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We get back to the facility and Sabertooth stomps off to go report to Wraith and we all get escorted to the barracks.

I listen as Cyclops tells Storm, Jean, and Colossus about the hoards of guards they had to deal with. They act as if it was a major victory…

Luckily Jean is still silent and depressed, but Storm is acting too cheerful for somebody who just 'killed' someone for the first time.

When we get put in the cells I go to lie down and try to get some more sleep before something new comes up, but they all keep chatting excitedly amongst each other, so I lie on my stomach with my poor excuse for a pillow over my head and eventually I dose off.

After what only feels like a few minutes I'm suddenly awakened by being ripped of the cot by my tail and then dragged into the hallway while I try to claw and scrabble at the floor.

I'm released and I turn over to see Wraith, angrier than I have seen him in a very long time. He pulls out his gun, aiming at my face, and then he puts his boot on my neck hard, choking me.

"Wha-what did I do?"

He turns off the safety, "Don't fuck with me bitch! You know exactly what you did!"

I try to push his boot off and with his empty hand he pulls out the remote and presses the button. I spasm and lose the strength to do so.

He laughs like a mad man, "I know you're fucked up in the head but I didn't think that stopped you from being able to comprehend basic orders."

I try to choke out a word but he presses his boot down harder.

He looks at the surrounding cells, "You see what you all make me have to do? You refuse to listen and obey simple orders. I warn you what happens when you fuck up and you still do it."

They are yelling at him to stop and he fires a shot into my shoulder, I yell out and they all shut up.

He points the gun at the girls and looks at me, "You think that little stunt would go unnoticed? I mean look at them, no tears, no break downs, they basically gave you away. But I knew before seeing them thanks to our boys behind the computers. At the exact time they used their powers you used yours, didn't ya? Trying to be sneaky, thinking we wouldn't know what was goin' on?"

I turn my head enough, "I – I'm sorry. They wouldn't have done it. Please-"

He shoots my in the stomach this time, "Shut the fuck up! I swear if I could find a way to fucking kill you I would!"

I start to cough up blood while choking.

Nightcrawler yells at him, "Stop it, you mad man! You are going to kill her!"

Wraith points the gun at him, "Weren't you listening boy? She can't die, believe me I have tried every trick in the book. Now would you rather take these bullets or… Let. Her. Take. Them?"

He stresses each of those words with a shot into my chest. Nightcrawler goes to say something else but

Wraith points his gun back at him, "Go ahead, I would really LOVE to kill a mutie right now."

I slowly raise my hand and let my claws come out, getting painfully close to stabbing him in the foot. He doesn't seem to notice assuming I'm just bleeding out beneath him.

I get ready to stab him when Sabertooth runs into the hall, "Sir! You really need to come out and see this."

Wraith points his gun at him now, "As you can see I'm in the middle of a lesson."

Sabertooth shakes his head, his mane of hair waving wildly, "Your gunna want to see this more than teaching. We've acquired someone you've really wanted to meet."

Wraith goes wide-eyed, "Really now? Looks like I will have to put this on hold."

He stomps down on my neck and shoots me again, "Don't go anywhere."

He chuckles and then walks away with Sabertooth.

Nightcrawler runs out of the open cage and asks, "What can I do?"

I cough and try to shake my head but the electricity is still flowing. He tries to touch my shoulder and gets shocked, quickly pulling away his hand.

Damn it! I hate feeling this helpless; my healing is just too slow like this.

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The time seemed to drag on feeling like excruciating hours when it was actually only a few minutes.

The door at the end of the hall slams open again and Wraith comes marching in, looking like he just won the lottery.

Behind him are a couple of his goons who are aiming their guns at someone I couldn't see.

Wraith stops at the edge of my blood pool and grins, "Looks like today is your lucky day, I just got a new play toy."

The hidden person stumbles forward and lands on his knees nearby after someone shoves him, I can hear Sabertooth's growl.

If I wasn't writhing in pain I could've jumped for joy, it was Wolverine!

Wraith pats him on the shoulder, "He just waltzed right up to our front gate asking to be let in."

