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Logan stalked towards the eerie blue glow, shadows cutting the stone and across his chest, toying with him, hips rolling like a well oiled machine. Marie's blood no longer tinged the air and he suppressed a low guttural growl, uneasy, supple muscles tense, non existent nails biting into his palms. He cocked his head to the side, a slight hesitation in his hawklike eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder, eyebrow arching as his shit kickers left no sound. What exactly was it he was walking into?

The narrow passage began to widen here, darkness surrendering to light, spilling over him, and the smell became cleaner. Like… chlorine? Burning his nostrils. And a damp chill settled over his wide shoulders, making his skin slick and sticky, beading with anticipation and sweat. He paused, shaking his unruly head, trying to untangle his senses and calm his erratic pulse.

Where was she?

Rogue drifted to the bottom, bouncing, watching the bubbles swell and engulf her, things she'd never seen before playing along the surface like a movie screen. And voices echoed around her like ghosts.

"Whatever your reason is that you're doing this, focus on that. Maybe it will help." the woman in the lab coat's kind words made little difference.

"Trust me, I've been through worse."

"No. You haven't."

He quirked a brow, unsettled, eyes falling on Stryker who smiled.

"We're going to make you indestructible. But first, we have to destroy you."

Logan dragged in a deep breath.

"You remember what we were looking for in Africa?" the man sounded practically jolly considering the body count that little "expedition" had produced.

"I remember." Logan growled, brows drawn.

"Well, I found it." His grin made Logan think something wicked this way comes. His hair stood on end and his stomach turned. "It helped us create a metal compound so strong that you will be able to withstand virtually anything. It's called Adamantium." Stryker paused, suddenly unsure. "...You're going to have to embrace the other side. Become the animal." he whispered like a viper. "...I almost forgot." disturbingly enough, his voice almost sounded... loving. Like Logan was his child who'd brought home a Nobel Prize.

Logan glared at the ceiling.

"I want new ones." he rumbled.

"What do you want them to say?" Stryker whispered.

"Wolverine." Logan ground out.

Metal flashed before Marie's eyes.

The steady thrum thrum thrum of helicopter blades filled his ears. The sound of switches flipping, heart monitors beeping in the distance. The apprehension as the cold water hit his spine and swallowed him by centimeters, and the whir of needles drilling intently as they submerged, suspended above his skull and key points all along his body. And the simultaneous pressure and the pierce stinging, and the flame that lit under his skin as his sharp golden eyes went wide and he thrashed against the blaze feeding on his bones as they slowly... grew... heavy… and he felt gravity reverse in pieces. His limbs no longer fighting the urge to rise above the restraints. And the wild fire raged on. Devouring him alive from the inside.

So... fucking... heavy. His heart hammered against his rib cage, desperately racing to beat the ravenous inferno, warring to keep pumping as the metal encased his bones like a tomb and held him under, and the agonizing pain mounted to peak at unbearable levels. Hell. This was the hell he deserved. The deep scream choking around the tube to escape, obstructing his throat. Until everything... went…

The water swirled in mountainous walls around her and her face turned, tilted towards the sun. The roar in her ears deafening as she rose to meet the day.

Marie screamed until there was no more air in her straining lungs and it was silent. No more bubbles danced their way to the surface. No sun awaited her. Just the darkness. Just quiet. Just... peace. Finally, peace... She shut her eyes and welcomed the cold, embracing it like a long lost lover. Her mouth turned upwards in a smile.

Logan's boots stopped just short of the edge of what was clearly a man made cavern. A carved swimming hole lit from within by turquoise water taking up most of the expanse of the enormous rocky... room? Lapping at the faux beach incline beneath his soles. The light shifted, angling along a large cliff face. Several glass rooms glowed warmly beneath its arches in the stone wall directly across from him, partially obscured by a waterfall. Steps to the right with a metal rail angled and led down to where the water grew deeper and darkened in the middle.

His eyes narrowed, following the pool, stretching towards the deeper end and landed on the plush chocolate and beige wicker furniture that circled around a fire pit. More rock and stone. Above rested a giant flatscreen TV. To the left of that was a full polished limestone bar.

Logan snorted. Fucking rich people. He would never understand them. If they wanted to swim somewhere that looked like outside, why the fuck didn't they just go outside? It would be cheaper.

He sighed, muscles flexing as he went back on high alert and cautiously made his way around the perimeter. There didn't seem to have been any kind of a skirmish. Everything looked perfectly intact. A little too perfect, quite frankly.

It hit him then. Her scent making his mouth water, his pulse race and his palms sweat. And the coppery twang of blood turning it bitter. He growled as his eyes fell on a pile of discarded clothing laying haphazardly at the lip of the lagoon.

Marie…

Author's Note: Hello again! Sorry, I know I promised sooner, but I decided not to get crazy and post a chapter in one night lol. I hope it was to my benefit. The next one is practically written, just a little tweaking involved. And quite frankly I've gone cross-eyed. And my 3 year old doesn't want mommy to write anymore today. So, If you're still reading this, I hope you enjoy it and you'll let me know! Pretty, pretty please! Stay tuned! I promise not to disappoint. Honest. :)