Description of torture type things, though not in full detail but if anyone uncomfortable do not read
Charles groaned as he started to regain consciousness. His head hurt considerably and it took him a moment to remember what had happened. When he did, Charles started fully awake, his eyes flying open. Mark was sitting on an armchair by the bed Charles was lying in. Groaning a second time, Charles went to reach for the mans' mind but he couldn't sense it. Panic gripped him and he went to get up but his limbs felt far too heavy for him to move. Moving his head to the side, he noticed an IV going into his arm.
"We're working on a new collar for you but for now drugs will have to do." Charles wanted to comment but the words died on his tongue. "Of course they're not perfect, they won't completely block your powers but they'll weaken them." Charles frowned, as he turned to face Mark. "You don't recognise the place do you? Of course it had changed since the last time you were here." Charles didn't quite understand what mark was talking about and he let his eyes drift closed for a second. "Not yet." Marks' soft voice appeared in front of him as the man slapped Charles across the cheek, waking the mutant up.
"What are you doing?" Charles winced at the slurring quality of his voice.
"Making sure you don't hurt anyone else, like you hurt your Mother." Charles followed Marks' figure as the man fiddled with the line going into his vein. "Your Mother would be disappointed with you, Charles. Taking the collar off was dangerous for everyone. I saw what you did to those people in the café. You're dangerous. Too dangerous to have control of your powers."
"You're wrong." Charles argued, wincing at the loudness of his own voice in his ears.
"I'm not but don't worry, you'll see the truth soon enough. Just like you did before." Mark told Charles, injecting something into the IV. Charles felt his eyes drifting shut and he panicked a little, trying to stay awake. Instead he ended up falling once more into the blackness.
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"We need a plan." Logan's voice rose, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. Ever since Azazel had appeared with Charles' location they'd been arguing about the best way to gain entry.
"We have one. Get the Professor out of there." Alex said.
"That's not a plan, its' a goal. We can't just attack the place, it won't work." Hank argued.
"Hanks' right, we can't just break in." Angel stated, getting a nod of agreement from Darwin.
"Then what are we going to do, Charles could be hurt by now." Raven groaned. She was still angry about what had happened and she was desperate to find Charles.
"Can't you use your usual plan?" Logan asked. He may not be involved with the other mutants breaking into the labs but he knew they nearly always used the same plan. Send Raven to get them in and take out anyone in there. Simple enough in Logan's opinion.
"Not without endangering Charles." Erik finally said, anger coming from his in waves as he thought of what Mark could do to Charles if he even caught them anywhere near him. "We can't attack head on."
"So, what do we do?" Sean asked.
Erik considered this for a moment before answering. "We can't let them know we're there."
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Charles woke up on a table in a lab he recognised far too well. The room had been built by his Father when Charles was still a child and he'd spent a number of days here when his Father had still been alive and even more after his Father had died. It angered Charles to know that Mark had turned his Fathers' lab into his own. A bright light shone in Charles face, causing the telepath to blink repeatedly at the light.
"You're awake now Charles?" Mark's face appeared in front of Charles. "You know where we are yet?"
"Home." Charles bit out.
"Not your home, mine." Mark smiled a little and Charles glared at him, once more attempting to reach out for the mans' mind. This time he felt it but only enough to hear a few thoughts escaping Marks' mind. "The drugs are wearing off quicker than usual." Mark noted and Charles felt sick at the implications of that statement. Mark had used the drugs on other mutants. As he said this, Mark injected a needle into Charles arm and a cold sensation wrapped itself around Charles as the drug took effect.
He must have drifted off for a minute as when he looked up again, Mark wasn't the only one standing there. "I invented something just for you Charles." Mark was saying, pushing a metal table towards the edges of the table Charles was lying on. The telepath frowned, attempting to move himself before remembering he couldn't feel his legs. "This will go into your brain. It's an updated version of the collar and should work a lot better. If it doesn't kill you first. Of course you may lose everything about yourself after the operation but it is a prototype." Charles shivered, hating that he was powerless to move. Powerless to stop Mark from doing something to him.
A sharp prick caused Charles to flinch as a second needle was inserted into his vein. "This will keep you in place, you won't be unconscious throughout the process and it will be painful but I'm told it's for the best." Charles didn't believe that. He knew why his step-father wouldn't let him go unconscious for this but he wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of letting him see Charles in pain.
As it was, Charles' limbs had started to feel even more heavy as the drug took effect and Charles couldn't even lift his arm. That didn't seem to matter though as some of the men surrounding the table turned him so he was no longer lying on his back, tightening straps to his arms and legs. Charles wanted to struggle against the bonds but he couldn't move. Couldn't think straight. He'd lost his grip with reality with his telepathy and now he just couldn't focus.
The first incision came to the back of his neck. One painful incision probably done with some sort of scalpel that opened a long line across the back of Charles' neck. The pain was bearable, at least before someone wiped a cloth soaked in disinfectant across the wound. Charles tried to struggle away from the pain but he couldn't move. The drugs kept him from even being able to move his arms and even then, the bonds where stopping him.
"To clean the wound." Marks' voice drifted and Charles closed his eyes, wishing he'd fall unconscious already. Something was being inserted into the back of his neck and Charles felt his eyes roll a little as something scraped inside of him. Mark slapped him awake and Charles felt the tears prick at the edges of his vision as the pain came full force. He had no idea what was happening, what they were doing to him. All he knew was the pain. The pain and fear of what might happen.
"What was that?" A voice came to Charles' ears but Charles mind was reeling from pain and fear to fully comprehend the voices' words.
"I don't know." Marks' voice drifted and for a second the pain stopped. Then it started again and Charles lost all sense for a second. When he came back to reality, he heard Mark yelling at someone to check it out and lock the door. Lock the door, Charles couldn't understand why they needed to do that. It wasn't like Charles could move to begin with.
A loud bang came from up above Charles' head and the telepath frowned in confusion before a sharp pain rocked through his skull. It felt a little like drilling. His mouth opened in a silent scream as the pain racked through Charles' body, causing him to convulse a little, even against the bondages. Finally, Charles' eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell completely into numbing darkness.
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