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Take My Whiskey Neat (Part Four)

Summary: Logan, Storm, Jean, and their rag tag crew attempt to save the children who were captured from the raid on the mansion. While the professor is being forced to act as a super cell to attack mutants everywhere, young Amaris is being used in ways she had only ever read about. Tags: Canon-typical violence, torture, surgical scenes (no use of anesthesia/conscious surgeries), use of weapons, cursing, character death, could be more. Word Count: 18k+ A/N: I do not own any of the characters mentioned except for Amaris Howlett. The divider credits are in my master list. Images found on Pinterest.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Logan had pulled into the driveway of the Drake’s family home, through the guidance of young Bobby. Thankfully they hadn’t lived that far away from the mansion, roughly three and half hours away, though it was three and half hours that Stryker had to do anything he wanted with the mansion. Bobby led the group into his home. Mom? Dad? Ronny? he called out as Rogue and John followed him in. Logan shut the door behind them, locking it as Bobby looked around. I’ll find everybody some clothes. he spoke, taking two steps up the stairs. He then turned around to look at John. Just, don’t set anything on fire, please?

Bobby continued up the stairs, Rogue following him. John fiddled with a lighter he had, a shark painted on the casing. Cause that’s all I’m good for, right? he retorted, shaking his head as he walked further into the home.

Logan had examined the device they found in Scott’s car, a piece of x-men gear. Logan thought it was a phone, bringing it up to his ear. Hello? he asked, hearing static on the other end. However it never connected. He huffed, placing the device in his pocket. Where are you Storm? he whispered to himself.

Bobby came back down the stairs, finding Logan a plain white t-shirt from the back of his father’s closet. He then gave John a pair of his jeans along with a long sleeve brown shirt. John had been in the living room finding pictures of Bobby’s family. He observed one with their parents standing behind Bobby and his little brother Ronny. They looked like a little happy family, something John didn’t quite have growing up. He kept his life private from the other students which often made him an outcast, given he was hot tempered already. Adding fire manipulation powers to the mix was, quite literally, adding fuel to the fire.

The humming of the fridge drew Logan in. He swung the door open as his eyes scanned the shelves, sniffing about until he found it. An ice cold beer he had been wishing for over the last four hours. He pulled the bottle off the shelf, shutting the door as he twisted the cap off. He brought the bottle to his lips, taking a long drink from it. He heard a little noise, causing him to stop drinking. He tensed up as his claws extended, pointing them at the threat that approached him.

The cat, affectionately known as Snowball, sat on the island watching Logan. The cat then sniffed his claws before licking them. Logan watched the cat, his eyes softening as he observed the animal. It didn’t back away from him or retreat in horror, hearing the soft purring the animal emitted.

The sound of a door opening pulled Logan away, retracting his claws as he watched a boy, a woman, and a man filter into the home. The woman watched Logan before reaching down for Snowball who ran to her owners. The man walked around the boy, staring at Logan. Who the hell are you? he demanded.

Shuffling came down from the stairs again as Logan watched Bobby and Rogue come from the stairs. Logan, still holding the bottle in his hand, pointed a finger at Bobby as he was locked in eye contact with Bobby’s father. Mom, Dad! Ronny! Bobby had been happy to see his family again.

Sweetie, his mother spoke. aren’t you supposed to be in school?

Bobby, who’s this guy? his father asked.

Bobby looked from John to Rogue, Rogue to Logan, and then Logan to his father. He nodded a couple little nods. This is uh… Professor Logan. This earned him a look from Logan, narrowing one brow. Bobby knew he couldn’t hide himself from his family anymore. His honest self. If they were going to get any help from them, they had to know the truth first. We need to talk.

Charles woke up in a dark room. As he stirred he noticed the freezing cold bouncing off the concrete walls, then the weight of a device on his head. He breathed in deep breath to center himself as his vision finally cleared. He noticed the man standing in front of him, just a few feet to his side, had been a woman. Charles spoke up. William-

Please, Xavier, save your strength! You wouldn’t want to move around too much after that long and endearing flight. Stryker spoke, stepping closer to Charles. He watched as the older man leaned forward in his seat, wincing in pain. He laughed at Charles’ misfortune. Do you like it? I created it, a neural inhibitor.William brought two fingers up to his temple, tapping it. It keeps you out of here.

Charles looked over to the woman who had watched William, eagerly anticipating his next commands. Charles looked away from her, feeling restraints on his wrists. He pulled up at them lightly, knowing he was no match at breaking them. Where’s Scott?

Stryker leaned off the wall, rubbing his hands together. I’ve taken a page out of your book, Xavier. I have taken the liberty of putting him through some… re-education. Something you know a thing or two about.

Charles knew that William was a scorned man, somebody who believed that being a mutant was a choice, a disease that could easily infect others. William, you must understand, what you wanted was for your son to be cured. Being a mutant isn’t an illness.

Stryker turned around quickly, yelling It’s a lie! Stryker watched Charles as silence fell over him. The Great Charles Xavier and all of his mental prowess. I turned to you, of all people, when I needed help the most. Turns out you were more frightened of him than I ever was.

Charles leaned back in his seat as William approached him. Did you know that about a year after he returned home from your pathetic school, he did the unimaginable? My son, an illusionist, sat still without remorse or concern on his face watched as my wife put a power drill through her left temple. William started to grow erratic with his movements, pacing a little and shaking his hands. Jason resented us, told us that we were the cause of his condition, that we forced him to be this living embodiment of sin.

William watched as Charles’ eyes flicked over to the woman, Yuriko, as she looked down at her hands, her metallic colored nails shining in the light. William raced over to her, forcing her to bend her neck down. He pulled a syringe out from his pocket, dropping a liquid substance on her. After a moment she straightened her posture, a new look took over her eyes. For somebody who hates mutants, you tend to keep quite the interesting company.

William watched as Yuriko walked away. He smiled at Charles, an evil look in his eye. Mutants do serve a great purpose… as long as they can be controlled properly.

Charles shook his head, finally understanding the events of the morning. You. Charles almost sounded defeated by his own statement. You were behind the attack on the president.

William smiled, clapping his hands together. Excellent job Xavier! And to think, you didn’t need to even read my mind to figure it out. That's impressive! he spoke in mock enthusiasm.Do you know what baffles me, Xavier? The fact that I’ve been dealing with mutants for nearly as long as you have. Granted, our encounters with them have been, well… different, to say the least. In all of the years we have been working with them, we have never been able to figure out exactly how many there are.

Charles watched him as he walked closer to him again, unable to do anything but stay still and listen to the man’s ranting. Except there is one way. Charle’s eyes widened at the thoughts.

The sound of a woman's screams could be heard down one of the hallways, slightly filtering into the chamber. The scream sounded familiar to Charles, though in his current state, he couldn’t quite put a name to it. How many others do you have down here, William?

Not nearly enough. However, I did come across quite a few new additions to my collection.

The large door opened up again as a soldier pushed a rather large wheelchair into the room. The metallic sounds of a respirator device hissed every few seconds. Charles looked at the man in the wheelchair, mortified of what had happened. William! By God, this is your son! Charles exclaimed, looking at the rather large scar on the right temple of the man.

William shook his head. No, my son is dead! He stared Charles down as he passed behind the wheelchair Jason was in. This is mutant subject 143. He’s a special case, you see, he is able to produce a mind controlling agent from a secretion from his brain and spinal fluids.

You’ll never find the answers you’re looking for William.

Funny you should say that, Charles. I’m approaching the pinnacle of this plan. You are just the missing railroad spike from the tracks. Stryker headed out of the room, followed by the two soldiers who escorted Jason into the room. Charles was left alone with Jason, the sounds of his device hissing filling the room.

Stryker remained silent as he walked down the causeway, entering the room where the screaming woman had been. He watched as the doctor and used the scalpel to slice through her forearm, pulling the tendon sheaths to the sides and exposing the bone claws. William smiled sadistically as he approached the operating table.

Amaris had been strapped down to the table in metal restraints, the power blocking collar still on her neck. She hissed through gritted teeth as she looked up at Stryker, towering over her. As you can see, Dr. Williams here is excellent with a blade.

Amaris watched him, unable to move due to her restraints. I’ve seen better. he retorted. Her feet had been shaking from the shock of being awake from the operation they were doing on her, having both of her forearms cut into and exposed. There were tourniquets applied to both arms to keep her blood loss as minimal as possible. Her vitals were being monitored on a screen, and the low hum of the device around her neck rattled in her brain.