Wraith motions to one of his men, "Of course we are going to have to make some changes in who belongs in what cell to make room for our honored guest."

The soldier steps over me and grabs Nightcrawler by the collar as another soldier opens up the door to Beast and Cyclops' cell. The one holding Nightcrawler tosses him into the cell as hard as he could and then slams the door.

Wraith pulls out his remote and turns off the electricity, I violently cough in relief.

"I figured since you two were such great pals that you wouldn't mind sharing a cell. He grabs the collar of my bloody leather coat and drags me back into the cell, leaving a thick blood trail behind us. Then he just drops me, my head cracking against the steel floor.

Sabertooth walks over to Wraith and whispers, "Are you sure you wanna put them in the same cell? I mean-"

Wraith glares at him, "Jealous?"

Sabertooth shakes his head and picks up Wolverine and kicks him into the cell. Wolverine just grunts and glares at Sabertooth, I could sense that he wanted nothing more than to get up and kick his ass.

Wraith shuts the cell door and smiles menacingly at Wolverine, "Welcome back Weapon X, I do hope you'll stay longer this time, much longer."

He walks away laughing with his men following. Sabertooth lingers growling menacingly at Wolverine and then after casting a quick look my way he leaves too. He almost looked…sad.

Once the door shut the X-men start talking at once, but Wolverine just walks over to me, kneeling and assessing my wounds.

I try to smile, but grimace instead. I haven't seen him since I was seven, when I helped him escape this hell hole.

He shakes his head in disgust, "Wow kiddo, he really did a number on you huh?"

He doesn't ask if I'm dying or anything, like he just knows that I have a healing factor.

I cough up more blood and a worried Nightcrawler says, "I think you may have to remove ze bullets so her healing can verk faster."

Wolverine throws an odd glance his way but nods, "Yeah makes sense, how many she got in her?"

Beast speaks, "I do believe he shot her seven times, Logan. Mostly in the chest as you can see, but the shoulder and stomach as well." I am so glad he's got such an attention to detail.

Wolverine looks at me with pity in his eyes, "This is probably gunna hurt kid."

I choke out a wet laugh and manage to say, "I've had worse, bub."

He nods and holds his hand over my shoulder. I brace myself and then he plunges his fingers deep into the wound searching for the first bullet.

I hiss and clench my fist, but I don't move and after what seems like forever the pulls out the first bullet, flattened into a small disc about an inch and a half in diameter. No wonder it hurts this much…

He moves his way down to my stomach removing all seven discs and as he does the first hole begins to heal ever so slowly and the blood puddle begins to reabsorb right back into my skin. I swallow the blood in my mouth and then gasp painfully as my lungs begin to re-stitch themselves back into working organs.

Once he sees that I'm healing and I'll be ok he starts asking the X-men questions.

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Addressing mostly Beast, the oldest out of the group, he asks, "So what happened back at the mansion? When I got there the other kids were just coming out of hiding in the underground tunnels and the mansion was torn apart."

Beast sighs and says, "We were all sitting down to dinner when the power suddenly went out in the mansion, not even the back-up generators were operating. Xavier puts everyone on alert telling the younger mutants to hurry to the escape tunnels while the older students, Xavier, Storm, and I were to hold off our unseen attackers. They came in with night vision goggles and started taking us out one by one with specialized tranquilizers. I have no idea what happened once we are were unconscious but I know we woke up here in these cells and the professor was nowhere to be seen."

Wolverine growls, "So you have no idea where Chuck is?"

I cringe and groan in pain as I force myself to sit up and look at him, "What does your professor look like?"

He looks shocked that all my wounds are visibly healed. The muscles and organs are still not fully knitted together, but after the constant pain I've been getting almost every day it's no surprise my healing factor is going slower than usual.

He runs his hand through his unique black hair and says, "He's an older guy, bald, and crippled; he can't walk. He's also a very powerful telepath."

I close my eyes trying to recall anything from my walk to the interrogation room the other day.

