Author's Note:
OMG, so many reviews! I'll update as fast as I can, people. So, here's the story that you have waited for for about... a day. :)
Sam's POV:
Frost closed her eyes, and I felt an incredibly strong force in my head. She couldn't control me, I was too powerful for her. But she could torture my mind with thoughts and words and images. And she was very good at it.
Pain. Excruciating pain. Everyone dead, gone, leaving me behind. More pain. Screams of terror. Panic. Hurt. Loss.
Frost began to adapt her torture to me specifically.
Logan dying. Logan killing me. Logan tearing my heart apart.
Frost showed me images so tender, so scary, so real.
Logan hissing that he hated me. Logan clawing my arm, making me bleed. The three faint white scars on my arm that would never fully heal.
And the terrible thing was that those images were all real. Distorted, but real. And the worst was yet to come.
Douglas's POV:
I went into a rage. I stormed through the halls, and then I could see Sam through a small window in a metal door. I tried to pry it open, but Toad jumped on my and knocked me to the ground. One whack with my claws rendered him unconscious.
I could see Sam crying with pain, so I yanked the door open. Frost was standing over her, her eyes closed. I tossed Frost to the ground, and Sam gasped. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she stopped screaming. "Douglas?"
"It's okay." I said, wanting to tear Frost's head off her shoulders. "You're going to be okay."
"You were dead." Sam sobbed. "I saw you."
"It was just Frost messing with your mind." I reassured her. What had Frost done to her? It sounded like Frost had been torturing her, and maybe she had. But not physically, certainly, there was no sign of that. But Frost had done something to Sam's mind, made her think that I was dead.
I tugged at the chains that bound Sam to the wall. They didn't give, so I slashed them with my claws. Sparks flew, but the chains remained intact.
"They're unbreakable." Frost grinned.
I just clawed at them harder.
"Not even solid adamantium can break through these chains," Frost boasted. "Believe me, it's been tried."
Sam thrust herself at Frost, forgetting she was chained to the wall. She was roughly yanked back, and cried out as her shoulder hit the metal chain.
I held a clawed hand out to Frost's neck. "Tell me how to free Sam or I will cut your throat." I mean it. I wasn't a killer, but if Sam's life was in danger, well. I would do anything for her. I loved her.
"Too late, you fool. I've already called in the monster you cannot defeat." Frost cackled.
"Douglas, run!" Sam yelled. "I know who she means, and you can't beat him. He'll kill you!"
I was scared. But I knew that whatever happened, I would never leave Sam's side. "I can fight him." I said, although I had no clue who I was going up against.
The metal door swung open, and a man stepped through. He had black hair that rose up in two points on his head, so it looked like he had furry wolf ears. His eyes were black like Toad and Sabretooth's, and I knew that he was under Frost's control. Three sharp metal claws came out of Wolverine's hands.
"Wolverine, kill him!" Frost called.
Sam looked like Frost had just torn out her heart.
Author's Note:
All your wishes have been answered. I have brought Logan back. There's still much angst to come, though. Review!