Stryker peered into her arms, seeing one beautiful set of bone claws in her left arm, and three nearly missing ones in her right. I remember when you were nothing but a little babe. Riding in your momma’s lap up to your dad’s terrible job. He left behind greatness, you know? Left your uncle in the dust as well.

Amaris had tried to contain her shaking, though she knew she wouldn’t, not until her body healed. What do you want me for? Huh? she asked him.

He tossed his jacket to the floor, grabbing a set of gloves. From you? Nothing more than your compliance. He picked up a set of pick-ups, medical grade tweezers, digging into her right forearm. She grunted through the pain, fire coursing through her veins as he poked at one of her broken claws. I created a masterpiece with Logan. So, naturally, I only want to perfect your image. You see, I don't want anything from you. I want to fix you. Make you my most successful Weapon X subject.

He pulled the pick-ups out of her, looking over at Dr. Williams. Remove these broken ones and the spare one over there. Then take one of those and put it in her right. I’ll have two matching sets over here within an hour.

You’re a monster. Amaris seethed.

William turned to face her, No, you are the animal here. He then stormed off, heading back out of the chamber. The doctor began to cut into her right forearm, preserving the nerve endings needed to house the new claws. Her screams filled the chamber again as the door closed, Stryker humming as he walked.

Logan stood up, crossing his arms as he observed the kids. Rogue and Bobby sat on the couch as he spoke with his family. John leaned against an accent table, igniting the lighter and closing the cap repeatedly. It was Bobby’s mother who broke the awkward silence. So, Bobby… when did you know you had… were a…

John looked at her, seeing how she fumbled with her question. He laughed nervously. A mutant? He watched her as the corners of her mouth twitched, staring at him.

Bobby’s father spoke up. Please, understand, we thought Bobby was going to prep school. An academy for gifted children.

Rogue shook her head. Bobby is gifted.

His mother looked over at him. Bobby, we still love you, you're our son. She looked between Bobby and Rogue, not able to shake the nervous feeling she had. This mutant problem is-

What mutant problem? He asked her.

She rolled her eyes at him. It’s complicated. she spoke, then grabbed the rosary around her neck.

What is it that you teach Bobby, Mr. Logan? his father asked, staring up at the man.

Logan wasn’t known to be a quizzical thinker. He just acted on impulse. Art, he drew out, which only earned him looks for the three teenagers.

Rogue turned back to look at Bobby’s mom, putting her gloved hands together. You should see what Bobby can do, it’s amazing.

His mother had been more focused on the tea she had, needing to calm and center herself. Bobby slowly readed out with a single pinger pointed. He touched her tea cup, instantly freezing the hot drink. His mother flipped the cup over, watching the large tea ice cube settle on the saucer. She set it down as Snowball came up and licked it. Ronny, who had remained silent, stood up, racing up the stairs and toward his room. His mother rocked in her seat a little, nervously rubbing her knees. This is all my fault. she stated.

John laughed. Actually, the mutation gene has been linked back to males being the carrier. So, technically, it’s his fault. he spoke, pointing at Bobby’s dad.

A beeping sound could be heard, similar to a ringtone. Logan dug into his pockets, pulling out the device. That’s for me. He quickly made his way to the back porch, shutting the door behind him. Storm? Jean?

Yeah, we’re here, Storm replied, taking a seat in the co-captain chair. Where’s everyone at? We can’t get anybody at the mansion to respond.

Soldier’s came, attacked us in the middle of the night. Logan explained, pacing the back porch.

Jean gasped at the news. What happened to the children?

We helped some of them escape. I can’t be for certain. he spoke. They took Amaris.

They? Jean asked.

It was Stryker. Pietro was with him too. Had his grubby little smell all over the operation.

We haven’t been able to get in contact with the Professor either, or Scott.

Where are you, Logan? Storm asked him,

Boston. We’re at Bobby Drake’s house.

We’re turning around to pick you up. Jean spoke, already in the process of turning the Black Bird around.

Logan could sense something was going on, hearing a rustling sound in the bushes. Make it quick, girls. he responded before turning the device off. He stuck it in his pockets, re-entering the house. Kids, come on, it’s time to go.

Logan, what’s wrong?

He looked at the teenagers, approaching the door. Now, come on! he called.

Though this effort came too late. His claws extended as he crossed through the door. There had been several police cars on the street with cops pointing their guns at him and the kids. Drop the knives and get down! one cop demanded.

There’s been a misunderstanding Logan explained, looking between the cops at both ends of the porch.

Bobby looked around, then back into the house where his parents were still standing in the living room. His brother was still missing, more than likely up in his room. It clicked. Ronny. He must have called them.

Put the knives down! the cop yelled again, taking one step closer to the group.

Logan looked at him, slowly bringing his hands up.I can’t. Look.

As he brought his hands up, the cop saw it as a threat. He pulled the trigger of his gun, the bullet hitting Logan in the chest, entering his heart. Rogue screamed as Logan hit the porch floor, blood beginning to stain the white t-shirt he had been wearing. Bobby and Rogue both slowly sunk to the ground as they minded where Logan’s body fell. John was the only one who still hadn’t moved.

Many thoughts raced through his brain, thoughts about what would happen if he were to follow suit with Bobby and Rogue. What would happen if he didn’t move? Surely the cops wouldn’t shoot a kid. No, as John saw it, he had two choices. He could fall in line with his peers, or he could take matters into his own hands.

Come on, kid. Just get on the ground.

John pulled his lighter out from his pocket, looking between the two cops. You guys watch the news? See all those terrible stories about mutants? His thumb ran over the switch, igniting the lighter. One day, you’ll see me on that screen… That day, is today.

With quick, fluid like motions, John directed the fire toward the police officer who shot Logan. The man fell off the porch as the blast of heat attacked his senses. John then directed the fire toward the female cop, sending her flying back off the porch and onto the lawn. John looked behind him, seeing two more cops rushing up at him. He directed the fire into the house, attacking the two cops.

Satisfied with those attacks, John looked forward, eyeing the cars. He then created a large fireball, juggling it between the police cars already stationed at the house. He watched as some of the cars flew up into the air from the explosions. His terror did not end with those cars, as he watched another car approach the house. Once it had been within a reasonable amount of distance, he directed the fireball to it, holding the cars occupants hostage against the heat of the fire.

Rogue watched in horror as John attacked the officers. She slipped the glove off that Bobby gave her, then grabbed John’s ankle to absorb his powers. She then reached her hand out, reabsorbing the fire and making it dissipate. Once the fires had been out, John fell to his knees, recollecting himself as Rogue let go of him. Wing began to kick up as the Black Bird approached the cul-de-sac, landing and lowering the ramp.

The bullet fell out of Logan’s chest as his eyes opened up. He rose up, looking down at his shirt, now wet with his blood and a hole in the fabric over his shirt. He saw the destruction around them, looking back at John. He sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. Let’s go. he commanded, leading the group toward the jet through the mangled mess John made.

Bobby turned around, looking up to Ronny’s bedroom window where he saw his family huddled together. It was at this point he knew this was the last time he was going to his family again. If they only knew half of what had happened, things may have been different. They were too stuck in their ways to see that he wasn’t any different from them. He was just gifted.

Bobby turned around, following John up the stairs and into the jet. The kids all found a seat, startled by the presence of another mutant who had been sitting with his feet in the seat, covered in a thin blue fur layer with strange shaped fingers.

Logan approached Jean and Storm. Storm’s eyes widened, placing a hand on his chest below where the blood had stained him. I’m fine, ‘Ro. He then took the seat behind Jean, looking over to the blue-furred mutant. Who the hell is this?

The other mutant clapped his hands together, a strong German accent laid thick. Kurt Wagner. Back in the Munich Circus, I was known as the Incredible Nightcrawler!

Yeah? Well save the rest for later. Logan replied dryly.

Jean and Storm flew the jet away from the Drake’s home, needing to get out of Boston air space as quickly as possible. A pocket of turbulence came over the jet, causing the man to grip the sides of his seat, trying to calm himself. He hated flying. If we were meant to fly, we’d grow wings. he commented.

Once back in her cell, the power blocking device was turned off, allowing her body to heal. She grunted feeling an itchy sensation consuming her forearms for a few moments. Amaris walked back to the furthest wall, clenching her fists as tightly as she could, releasing the claws she had now. She looked down in dismay, feeling the sharp slicing of the metal plated claws rip through her muscles and tendons, ripping through the scar tissue built up over the years of using her bone claws. Instead of having six bone claws she now had four. On each hand she had one bone claw and one made of adamantium.