"Telepath huh? Well if he was really strong then they might have taken him to the labs. They like testing new telepaths to try and see if they can help locating new mutants to use. If he is here that's where he'll be."

Cyclops stands up and asks, "Do you think he'll be alright? They aren't going to hurt him do you think?"

"If he doesn't fight them, then maybe... It's possible they're using drugs to keep him in a state where they can experiment on him and convince him to comply with their orders. Worst case scenario is that they find him useless and they either throw him in here or they dispose of him."

Wolverine growls and clenching his fist, "Fuck!"

Cyclops punches the wall and bows his head and seems to be fighting off tears, Jean, of course, begins sobbing and Storm comforts her.

I sigh and watch as Wolverine tries to hide the emotions playing across his gruff face; anger, sadness, fear, determination…

He stands up and sits on the cot Nightcrawler had. He's only around 5'3" but he seems to be much more… imposing. He's muscular and lean and although it has been years since I've seen him, he doesn't look likes he's aged that much. His hair and mutton chops are black and his hair is still in that wild look that seems to give him points on either side of his head.

He notices me staring and says, "So who are you kid?"

I frown; of course he wouldn't remember me…

"My name is Kim and it's nice to see you again."

He frowns, "Again? Do I know you?"

I nod, rubbing my knuckles out of habit, "I haven't seen you since I was seven and helped you escape after your… your procedure."

He rubs the back of his hands and then it dawns on him, "When you were seven? How long have you been here?"

"Oh, only about 14 years give or take a year. I don't remember exactly when I came. They fucked around too much with this."

I point to my head and he nods, "I know how that goes. But damn kid, 14 years?"

"Yep, I don't remember a whole lot of my time here but I do remember a bit from when you were here. You used to force the man in charge to take it easy on me and if he wanted to punish me you somehow convinced him to let you take it instead. When you were made to undergo the adamantium bonding I stole the keys and codes and somehow got out of my cell and as you broke out of the tank I opened doors for you leading you outside. You weren't yourself and so when you ran out you… you forgot me. I got caught easily and once they got the tank and equipment set back up I was given these."

I pop my claws and he stares, with what almost seemed like a look of horror.

The look quickly passes and he regains his gruff look, "I'm sorry kid, but I will make these bastards pay for what they did to us."

I shrug, lots of people make that threat and none have survived to brag about it. Even I've killed handfuls of guards, but I've never gotten close to Wraith…

"Good luck."

Apparently the others were listening to what I was telling Wolverine and Jean pipes up, "Do you have a plan for getting us out of here Logan?"

He looks up at the camera and then shakes his head, "Sorry Jeanie, I don't."

I smirk at the gleam in his eye as he says that. He does but can't say because the walls have ears. I could hear the disappointed sighs from the other mutants down the hall who were eavesdropping as well.

It'll probably fail anyways…

I grab one of the flattened bullets and slip it into my camo-colored pants, not really sure on the reason.

I use the wall and stand, hissing at the pain from the still healing wounds, he almost came over to help but I gave him a quick glare and he sat still. At least someone listens to me.

I move over to my cot and lay down with a sigh.

"Well if someone were to somehow think of a way to get us all out of here, I claim the right to take out that bastard Wraith."

I say that last bit loud enough so anyone listening from the security rooms would definitely hear me. Wolverine chuckles quietly and as if in answer to my statement the lights go out.

For the first time in months I actually was able to fall asleep easily, without nightmares, and I think I owe that to Wolverine…

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"Hi Runt."

My eyes snap open and I look at the cage bars to see Sabertooth standing there in the dark.

Wolverine is sitting up staring at the bars; I can smell his anger and tension.

Since I can remember they've hated each other. When Wolverine left Sabertooth was gone for years, just let loose from the facility, tracking him down I assume.

When Sabertooth came back he redirected his rage on me, but every once in a while he would give me a sad or worried glance, confusing me.

Sabertooth is talking quietly as to not wake the others up, "Well isn't this a touching reunion? We've missed you metal head."

He grins, flashing his fangs and I hear a low growl coming from Wolverine.

