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Author's Chapter Notes:
Alright here's for the next chapter. I do promise it does start out kind of fast but it will start to make sense in later chapters, promise! And also the chapters will get alot longer as well.
Five years later...
It’s been five horrible years. I’m fifteen now and completely understand what my father meant by ‘helping us’ and the idea of it makes me sick. Experimentations of mutants and guess what I’m his daughter and I’m one of them. Everyday I wonder when I will be next. When I will be the one who is screaming and no one hears me. Slim’s been down here for five years. Five years in that cell. I’ve tried to make it so it doesn’t hurt as much, help clean his wounds, make sure he’s feed properly and bathed properly. But deep down it makes me sick and every day as I sit down there helping my blind friend and all I can do is cry silently.
Logan’s worse off. It took me two years before he finally trusted me completely. Now I’m the only one he’ll let into his cell without trying to kill them. I cut his hair for him and help him shave and everything. But since they’ve started putting that damn adamantium into his system it’s getting harder everyday for him to move until his body adapts to it. God I can’t stand it, hearing him scream from down the hall. Especially when I am just doors down helping Slim from his own time with the good doctor. It just kills my hopeful spirit a little bit everyday, and personally I can’t take it anymore.
“Hey Logan, it’s just me, time for dinner and a little clean up,” I tell him as I unlock his cage, I don’t call it a cell anymore it’s too inappropriate for him. Logan just turns to look at me with pain filled eyes.
“Hey kid, what’s for dinner?” He always asks me the same question every night, no matter how bad my father hurt him; he always just smiles at me and asks that silly question.
It took nearly six months before Logan trusted me enough to speak to me. Six months of trying to get him to trust me enough to realize that behind all his cavalier he was human deep down.
“I convinced the cook to make us some roast with potatoes for tonight,” I told him, finally protesting to my father that I would stop helping him if he didn’t at least allow his prisoners some decent food, and seeing as how Logan won’t let anyone in with out force and a death sentence he allowed it. So every night I have dinner with either Logan or Scott depending upon who was not being ‘helped.’
Tonight however Logan was my dinner partner. Three years ago I stopped having dinner upstairs with Remy and his new wife Bella (yep you guessed it they got married, how lovely) and my father, it was too sickening after seeing all of the hell downstairs. I just couldn’t take it.
I smiled at him as I set the tray on the floor. I asked him once how he got mixed up in all of this seeing as how Logan is an extremely smart man. What he told me left a bitter taste in my mouth. He had originally been asked to try out a new serum that Striker (my father’s partner in crime) had developed and was going to pay Logan a large amount of money to do so. Unfortunately for Logan it was a trap and he has been here ever since. Lucky me then I guess, I told him after he told me that particular story.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts as we started eating our dinner. For some strange reason both of us have always eaten our dinner in silence. I don’t know why but it’s just nice to be in each other’s presence without having to think of where we are.
I look over at him as I chew on some of the roast I had brought down. Looking at him as I have for the last five years and sadly knowing that I’ve fallen madly in love with him.
He is just such a gentleman even in the worst conditions and it makes me wonder what he would be like out in the real world. Losing my self in my thoughts once again, I hear the familiar scream of my foster brother coming down the hall. I stiffened immediately and dropped my fork, my eyes growing wide as I let the tears fall. It took everything in me to not bolt out of the room and run down the hallway to the laboratory where he was being kept and stop whatever horrors my father was inflicting on him.
“Hey, kid you alright?” Logan asked me noticing the change in me. I just looked up at him for a moment, the tears spilling over and falling down my cheeks.
“I can’t take this anymore Logan!” I tell him in almost a yelling voice, “he’s my brother and there’s nothing I can do to stop this… this hell!” I motion around me and started to sob from anger, from fear I’m not sure.
“Come here kid,” He tells me and motions for me to come and snuggle against him. He hates it when I cry, something about sensing it with his whole body. I sob into his chest for a while, curled into his lap. He’s petting my hair, telling me it’s going to be okay eventually.
“No it’s never going to be okay Logan, I’m a mutant too you know,” I never told him that before and he stiffens a little and then pulls me tighter against him.
“If it wasn’t for this stupid bracelet that they made me I wouldn’t even be able to touch you with out killing you,” I tell him as another sob racks my body.
“I mean everyday I come down here and I see what they are doing to you and Slim and I just hate wondering when it’s going to be my turn, when do I get to have my own little cage to sit in and slowly die each and every day as they poke and prod me,” I tell him and his grip tightens on me even more and I feel him set his jaws and tighten his eyes. We’ve never had a discussion like this.
“I won’t let them hurt ya kid, no matter what. Your all I’ve got and I’ll be damned if I will let them bastards hurt you too,” I look up at him with a tear streaked face and give him a weak nod in understanding. My eyes look into his searching to make sure that what he says is true. Because he’s right, if it wasn’t for him I would be in the cell right next to his, rocking back and forth in misery, trying to stop the pain.
His hands trace the outline of my face, his thumb brushes away the last of my tears, and he’s looking at me with a great intensity. Then his eyes drop from my eyes to my lips, I know I’ve stopped breathing and he has too. He pulls me closer to him and kisses me tenderly, the kiss turns more passionately, I feel his hands move from my head to the small of my back. They’re ruff, his hands, but they feel good against my burning flesh as they snake their way up my shirt and rest on the lower part of my back.
We stop for a moment; Logan keeps looking at my eyes, checking to make sure he didn’t hurt me. I just smile at him; he’s the only person who has ever touched me like that, kissed me like that. I pull him close to my body again, my lips close to his ear.
“I love you Logan, always have always will,” I whisper and kiss the side of neck, I feel him pulling me back, too look me better in the eye.
“I…I don’t want to tell you I love you, because I want to be able to tell you I love you when your not the only one who makes me feel like I am still a person and not some animal. You’re all I’ve got so the ‘I love you’ is going to have to wait until we are both in better conditions that these.” He tells me sincerely but that’s Logan, always making sure things are right before they move any further.
“I understand Logan, I just thought you should know, just in case,” and I bow my head afraid of what that case might be. I’ve been hearing rumors lately that I am truly the next one to go, however I won’t be staying here at the lab.
“I do promise however Logan, that I will get you out of here, because I want you to be able to tell me you love me in that different condition you are talking about,” and I give him a quick peck on the cheek as I move to get up.
“I’ll be back in the morning with breakfast, finish your dinner okay?” I tell him as I leave the cage where my heart will stay until we can be together again.
Chapter End Notes:
So getting better? I hope so. More to come tomorrow. I promise!