She felt a deep feeling of guilt, distrust, and anger fill her chest. She slid down the wall, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her left arm wrapped around the tops of her knees, her right elbow rested on the top of her knee, her hand resting on the top of her head as the stinging pain surged through her hands. Her incisions healed nicely, not leaving a single scar on her forearms as the stitches popped out slowly, one by one. Her mind, however, was a different story.

Across the way from her was Gambit. He walked up to the bars of his cell, his hands clinging to the bars. Mara? Is that you?

Amaris looked up, seeing Remy’s outline resting against the bars. She sighed heavily, trying her best to swallow her silent screams. Remy? she asked, lowering her hands and retracting her claws.

As long as the sun still shines and the skies be blue.

She wiped her nose before crawling toward the bars on her cell. She pressed her face against the bars, thankful to see his face. He had looked as if he had been beat up, his hair was disheveled and his jacket had been torn to bits. I don’t see any easy ways out of here, Cajun. She spoke to him. Her once lively voice was now very somber, feeling defeated by the violations made to her body that day.

Remy wanted to reach out and hold her, though the cells were strategically spaced far enough away that the thought was impossible. All he could settle for was seeing her face. Don’t think like that, ange. We will get out of here, Gambit promises.

Amaris looked at him, spotting the red-on-black eyes even in the near dark of the corridor. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. She whispered, feeling a new set of tears stream down her face. I need to get the kids out of here, if it’s the last thing I do.

Gambit rested his arms on the bars, seeing how her amber-yellow eyes looked shinny. It was then he heard her sniffling. I’d hold you if I could.

Amaris smiled a very weak smile at him, the sound of his heart beating drowning out the sounds of water dripping in the hallway. I’ll settle for listening to your voice.

He chuckled as he repositioned himself, now leaning his back against the wall. Gambit is more than happy to oblige.

Amaris took in a deep breath, wiping her face again with her hands. How did the x-men find you? her voice still sounded shaky, using his voice as her source of comfort.

Gambit rested his head back, thinking back to his rescue. I was recovering something taken from me. Just so happens that the person who stole from this thief was also a mutant. He happened to get the upper hand in the situation, leaving ole Gambit injured down in a bayou. Guess the professor could sense it, so he sends Dr. Grey and Summers down to get me. I’d been in that cold bed for maybe three days before you came walking through the door.

Amaris laughed a little, lowly, though loud enough for Gambit to hear her. It at least let him know her spirit hadn’t been broken. Your screams, chere, they are a battle cry.

What? she asked him.

You’re in there fighting, without your powers. You’re telling them that you won’t go down easily.

Amaris sank down to the floor, laying on her side while curling her arm under her head, facing Gambit’s cell. Animal’s go down fighting. she responded.

Gambit watched her, slowly following suit with her, laying on his side. You keep giving it your all, ange. Keep fighting them. Don’t let them take the best of you.

She sighed a little, wrapping her other arm around her torso. Promise me you’ll make sure the kids make it out of here safe, please. A slight tremble of her voice echoed toward the end. Artie is mute, but he will listen to direction. Jubilee is our firecracker. She may question you every step of the way, but she will follow you through the eye of a storm. Jones will make smart ass remarks, but he is extremely talented. she took a deep breath, thinking about the kids who had also been taken to this base. Kitty is quick on her feet and will be useful for finding hidden dangers. Jenny will be the most scared, make sure doesn’t focus on her fear. And Matt will run laps around you, making sure nobody is left behind.

Gambit could tell exactly what type of soul she had based on how she recounted each of the children locked up at the base. She spoke fondly of them all, clearly able to take quick notes of their strengths and weaknesses. If the kids were lucky enough to have Amaris as a teacher, they were going to be alright. I promise to get us all out of here safely. That includes you.

Amaris closed her eyes, feeling her arms tingling as they grew accustomed to the metal claws now laying within them. Only one of her six original claws remained in its natural state. The second was housed in the opposite arm now, and her three broken claws and her one good wrist claw were gone. She never experienced pain as severely before, nor undergone surgery before. Let alone being awake for the operation and feel every slice from the scalpels used, feel each of her muscles and tendons reacting to the foreign sensations. Yet, at the same time, she felt that had only been the beginning of Stryker’s intended transformations. I’m afraid. she admitted out loud in a whisper, looking back at Gambit.

Of what, ange?

She inhaled a deep breath again. I don’t think I’ll make it out of here like this. Her hand that wrapped around her torso grabbed a fist full of the medical gown she had been given. What Stryker wants, he typically gets. Which means the only way I am getting out of here is without a single ounce of humanity in my body… or in a body bag. Stryker wanted weapons at his disposal. Amaris could easily hide in plain sight as a militarized weapon. She was small, standing at a whole five feet and two inches tall. She could keep to small spaces and make easy entrances and exits. Much easier to conceal versus a six foot two inch tall man.

I just got my dad back. I just started getting used to the idea of actively working on the x-men team instead of being on the sidelines. I even enjoyed our time together, Remy, though it’s been short.

Gambit hummed a little. Once we’re out of here, chere, I’ll give you all the time you want.

Get some rest, Gambit. We don’t know how much time we have.

Good night, Amaris. he spoke, slipping one arm out of the cell, outstretched toward her.

Amaris reached her hand out as well, resting it on the corridor floor. Good night, Remy.

Charles had been struggling, finding a sense of peace standing in his office back in the mansion. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the mansion sounded quiet. It was all screen, almost as if it had been something he was supposed to be doing at that time.

He was standing.

A soft rippled of a white light pulsed behind him. Jason, stop it! Charles shouted, pulling himself out of the illusion the other man had put him in. Don’t do this. You’re father is using you in an attempt to kill us all.

The other man stared at him, unable to talk or move. All he could do was stare. It was easy for him to compel a new world into his mind.

Charles was in a hallway at the mansion. He could hear a girl crying, sitting in a corner hiding away. He looked over at her. Are they gone? she asked him, sniffling.

Xavier nodded. You can come out now. He watched as she crawled out from the side of the desk, then standing up and walking up to him. Charles reached a hand out, this thumb wiping away her tears. Come with me. We must find the others.

How will we do that? she asked him.

We’ll use Cerebro. he explained. He then started moving the wheelchair down the hallway, holding the girl's hand as they made their way through the mansion.

The crew had a rather interesting journey heading back toward the mansion. Due to John’s actions back at the Drake house in Boston, the Black Bird had been tracked down by military planes. After not giving into their commands, the military jets targeted the Black Bird, intending to bring it down and eliminate the threat.Jean and Storm had mauvered the jet to avoid their targeting systems, including inverting the jet at one point, creating a wide spread breakout of tornados, and using Jean’s abilities to destroy both of the bogie missiles sent after them. Though, as the last missile blew up right outside of the jet and tore a hole into it, Rouge fell out after not securing herself with the seat belt. Nightcrawler proved useful, teleporting to her and bringing her back to the jet.

They had lost so much altitude that they had all been sure they were going to perish in a crash. Luckily for their skins, and by some twist of fate, they had come back into the company of Magneto and Mystique. Magneto had used his powers to slow the jet down right before it collided with the ground. A true had been made between the two rivals, all in the name of Charles Xavier.

Logan had finished setting up his tent, dusting his hands on his jeans. Storm walked up to him, handing him a jacket. It’s Scott’s size, but if you can fit into one of his suits, you should be able to fit into this.

Logan looked at the jacket, spotting a black t-shirt tucked neatly into it. Thanks, he replied. He set the jacket down on the top of the tent, ripping the white and bloody t-shirt off. Storm’s eyes wandered his chest as he grabbed the black t-shirt. He caught her out of the corner of his eye, slowing down his movements briefly, chuckling under his breath before slipping the shirt on. He then grabbed the jacket, running his arms through the holes and adjusting the fabric. It’ll do for now, I’m sure.

Storm smiled up at Logan, though it slowly fell. I’m sorry about what happened at the mansion. And about the students, and everybody else. I’m just so worried about them.

Logan could tell she had been bothered by the situation deeply. He hadn’t seen her upset before. Angry, yes, happy, yes. This was new to him, seeing her so vulnerable, and she trusted him enough to see her in that state. Hey, hey. It wasn’t your fault. he spoke, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace. Storm blinked through the tears that threatened to spill over, wrapping her arms around Logan. She had been safe the entire time, tracking down Nightcrawler in the abandoned church in Boston while Logan had to fight soldiers and helped the children escape. He had to come face to face with his past, and watch as his daughter was held hostage from him. It wasn’t fair.