My tail flicks back and forth watching this power play. I've seen them fight and they're pretty much evenly matched even though Creed is taller and bigger.

"What do you want Furball?"

He smiles at me and says, "I was just saying hi and I wanted to see how you two were getting along."

He looks over to Wolverine and runs his extended claws down a bar, "Wraith said we would get to play once he's done with you. You've never met the man, seeing as he showed up after you left, but he has a great way with words, right Kim?"

I grind my sharp teeth and glare at him.

"You know Wraith doesn't like you bothering me and I know that even you've felt the sting of his… words."

He growls, "I don't have to listen to that fuck head."

"Oh yeah? That's why you follow him around like his pet dog?"

Sabertooth growls louder and punches the bars, almost denting them.

Wolverine stands up quickly and holds his blades centimeters from Sabertooth's face.

Sabertooth doesn't flinch and grins coldly at Wolverine, "Ever the protective one, eh Runt?"

He steps away and says, "I'm looking forward to when Wraith lets me play with you."

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He walks away and Wolverine sheathes his claws. He has excellent control, I can smell his anger and hatred towards Sabertooth, but he doesn't show any of it. He sits down, rubbing the back of his hand.

"Ignore him, he's an asshole and likes to talk shit, but Wraith has him on a short leash."

He looks up at me, "Why did you did you help me escape back then?"

I shrug, "I don't quite remember what my thoughts were, but I remember feeling like I needed you to get out to... to help someone else, I think."

I put a hand to my head, "There's so many implanted memories hiding and erasing those that were there, I don't know what's real anymore."

I laugh coldly, "You know there was this one time they had this telepath make me think I had escaped because they wanted to see how exactly I would react without their guiding hands. I eventually wound up coming back here and killing everyone. They ended that experiment quickly."

He shakes his head, "You got more memories than I do kid. Just be glad you didn't just wake up one day, knowing only your name, in the middle of know where."

"I think that between the bonding process making you go berserk and their failsafe you must have had your entire mind wiped."

He frowns, "What failsafe?"

"Dr. Cornelius told me that they have implanted false memories that will trigger if the fail safe goes into effect. They block all memories of this place and anything before. The false memories could be of you growing up in a lavish mansion your entire life or living on the streets trying to hide your face from humans. It's up to the Doctor's and the head honcho's whims."

He looks up about to ask me a question and I hold up a hand, "Before you ask, no, I have no idea who the main boss is. I have never met him and he keeps his identity so secret I don't even think Wraith knows who he is. I just know he's the one who keeps what gets done here under wraps so a group like S.H.E.I.L.D. doesn't start trying to put their big nose in. He is also the mad genius behind the adamantium process."

He frowns, trying to process that tidbit of info.

"Did you know that there isn't any more adamantium left on the planet? According to the Doctor the small sample they used on us was from a meteorite a spec ops team recovered from some jungle or some shit. If they had just done the bonding process to me like they did with you, there would have been enough to do at least another three mutants. But making whole bones outta the stuff kinda wiped out their supply. Of course I suppose they could always try to take it back. Maybe they still have my old set in a closet somewhere."

I chuckle at my sick joke and Wolverine looks almost ill, "They REPLACED your entire skeleton?"

Nodding I say, "Yup, I have a stronger regenerative ability than you or our sick counterpart, Sabertooth, but I guess it's a bit slower. It seemed like a good idea seeing as I as I was so young; it wouldn't have been a waste if I didn't survive it. They could always try again with another potential mutant. You were just their preliminary weapon idea. I'm the finished product."

I flash him a grin full of sharp adamantium teeth and he clenches his fists.

The smell of rage radiates off him in immense waves, but all he does is shake and stare at the ground.

Man I wish I had his mental control; I would've saved myself so many beatings. ..

I lie down, putting my arms behind my head, "You better get some rest. Eventually someone will be coming in a few hours to roust us up outta out bed for something or other. Sweet dreams, bub."

He growls in acknowledgment but doesn't move.

I sigh and just stare at the ceiling, waiting, unable to sleep cause of the headache that's formed cause all the dredged up memories.