A Personal Treatment

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All the XMen held captive including the Professor who, since he couldn't walk, was dragged along behind in the back. Each of their neck braces were linked to the others with heavy chains, their hands bound behind backs with handcuffs each sporting a stray jacket.

"It's dinner time." Stryker smiled as he led them to the mess hall, "Eat up."

They watched as Stryker disappeared into a side room while their parole officers lead them to the tables, shocking them every few steps for good measure. When they were situated a plate of unrecognizable food and beans lay before them.

Another guard placed a hockey mask on their face and ordered them to eat.

"Like how?" Kitty spat.

Whipping the spit of her sleeves, "Look honey Stryker told me to treat you like 826. 826 always refused our food. Sometimes she would pass out and we had to inject it in her or make her take vitamins. Either way you all should get used to sitting before a plate of food, seeing it, smelling it, but never eating it. Enjoy." She said leaving them.

They all turned to look at each other. In their cell they had spoken escape plans. Logan could still use his claws, but without his powers and guarantee of freedom it was pointless to waste the effort. They were stuck. Scott's eyes went over to Jean's briefly. He would get her out. Besides they were tough mutants. What could Stryker do to them?

After 'dinner' they were divided into three groups of three. Group A had the Professor, Logan, and Jean. Group B had Scott, Aimara, and Tabatha. Group C has Beast, Kitty, and Kurt. Group A were taken to the labs.

Jean went first. She sat on a cold medical chair that had a whole in its back to reveal her spine. Looking at the huge needle she couldn't help but ask, "No anesthesia?"

The doctor replied by taking the needle and jamming it in her arm. Her screams echoed off the walls. The Professor watched more in disappointment than in horror. He wasn't upset with Jean, but with himself. He couldn't even save the woman he considered his daughter. Logan wanted to attack the doctor but they made sure to drug him and without his powers he was quite susceptible to it.

Meanwhile Group B was forced to sit in metal chairs with straps watching helplessly as a man in a rubber suit and glasses flicked a switch. The watched the current crawl up the thick metal tubes to the ceiling. Amara's eyes were tear filled as she looked at her best friend. Tabatha did her best to give back a reassuring smile reaching to grip her hand.

Before they could touch the currents swept through their body for ten seconds before the doctor in the rubber suit stepped before them, "This is an electric chair," he paused to survey their horrified expressions, "Don't worry it want kill you," he waited for them to sigh in relief before continuing, "But they will hurt." With that said he flicked the switch again.

Group C was placed in a room reminiscent of the Danger Room. The three looked around as the red light on their callers turned off and their hands were freed.

"Vat is going on?" Kurt asked.

"Like I don't think you want to know." Kitty said backing up at the sight of Deadpool.

"Be comforted," Beast said, "In the fact that they don't plan on killing us just yet."

"Like yeah." Kitty said weakly.

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Rogue arrived a few miles west of the base around the same time Storm did.

"Rogue?" she asked.

"Storm?" Rogue asked walking towards her, "Do you know how many are in there?"

"Nine."

"We can't hold nine between you're flyin and my snow mobile."

"True. I shall go fetch the Blackbird. Do you wish to come?"

"Nah, I'll wait here."

"It will be cold." Storm warned.

"I'm used to te cold." Rogue said starring off into the distance. She nodded before flying to the mansion

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"Hi Gumbo." Jacques said as his dad came home.

"Father," Gambit corrected, "Where's yer mom?" he asked.

Finishing his homework, "She went to the store."

"What for?" Gambit asked. Their frige was really full.

"To get Maka some apples."

"Maka?" Gambit asked checking over his son's homework for him.

"My girlfriend."

Not hiding his smile, "What does apples have to do with Maka huh?"

"Maka likes purple so mommy went to get her some purple apples from the store."

"There's no such thang as …" he paused. If she's not at the store then where is she. He quickly went to the garage to see her car was still parked. Then he went to his bedroom hoping that maybe she was asleep or washing up.

Unfortunately that was not the case. So he went to their secret layer and noticed a suit was missing. Swearing under his breath he went back to his son. He knew he couldn't just leave him alone and he didn't trust anyone enough to babysit him so he would have to stay here and wait for her to come back.

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When all the groups had went through each session they were once again bound and placed back in the cramped cell. Scott's whole body ached. He didn't think he could survive this forever. Stryker said that Rogue spent a decade here and he was positive he couldn't take a decade year although he wouldn't put it past Logan.

The Professor's old heart wouldn't survive the chair treatment much longer. Kitty looked dramatized. Jean was holding her head. Beast was trying to keep his broken leg from making contact with anyone. Amara had yet to stop crying since earlier today and Tabatha, although determination was found on her face, it didn't reach her eyes.

If they didn't get help soon they were doomed. It was almost ironic that his mind kept traveling to Rogue. When they first bought her into their home she was wild, deranged, lethal, mental, and crazed. She didn't trust anyone. Her eyes were always watching for possible threats. And if you even moved close to her she'd have you pinned to the nearest wall in a heartbeat.

He had always imagined himself better than her. He looked down upon her as some poor mentally handicapped person who was not blessed with a sain mind. But now. Now he could understand. Years of torture are enough to make anyone crazy.

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