It’s not your fault, either. she spoke against his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Logan hadn’t known Storm for very long, yet he could tell she had been something different than he ever thought imaginable in life. She was always looking out for others, looking out for the safety and well being of the children and staff, wanting to make sure the kids knew they were safe with them. Just to hear that some of them had been taken by Stryker. Someone that knew Logan, but Logan couldn’t remember him. We will find her, Logan.

He moved his head, then pressed a kiss to the top of Storm’s hair, finding peace in her hold. It had been something he felt he had been missing for a long time, unknown to him until it happened. We’re going to find the professor, Scott, and the children. We will fix up the mansion, make sure something like this never happens again. Not as long as I’m around.

Storm tilted her chin up to look at him, her eyes shifting between both of his. Had that been a statement he used to provide her comfort? Or had he made a promise to stay around for a longer amount of time? So much has happened in such a little amount of time. Up felt like it was down, right seemed left, day felt like night. Logan?

He looked at her, offering a soft smile. I’m going to make sure everybody makes it back safely. I won’t leave until everyone is back, or until I’m not wanted anymore. He knew his time at the mansion had been chaotic, even borderline insane, though he began to find a sense of belonging there. He wasn’t the school teacher type, but maybe they could use him for other practical things. Maybe a live-in handyman? A groundskeeper? The resident drunk that sits in the corner and broods most of the day. I have a sneaky suspicion that between you and Amaris, the latter sounds unlikely.

Storm laced her arms behind his neck, securing herself neatly in his hold. I want you to stay here, with us. She leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. Logan pulled her closer to him, one hand cradling the side of her neck as his thumb rested on her cheek. Storm wrapped one hand at the base of his neck as they moved in tandem with the other.

A twig snapped near them, causing the two to break away from their brief make-out session. This makes so much more sense now, Mystique chided at the two. Come to the fire pit. We have much to discuss. She turned around, sauntering away from the couple.

Logan watched as she walked away, balling one hand into a fist. Storm watched him, placing her hand over his as her fingers caressed his knuckles. Another time. If we want to save the professor and the children, we will need their help.

Logan looked down at Storm, knowing that what she had said was true. He didn’t like it, but he knew that his previous adversary would do anything to keep Charles safe. He often wondered about their past and what had happened for them to form such a trusting bond with each other, only to be on opposing sides in the politics and war zones of mutant rights. He let go of her waist, taking her fingers between his. We’re sure there’s no other way?

Storm shook her head as they began walking toward the firepit. We don’t have the time or the resources to find another way.

Magneto had been sitting on a log next to the fire, removing his gloves and holding his hands out toward the flames. His telepathic blocking helmet rested next to him as Logan and Storm approached hand-in-hand. Magneto looked at the two, taking a few mental notes. Jean soon joined the group, holding a couple of tools she had been using on the jet for repairs. Mystique then joined, standing behind Magneto, fresh from his jail break. I’m certain you have all heard of his name before. The person responsible for the attack on your precious school is Colonel William Stryker. He could have a multitude of reasons to invade it, though he had one intention in mind. He wanted Cerebro. He then looked around the group. I have reasons to believe he is close enough to finishing one of his own.

How could he do that? Jean asked. There’s only one mutant on the planet who could operate Cerebro, and that the professor.

Magneto nodded, I also believe he knows that, which is why my very dear friend is still alive.

Alive? Storm asked, sounding relieved. Though her face began to fall as she made eye contact with Jean. Wait… Oh my God. her jaw dropped slightly.

Logan watched the girls, seeing Storm’s facial expressions then noticing a slight color change in Jean’s. What’s going on? What do you know?

Magneto laid down the groundwork for Logan. Once Charles is inside of Cerebro, he is able to connect to every human or every mutant in existence, neither at the same time. If he were to focus on one group hard enough, he could kill us all.

Storm collected herself, looking at Magneto. How would Stryker even know what Cerebro is? Or what it does?

Magneto exhaled deeply looking at the group. The colonel is much more than just a man working in the nation’s armed forces. He… oversees mutant experiments. The very ones that turn the Wolverine into the animal he currently is. Magneto hummed before his lips drew into a fine line. He has powerful weapons of persuasion on his side. Of which, he used on me. The information was coerced out of me.

You sure you didn’t forfeit it over in exchange for your freedom? Logan asked.

Mystique placed a hand on Erik’s shoulder. I was the one who aided his early release.

Magneto pointed a finger at Logan. I may have done some horrible things in my life, but I assure you, I would never put Charles Xavier’s life on the line in exchange for my freedom.

He’s telling the truth, Logan. Jean responded. She looked at Erik, somebody she had met with Charles the day she left her home to go to the mansion. Can you tell us more about Stryker?

He gave a simple nod. I know he will never stop in his journey to bring down the mutant race. He isn’t the only one out there performing these experiments or creating these weapons. His eyes then shifted back to Logan, smirking a little. He is also the only man I have ever known who can bend adamantium to his will. You know, the metal that covers your bones and claws.

He shook his head, unable to believe it. Charles couldn’t tell who did this.

My dear boy, Charles trusted that you would find this out for yourself. It’s a shame, really, I wouldn’t hold that same trust in you. he chuckled.

Logan huffed. Did you know he had help scouting the inside of the mansion?

What are you talking about, Logan?

You know, I had an interesting run in up in Calgary with somebody he knows. Somebody we all have some level of interacting with. Logan stared Magneto down, a pressure rising in his chest. Charles told me your boy was up to no good. He watched as the older man’s face changed hearing his son was involved. Yeah, he showed up at the mansion, forced his grubby little fingers on my daughter, and snooped around the place before I ran him off. The next time I saw him, he had handed my daughter over to Stryker.

Pietro? Magneto whispered to himself. He couldn’t believe it. Last he heard, his twins had been in Sokovia in a revolution there for mutant rights. It was also troublesome to know his son had interacted with the daughter of the Wolverine. Did he say why he was there?

He said Stryker had his sister. He wanted Amaris’ help to save her.

Magneto looked up at Logan. I don’t know the type of relationship you have with your daughter, but please, listen to me. From one father to another, we need to join our forces to rescue our children.

Logan’s mind raced as Magneto spoke to him, urging him to work with him. Logan would have gone in as a one man army to save Amaris. He would have every head roll to find her and bring her back. He knew she was able to defend herself and had lived nearly two decades without him in her life; but Logan would do anything to trade places with her now. Knowing that Stryker was the creator of the monster he had been now, Logan would have clawed his way through the ice wall Bobby manifested to get to Stryker.

Tell us, where do we come in on this plan of yours.

Mystique spoke up. I found the plans to his secret base. Details of holding cells, chambers for mutant experimentations, and a room we believe is Stryker’s version of Cerebro.

Our biggest problem is, we don’t know where this base is located. Though I have a feeling one of you do. he chimed.

If what you are saying is true, I wouldn’t know. The professor tried already, and I can’t remember.

Magneto clicked his tongue at Logan, tsking him. Not everything is about you, Logan. Magneto’s gaze then shifted to look up at the tree above him. Everybody else followed suit, spotting the teleporter hanging upside down from the tree by his tail. He waved at them awkwardly before teleporting to safe ground with the group.

It had taken a little convincing, though Kurt accepted, sitting down on the log. Just remain still. This may sting a little. Jean spoke before bringing her hands up to hover just over his temples. Kurt closed his eyes as Jean began to read his mind, seeing flash images of a lake split in two by a dam. She then saw an opening through a spillway into the bunker, hearing screams of different people, military equipment laying around, and various x-rays posted on the walls.

She opened her eyes, releasing Kurt as they both returned to the present, panting slightly from the mental journey they took. Jean took a moment to collect the information, piecing it all together. Alkali… It’s at Alkali Lake.

Jean, that’s impossible. There’s nothing there. It’s gone. Logan spoke.

She turned to look at him, shaking her head. It’s underground. It maintains the dam and serves its purpose for Stryker’s experiments.

Amaris woke up at the sound of approaching footsteps. The collar around her neck turned back on as the slight static hum filled her ears, drowning out the soft snoring of Remy. Her arm had still been outstretched past the bars of her cell toward Remy’s. She sat up, pulling her arm back as she wrapped them around her knees. She saw a pair of mostly white tennis shoes stop in front of her. The man squatted down, holding a water bottle in his hands. I never meant for any of this to happen. Pietro spoke.

Amaris looked up at him, pressing the lower portion of her face into her folded arms. The library. My parent’s cabin. The mansion. It was all an elaborate ruse, wasn’t it? she asked him, hurt filling her chest again.

Pietro shook his head, feeling a pull in his chest as he looked at his ex-girlfriend sitting on the floor of her cell. He told me if I didn’t hand you over to him I would never see my sister again.

