her head she found her hair sticky with dried blood.
Standing up she headed over to the door before a blinding pain hit in her head, sending her to the floor in spasms before disappearing as quickly as it had come.
"It works," Stryker said, watching the proceedings on a monitor, a remote button in his hand.