So, you would be more than willing to trade me in for Wanda’s safety? The team would have helped you at the first sign of trouble.

Pietro sighed. I know you would have helped Wanda, no questions asked. another set of footsteps approached them. But Wanda’s back in Sokovia. Pietro set the water bottle down before standing up. The new pair of boots stopped at his side as Amaris looked up to see her face.

Lorna?

The woman cackled, looking down at Amaris. The one and only. she almost sang, wrapping one arm behind Pietro’s back. Your pathetic life for mine? Hm, doesn’t feel like an equal trade, brother.

Amaris stood up, grabbing the bars of her cell. I see your still as snarky as ever.

Lorna giggled at Amaris. You almost have that lost puppy dog look in your eyes. You’re not fooling anybody though. Nobody wants to adopt vicious dogs. They want the adorable, innocent little puppies. Something you’re not.

You can’t blame the breed, mon amie. You must blame the owners for teaching them bad manners. Remy spoke, rising to his feet.

Lorna and Pietro turned to look at him. Don’t tell me tall, dark, and handsome over here wants anything to do with the runt of the litter over there.

I gave you a warning, friend. You should have left when I told you to. Pietro spoke, eyeing the man in the cell before he punched him in the gut. Remy folded over, falling to his knees as he grabbed his stomach.

Leave him alone! Amaris called out, rising to her feet. He didn’t do anything to deserve this!

Lorna left Pietro’s side, walking up to Amaris’ cell. Nothing except for accepting the help from the x-men? Stay in Xavier’s fancy mansion in upstate New York? What’s the most difficult choice you make on an average day there? One lump of sugar, or two?

Please, this is between you and me. Leave him out of it. she begged her.

The woman with the green hair reached into the cell, forcibly grabbing Amaris’ jaw. Just admit it. You’d never help me. The only reason why I’m free now is because Pietro had to hunt you down like the filthy animal you are.

Pietro walked over to Lorna, forcing her away from Amaris. That’s enough, Lorna. Let’s go.

Pietro, Amaris stared at him, speaking through gritted teeth. Understand that if I ever get out of here, I will never do anything for you ever again. I will pass you by on a street corner and treat you like any other stranger in New York City. I will ignore every call for help. I will not race to your deathbed. I will sit happily on a beach or in the mountains somewhere with a cold drink in my hand as your body turns into dust. She had been seething at this point. Our relationship meant nothing to you. You’re just like your father.

Pietro watched her, a stone cold expression painted on his face. He took every jab she metaphorically threw at him before scooping Lorna up into his arms. That makes two of us. Once Lorna had been secured, Pietro used his super speed abilities, leaving the base as was promised to him by Stryker.

The hurt that she once felt turned into a numbing sensation, as if cold water had been poured over her head. The fond memories she looked back on during her hard days meant nothing to her now. Suddenly her mother’s letter had a new manifestation. Amaris found herself in her father’s shoes, having been turned over to William Stryker for his sick personal gains, and Pietro traded the love he once had for her for the safe return of his sister. Everything they had built together had been for nothing. She was worth nothing.

The collars remained on as a set of boots came down the hallway. Grab the girl. Take her to the chamber, it’s time to start the second phase of this operation. Stryker spoke, looking into the cell.

Amaris grunted as a soldier used his weapon to deliver a blow to her head, causing her to stumble back. They grabbed her, dragging her out of the cell. When’s Gambit gonna get his turn? Remy spoke, recovering from the gut punch.

Stryker laughed at him, holding his belly. You are funny. You think you’re of value here? William walked away, following his soldiers and a stunned Amaris. We will come and get you, when it’s time for target practice.

The soldiers had brought Amaris into a new chamber, forcing her into a chair. She had been strapped in with metal restraints and her ankles and her wrists. Oddly, they had positioned her hands into a certain position, curling her fingers over the edge of the arms of the chair. Her palms were forced down flat. Next to the chair had been two metal trays filled with tools. One tray had four triangular shaped metallic items. The other tray was covered with a blue sheet. Laughing nervously, Amaris watched as Stryker walked in front of her, stopping as Dr. Williams entered the room with two other people dressed in scrubs. You could at least take me to dinner before you decide to fuck with my body, Stryker.

William watched her. Trust in me, there is a reward at the end of all your operations. This is only the second step before I bring you to your full potential.

The two assistants had walked over to Amaris, coating her knuckles in a brown iodine solution, making sure to coat her hands and fingers evenly. I was overdue for a nail appointment. You wouldn’t happen to have pink, would you? I’d be willing to settle for orange as my second choice.

William raised his hand, forcing it across her face with solid force. I will not tolerate your attitude much longer.

Amaris had looked over to her side, feeling a small trail of blood stream from her nose, coating her upper lip. She turned her face to look back at Stryker, smiling up at him. Oh dear, here I thought we were just getting to know each other.

Ready to make the first incision sir. the doctor spoke, holding the scalpel in his hand.

Stryker nodded at the doctor, then watched his new test subject. The assistant’s had picked up sharpies, marking triangles between her first and second knuckles and her third and fourth knuckles. The assistants then stood to the sides as the doctor walked over to her left side. Amaris gripped the arms of the chair as the sharpened blades sliced through her skin, gritting her teeth as she screamed out in pain, watching as blood rushed out from her knuckles.

Your father was my favorite experiment. Certainly the most successful at the time. Stryker spoke, taking a seat and observing the work he had orchestrated. I wonder what he’s up to now.

Both knuckles had been opened up on her left hand at this time. The doctor had been handed a tool that was now being used to cauterize her blood vessels, slowing down her bleeding but burning her at the same time. Amaris breathed heavily as her cheeks puffed up and shrunk at the untimely intervals. She looked at Stryker as he spoke, unable to form a proper sentence at the time. The doctor handed the tool back over to his assistants, requesting one of the metal pieces and a drill. Dr. Williams had the drill in his dominant hand, then lining up the cold metal piece into her third to fourth knuckle space.

These pieces are fitting you for will aid and assist your claws to release and retract with ease. It will make wearing jewelry difficult, and also make your mutant status a little bit known, but these are the prices we pay in order to have our weapons in top functioning condition.

The doctor brought the drill down to the adamantium screw, drilling it into one of her bones. Amaris yelled again, leaning as far forward as she could, searing pain taking hold of her entire body. The doctor had fastened the adamantium pieces into the knuckle within thirty seconds, though Amaris felt it had been longer than that. Her face was red, feeling very warm and even shaking as the shock began to take over her body. It’s a very quick procedure, as you can see. We’re not even five minutes in from that start and we are already a fourth of the way done! You must feel good about that.

Amaris hissed at him, gathering some of her composure as the doctor finished with the first knuckle, starting to move onto the second. How many children did you get? She asked him between rage filled sobs.

The drill roared again, thirty seconds had passed as the second knuckle fussed with the metal housing unit. Is two too many for your little heart to bear? he asked her.

The doctor moved over to her right hand, using the scalpel to slice into her knuckles again, opening both sets up. One is too many. she seethed before her sobs turned into silent screams as the doctor cauterized her knuckles again.

Stryker laughed, finding her pain amusing to him. It only served her right, for being a mutant. He could save her, by shredding every ounce of humanity from her and using her for what nature intended for her. She would be a mindless animal acting under his orders as seen fit, spending the rest of her life in a cell where she belonged. Be prepared six times over for that heartbreak.

The sounds of the drill and her screams filled the room again, a minute passed as the last six screws and two housing units were secured to her knuckles. William pulled a remote out of his pocket. Please, step away from the test subject. We must now test the housing units. The doctor and his assistants stepped away from Amaris before William pressed a button. The humming of her collar stopped. The open parts of her knuckles closed up, exposing the metal pieces and incorporating it to her hands. The skin seems to be faring well. Let’s try extending the claws now. with another press of the button, he forced her nervous system to extend her claws. They punctured through the scar tissue, filling through the housing units. The test had been successful, causing the scientist to stand up. Amaris was unable to move, so he was able to approach her, keeping his hands away as he studied the claws. This is fascinating. he spoke, almost admiring the claws.

Amaris breathed heavily as her healing factor helped her to recover from the operation. I’ll give you a closer look, just remove these restraints.

Stryker pressed the button again, causing her claws to retract. He then grabbed her face, examining her over. What I find mysterious is just how much alike your father and his brother were. Sharpened claws on a whim of their choosing, using their senses to hunt down their enemies, even slightly sharpened canines. He hummed a little, then took his thumb and index finger to spread her lips into a smile, displaying her teeth. Not as sharp as I would like for them to be.

Stryker turned to look at the doctor, nodding his head. The assistant walked up to Amaris after William turned her collar back on. They leaned her seat back, placing a restraint over her forehead to keep her head in place. Don’t fight this, Howlett. If you pass out, enjoy the sleep. It will be the last bit of peaceful sleep you will have for a very long time.

The jet took nearly five hours to repair. Their camp was taken down and packed away in the many compartments of the Black Bird. Logan, Jean, and Storm had changed into their suits, putting their clothes into the comparts dedicated for their suits. You got some of those in there for us? Bobby asked.

Logan closed the comparts, pulling at the leather collar around his neck. They’re not due for another couple of years. he spoke, patting a hand on Bobby’s shoulder before walking away. The teen grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it, not expecting the older man’s hand to feel heavy. Maybe Bobby needed to take more sessions in the gym.

Come on, Logan. What do you expect us to do? Sit around in here while you guys get to have all of the fun? Rogue asked him.

Jean turned around, looking at the kids. Nothing about this is fun. The professor is missing. People like us are being experimented on and tortured in that place. Every time we wear this suit, we are accepting an unspoken vow to do everything in our abilities to complete our missions. Even if that means putting our lives on the line.

Storm agreed. Being an X-Men means much more than solidifying your being in history. You take an oath to protect mutant and human kind, risking your very lives to ensure nobody is left behind. Storm looked up at Logan, placing a hand on his back. We look out for each other, and we never rest until everybody makes it back home.

Magneto chuckled, watching the scene as he sat in a chair next to Mystique. That’s quite an indoctrination.

Logan’s gaze shifted to Magneto, feeling a small snarl creep into his throat. He swallowed it, knowing that Magneto was trying to get under their skin. They all needed to work together in order to achieve their goals. Let’s go. The quicker we get there is the quicker we get back home.

Jean and Storm both made their way to the captain’s chair. They pressed various buttons and flipped a few switches. The air outside of the air whirled as the occupants found their seats, putting their seatbelts on as the aircraft raised up into the air. We should be there in five hours. Storm called out to Jean and Logan. The three x-men had all worn ear pieces that served as their communicators so they wouldn’t have to raise their voices to speak with each other.

Jean laughed as the jet propelled forward. Not if I have anything to do with it. She wanted to get to the base as quickly as possible. She knew Scott was there along with the professor and their students. We should come up with a game plan. I can locate the professor if i can tap into his mind.

Storm nodded, keeping the controls steady as they travelled. I’ll take Kurt with me and find the children. His abilities will be useful to get them to safer spaces.

Leave Stryker to me. Logan spoke, focusing forward as he watched the trees vanish below the clouds. I’ll find my daughter and I’ll make sure Stryker is dealt with. Permanently.

Meanwhile, Magneto and Mystique could be heard talking amongst themselves, occasionally looking up at Rogue and Bobby. The teen girl turned around, staring at them. Mystique covered her mouth to muffle her laugh, though it didn’t last long. Don’t mind us. We were just admiring your hair. Have to say, it suits you.

Rogue smirked at them, tilting her head to the side. She then brought her left hand up to unglove her right hand, taking one step closer to them. Bobby placed both of his hands on her shoulders, directing her away. Not here, Rogue. They’re not worth it.

John laughed a little watching the encounter. He didn’t sit with his friends or his instructors. He sat in the back, though keeping equal distance from Magneto and Mystique. He fidgeted with his lighter again, opening and closing the lighter as he looked down at it. He was hunched over, resting his elbows on his thighs before looking over at the two mutants. You’re supposedly the bad ones, right? he asked.

Magneto turned to look at him, smirking. He flipped his palm over, summoning the metal cased lighter into his hands. It depends on who’s the ones telling the stories.

Across for their seats had been the purple and maroon helmet that belonged to magneto, resting on his cape. What’s up with that dorky looking helmet of yours?

Magneto eyed John as he spoke. That ‘dorky looking helmet’ is the only thing that keeps me protected from the real bad guys. he explained. He then looked down at the lighter in his hands, igniting it as he admired the fire. Tell me, boy, what is your name?

John.

Magneto shook his head, turning back to look at him. What’s your real name?

John pondered this question for a moment. He held his palm up, summoning the fire from the lighter to then hover over his hand, swirling it into a ball. Pyro.

Magneto began to smile, watching the boy as he controlled the flame. It’s quite a unique talent you have there, Pyro.

John looked over to Magneto. I can’t produce the flame. I can only manipulate fire that’s already been started.

Which is still talent. Mystique chimed in.

Never doubt yourself in your abilities, Pyro. There could be others out there who can only manifest the flame, but would not be able to control how it rages. John closed his palm, squashing the flame away. You are a God that walks amongst creatines. Don’t let anybody tell you any differently. Magneto then held his hand out toward the teenager, offering him the lighter back.

John reached out, taking his lighter back, flipping it over in his hand a few times. During this entire mess, the older man;s words had been the closest thing to comfort. The best bits of advice he had received since starting at the school. Possibly even the best advice he had ever received in his life.

Charles had finally made his way down to the lower levels of the mansion, the little girl walking with him at his side. Is it time yet? she asked him.

Charles hummed. Nearly, child. We must be patient.

Meanwhile, outside of the illusion, Stryker had been monitoring the surveillance cameras of the cells. He had focused on the children, laughing as they were repeatedly shocked by the invisible field around its perimeter. The nightmare will soon be over, children. he whispered to himself. He hadn’t planned to let them go. They would be used as test subjects, finding out their abilities and how far he could test their limits.

A group of soldiers approached him. Sir, the chamber is completed and the adamantium chamber is prepared. Both subjects are ready for you. he spoke.

William nodded, smiling. Excellent news, sargent. He stood up out of his chair spinning around. Bring Xavier and Mutant 143 to the cerebro chamber first. Once the doors open up, bring weapon x point two to the infusion chamber. Make sure all parties are ready. I want everyone to be prepared in case we need to eliminate her.

The sergeant agreed. Yes sir. His eyes then caught the footage feed of the children, watching as some of them still shocked themselves on the field. Sir, if i can ask, why keep the children?

Stryker eyed the man, taking in a deep breath. I am a scientist, Sargent. Nothing we do is science until we write it down and have evidence. I need to ensure both my machine and my weapon are well documented successes.

Stryker, Yuriko, and the band of soldiers left the security room, heading toward the chamber known as Cerebro Two. The soldiers had communicated with each other through walkie-talkies making sure all of the test subjects had either been on their way into their chambers or had already been placed. First up was Charles Xavier, to get him to connect with the Stryker’s Cerebro device and having Jason in the room with him to keep up the illusion. Then it was onto the final part of Amaris’ operations.

Willim looked happy as he walked through his base, arms happily swinging as they rounded the various corners. A few minutes had passed by before they approached the cerebro chamber. Stryker punched in the pass code to the chamber, watching as the circular doors opened up. Inside had been one of his men standing before Jason’s wheelchair, then here was Charles sitting in front of the table. Stryker walked up to Jason, whispering words to him.

It’s time. the little girl spoke to Charles. We need to find all of our friends. All of the mutants.

Stryker watched as a hypnotized Charles reached out for the silver colored helmet, placing it on his head. He and the soldier both walked out of the chamber, making sure the door had shut. I want a full squad posted here. Shoot anybody that approaches unless radioed previously.

The soldiers then posted up their guard, readying their weapons as they strategically placed themselves along the walls of the corridor. Yuriko walked with Stryker, now heading to the infusion room. It had been near the cerebro room, making his journey through the base easy. He was finally going to achieve his goals and prove to the ones who questioned him how successful he could make the program, even over two decades later.

The two entered the room, which was occupied by Dr. Williams, his two assistants, and about four soldiers. There was a metal perforated table in the middle of the room, water bubbling under the table top. Amaris had been strapped down to the table as the two assistants drew over her body with a sharpie. There had been a large device above her with several syringes and needles filled with tubing. There had been a bubbling sound coming right past her head. Stryker approached the table, placing one of his hands on Amaris’ shoulder. The very water sitting below you is the same water your father volunteered to lay in while having this exact same procedure performed.

You mean tricked into. She responded.

Stryker laughed a little, bringing his hand up her shoulder, grabbing a hold of one of the braids that she had still from her capture. Only one other man has gone through the type of hell you are about to endure. You will be the second woman of your kind, but arguably the strongest.

Amaris couldn’t shrink away from him, nor could she push him away. She had been at his mercy for the duration of her hold at the base. Have you heard the phrase ‘sometimes the best person to do a man’s job is a woman’? Stryker looked down at her, his smile fading again. No matter what he had put her through, she never once broke.

This is your last chance. Tell me what you know about Cerebro and how it tracks mutants? he grabbed her braid forcibly, pulling it down.

Amaris smiled, flashing the new smile Stryker gave her, showcasing the adamantium canines that replaced her previous white ones. Eat shit.

Stryker let go of her. He looked at the Doctor’s white coat, spotting a pair of scissors. He walked over, grabbing them out of his coat before walking back to the table. Amaris spotted the scissors, crying out as Stryker hacked away at her braids. The hair that once reached down to the tops of her hips now unevenly rested at her collarbones. Her hair was sacred to her, it was important in the native communities. Hair was cut only to mourn the death of a loved one. Though, in some sick and twisted way, this was the death of Amaris, knowing that she was either going to die ina failed experiment, or by some miraculous turn of events, she would survive physically but emerge as something new.

Begin the grafting process! Stryker called back, tossing the scissors to the ground before leaving the room. He had learned from his previous mistake back in 1979. He was going to be safe outside of the room, and he was going to watch it to its very end.

The doors closed, sealing tightly. Amaris had stared up at the cage like device above her. One of the assistants walked up to her holding an aspirator in her hands. Don’t focus on what has happened since you’ve been here. Think about your family. Think about your friends. Anything strong enough to make the pain bearable.

Amaris looked up at the woman, who looked no older than her. Is that what you tell yourself everyday you go to work for that bastard?

The woman sighed, fastening the aspirator to her face, plugging her nose and making sure the device fit in her mouth. We all have our dues to pay.

The assistant then walked away. The three medical team members and the four soldiers walked up on the catwalk, taking a moment to prepare themselves for the torture they were about to witness. The doctor then pressed a series of buttons, lowering the table into the water. Amaris squirmed, having a fear of water. She never learned how to swim and didn’t enjoy water coming up past her shins. So being submerged had only added fuel to her anxiety and the adrenaline pumping through her body. She watched as the cage device then lowered into the water. He eyes widened as she watched the needles begin to warm up before sinking deep into her body, each needle piercing deep. She clamped her eyelids closed as molten metal filled the syringes, filling the spaces around her bones. Her skull, her spine, her arms, her chest, her pelvis, her legs, her feet, and her toes all felt they had been on fire. It felt hotter than fire, as if she had been sitting inside a pocket of molten lava.

Heart beat has increased to the two hundreds…. Three hundreds one of the assistants spoke, documenting the procedure. The doctor had monitored her vital signs. Her heart is failing, she’s going into cardiac arrest.

Her head pounded, hearing a sound similar to a train horn blowing in both of her ears. Her heart felt it was going to explode out of her chest. The darkness behind her eyes turned into a white light, the molten fire turning into numbness. Maybe this was it, her sweet release from the hell she was living through. All she had to do was accept it.

Wake up. came the still voice of a woman.

Amaris looked around, seeing the room she had been in, though time had stood still. People were up on a little walkway looking down at the table below them. The same table that she saw her body in, watching the water bubbling with the heat produced by the adamantium flowing through the syringes which were plunged into Amaris’ body.

Look at me, my honey badger.

Amaris turned her head, spotting a woman with long black hair and tanned skin. She wore a silver pendant around her neck, a fox charm resting at the bottom. Amaris had been stunned in her out of body experience, looking at the woman she had seen in the photos she recovered from the cabin. The woman who cradled her in her arms, who stood at her father’s side next to the cabin. Look at you, hunny. You’re beautiful.

Mom?

There’s not much time. she spoke, walking up to her daughter. She placed both of her hands on Amaris’ face, cradling her face. You can’t let Stryker have you as his mindless weapon. You have to fight back with everything you have.

Amaris looked up at the woman, also taller than her but not as tall as her father. You tricked dad into trusting Stryker.

Kayla nodded, then smoothing down Amaris’ now shoulder length hair. I know. What I did can never be undone. She then brought her hands down to her daughters shoulders. The same with you. What’s happening now can never be undone. But you can make it Stryker’s problem. You need to let go of your emotions now. Let go of everything that is keeping you sane now. You must become the animal within you if you want to survive.

Amaris narrowed her brows, observing her mother’s face. How-? Why-? What if I never come back from that? It was all too much to think about. She needed to save the children, free Remy, and escape the base.

Kayla zoned out for a moment, her face slightly turning as if to hear something behind her. She smiled, turning back to Amaris. You’re father’s here. You don’t have to worry about the children. You don’t have to focus on your friends. You need to focus on yourself. A loud pulse rang out in the air between them. Hunny, listen to me. In order to survive this, you have to let go of your humanity. It’s the only way. Kayla pressed a kiss to Amaris’ forehead, giving her shoulders a squeeze. Fight like a Howlett. Fight like a Silverfox. Fight because your life depends on it.

Amaris could feel herself begin to be pulled back toward the table. She reached her hands out toward her mother’s figure, watching as her image began to fade into a black vapor. I’m not strong enough! Amaris pleaded.

You are strong enough. Just let go.

The doctor threw his clipboard down, leaning back in his seat as he rubbed his temples. Her heart had stopped beating as a siren began to ring in throughout the base. Time of death-

Wait doctor… look.

The medical team stared at the screens that monitored her vital signs. The once flat line monitoring her heart status slowly beeped once, a small movement on the graph. One small movement became a small steady beat. After about ten seconds her heart beat raised to nearly one hundred sixty beats a minute. They looked at the table, mortified as they watched the cage device be destroyed and sent flying through the air. The soldiers pointed their guns at the woman as she rose out of the water, angry, pissed, and roaring. The soldiers began to fire at her, hoping the adamantium hadn’t cooled all the way before they fired their regular rounds at her. A bullet that grazed her forehead bounced right off, revealing the shiny metal alloy underneath. We’re going to die. The doctor whispered watching as her skin instantly healed.

Soldiers ran down the short amount of stairs, still firing at her. Amaris got out of the water, her only thoughts were fighting back and breathing. She approached the first soldier, sinking two adamantium claws deep into his chest, hoisting him up to use as a shield as she approached the second soldier, slicing his head off his body cleanly. The doctor had taken one of the soldier's guns hanging from his utility belt, shooting both of his assistants in their heads before shooting himself in a last act of mercy.

Logan had heard a commotion from the chamber, hearing the animalistic growling and the guns firing. As he approached, the door opened up, and the guns stopped firing. He walked into a grizzly scene, seeing several bodies thrown across the room, some in pieces. Fresh blood coated the floors and walls. As he looked up at the catwalk, his face fell, a look of shock on his face. He saw his daughter breathing heavily, hearing the pounding in her chest. Her claws were still out, though only seeing two per hand, long and metal like his. Lines covered her body along with the little bit of clothes she had been wearing to cover herself. Her hair was shorter than when he last saw her the night before, the long braids now discarded on the floor.

Magnificent, isn’t she? Stryker called, standing at a secondary door to the chamber. Just to think, maybe seven minutes ago, she was nearly as human looking as I.

Logan had been caught between running over to Stryker and getting his answers, or watching as his daughter looked around mindlessly as if she had been caught in her fight or flight response. Amaris? He called over to her.

She looked down at her now itchy hands, down at the blades that protruded out of them before hearing her name. She was quick to look over at the man in the black leather suit. She hunkered down a little, carefully stepping down the stairs two at a time as she sized the man up and down. She couldn’t recognize who he was, her mind filled with the thoughts of escaping and protecting herself. Her pupils were blown, appearing mostly black. The hair at the base of her neck stood up. She sniffed the air in his direction, trying to get a sense of what he was.

Logan froze as he saw Amaris in a feral state. Every little bit of her lively eyes had disappeared, swallowed whole by her pupils. It’s me, Amaris. It’s Logan. I’m your father. He pleaded with her, retracting his claws.

Stryker chuckled lowly as Yuriko walked up to his side. The same thing happened to you, you know. Except you may have appeared more human. I took the liberties of highlighting those animal instincts.

Amaris continued to approach Logan, seeing red, though her sense of smell took over her brain. The closer she got to him she could smell the old leather and cigar smoke that soaked his facial hair and skin. She bared her teeth as she growled, walking around her father. Logan watched her the entire time, noticing how her canine teeth had been replaced with sharper metal teeth. He saw the rivets in her hands that housed the claws she still displayed, ready to use. Mar. he breathed out in a silent cry. The woman continued to eye him before leaving the chamber, knowing she needed to escape.

Logan could have chased her down and rescued her from whatever had plagued her now. Or he could focus his efforts on Stryker.

It’s a shame, Wolverine. Stryker spoke, grabbing Logan’s attention. I used to think you were one of a kind. he watched as Yuriko entered the room, allowing him to make his exit. That’s a mistake I will never make again.

Logan ran toward Stryker, yelling as he unsheathed his claws. The woman stopped him in his tracks, sending him back against one of the columns. Logan recovered, standing up quickly as he eyed her down. She turned her palms upwards as each of her fingernails grew in size, having the same metal grafted to her nails. Holy shit.

he murmured to himself before his adversary came charging at him.

Meanwhile, Storm and Kurt traversed the facility trying to locate the children. Mystique told them they had been on a lower floor of the base, but it was hard figuring out where to turn. They didn’t have a lot of time on their side, so changing directions was going to be the hardest. As Storm and Kurt turned down one corridor, there was a small explosion. Bars flew across the space and a small purple smoke filled the space. Storm used her powers to eliminate the smoke to reveal a busted up Gambit exiting his cell. Gambit? She asked approaching him.

The man coughed a little as he looked down the hallway, seeing Storm approach him. Where one x-men be, more are to follow.

Have you seen the professor around? Or the children?

Gambit rubbed the back of his neck where the collar had been released only moments prior. I’ve only heard they are keeping him away from everybody else. The youngin’s should be right down here. He spoke, pointing down the hall past his cell. Tell me you found Mara.

Storm shook her head. Logan is looking for her. She spoke, then starting to follow Remy as he lead them down the hall.

Remy stiffened a little, his jaw tightening. They put her through some serious business, mon amie. Remy wished he could have traded places with her, knowing she had fought every step of the way while they had been at the facility. Her screams have been the only thing Gambit has heard.

Strom looked up at Gambit, then looked over to Kurt. She wanted to find the kids as quickly as possible and get them back to the jet. Gambit led the three down the hallways, coming to a stop when he heard their voices the loudest. Storm looked down, seeing a hatch in the ground. Right below it had been all of the children. Kurt teleported into the room below them, watching as the children stared at him. Kurt’s going to get you all out of there. One at a time. Storm instructed.

Kurt took each child, one by one, moving them from the cell below to the corridor above them. Storm examined each one of them, making sure they hadn’t been harmed aside from the stunning agents introduced into their bodies. Okay kids, grab a buddy, grab an adult, and let’s get out of here. The children grabbed the hands of their rescuers, Jubilee hanging tightly onto Storm as quick as the words left her mouth. Storm then led the charge, weaving through the corridors. A loud rumbling echoed down the hallway, making everybody freeze.

Tell me you have a quicker way of getting out of this place. Gambit asked as the two children with him grabbed his hands a little tighter.

Kurt shook his head. I have to see where I’m going, or have to have been there and within a short distance of it.

Storm sighed a little. We must be at least a few miles away front he jet.

Gambit picked up the smaller child, setting him down on his hip before grabbing the hand of the other child. Well, no time like the presence to pick up the pace.

As the group rounded the next corner, a piercing buzzing sound filled their heads, causing each of the mutants to drop down to their knees, covering their heads and temples. The two children with Kurt curled into his jacket as they held their heads. Gambit, in the mind numbing attack, made sure the child on his hip did not fall forward, tucking his head down as low as it would go.

Charles had connected to every mutant in the world, concentrating on where they were at and how many of them existed in the world. Pyro, who had been tired of waiting around in the jet, wallowed around in the snow. Bobby and Rogue held onto each other's hands, squirming on the floor of the jet. Logan leaned against the blood glass of the water table, holding one side of his head. Jean and an recently united Jean fell to the floor with each other as the onslaught of their minds continued on.

The only person not affected by it had been Erik. He had successfully breached the chamber Charles had been in. As he entered, he spotted the other mutant in the room with his old friend. The man didn’t speak, just simply looked at Magneto. Due to his helmet and its properties, he had been left unaffected by Cerebro’s influence. He stood between Charles and Jason, looking at his old friend. How long must you insist we continue to to play by their rules? He hummed a little, then raised his hands as he began to levitate. It’s only fair that we play by theirs. Erik had pulled panels out of the walls, shuffling them around and being mindful of Charles’ connection to the machine.

Once Erik had finished moving everything around, he lowered back to the ground. He gave a simple nod to Mystique. She entered the chamber, changing her form into Stryker’s. She walked up to Jason, beginning to whisper to him. There’s been a change of plans, Jason. We need to find the humans. All of the humans. Concentrate on finding all of the humans.

Erik smiled, turning back to look at Charles. Goodbye, old friend.

Magneto and Mystique then left the chamber as a new plan began to form. All they needed was a way out of the facility, to go back to their headquarters and form their next plans and goals.

Logan tracked Stryker down. The man had left out of a side exit, one of many Logan had been sure. He saw the weathered man removing a chain from a helicopter. Logan attacked quickly, grabbing the man and pinning him up against the helicopter, using his claws to just nick the man in his ribs. You think you can escape that easily, you piece of shit? Logan seethed.

Stryker groaned under the cut of the blades at his sides. You think that those people back there give a rats ass about you, Logan? he questioned. You and I did remarkable work back in the day. We worked together, on a team. They say time changes a man, but you and I both know that’s not true.

What am I?! What did you do to me?! Logan yelled, wanting answers.

As I recall, you volunteered for the procedure. Nature made you an animal. All I did was give you claws.

And Amaris? She just volunteered, too?

Stryker laughed a little, shaking his head slightly. She was traded, to put nicely. Logan’s claws in his other hand slowly extended, threatening to pierce through Stryker’s neck. I wanted to make a new weapon, one that I could easily conceal in plain sight, yet remain as deadly as possible. All under my control. Pietro Maximoff wanted his sister back. All parties involved benefited from this endeavor.

Logan yelled, pulling the man away from the helicopter and throwing him down on the ground. An alarm began to ring out across the valley. Birds began to fly and animals began rushing to higher grounds. What the hell is that?

Stryker looked up in the direction of the dam, his face sinking. The dam. It’s compromised. Logan looked down at Stryker as he spoke. In a few minutes, we will all be underwater. Nothing back there will matter anymore. If you come with me, I will give you all of the answers you want and you can what what you’ve always been. A survivor.

Logan had spent the last twenty years looking for answers about who he is or what he once was. He knew he couldn’t trust Stryker any further than he could throw him. His choice was clear. He picked the man up, setting him in front of the wheel of the helicopter. He then took the chain, wrapping it around him a few times and locking it in place. If I’m going down, you’re going down with me, bub. Logan was satisfied with his restraints, then turning back toward the base, running back inside.

He needed to make sure the others would get out safely. Find them, keep them safe, get them to the jet or to the helicopter, get out of dodge. That's all he could do. Yet, he knew there was one missing piece to this massive puzzle. It was finding his daughter. He hoped like hell he could find her, or die trying.

Logan ran through the base, running around relying on his senses to try and find the others. Soldiers tried to attack him, but he had successfully defended himself, as some decided he hadn’t been worth the trouble and attempted to flee the base to save their lives. He must have looked like a mad man, feeling sweat drench his forehead and cling to his hair. Suddenly there was a scrambling of feet running back toward the spillway they had entered through. Logan heard the massive wall of water beginning to approach the chambers they had been in, then spotting Storm, the professor, and the rest of the crew attempting to reach the door. He used his claws, slicing at the electrical that controlled the door, sealing it shut. Come on, let’s go this way.

The crew scrambled together, children running with their teachers and instructors, Storm and Kurt supporting the professor, Logan picking up an injured student as he guided them through the base back to where he had left Stryker and the helicopter. Logan looked around, mortified by the sight of the helicopter being gone. It was right here! I don’t understand!

A whirling sound began to fill the air. Scott and Jean both looked up first, spotting the Black Bird unsteadily flying through the air in an automated emergency landing sequence. It had bounced around a few times as it landed with great force not too far away. Kurt, can you please get the professor in there?

Kurt took a hold of the professor. Hold your breath. he instructed the elder man. They disappeared in a blue cloud of smoke, appearing inside of the jet where Kurt assisted the man into a chair, securing him with a seatbelt.

Bobby lowered the ramp to allow the others on up. The children were the first to enter, he helped them get into seats, making sure they were buckled in. Storm raced up the steps, walking up to the main pilot’s seat. She placed her hands on Rogue’s hands who still clung to the controls. You did amazing. Let go. It’s okay.

Storm took the seat Rogue had been in as Bobby grabbed her and moved her out of the way of the others. Scott took the other pilot’s seat. The controls had been damaged, leaving the x-men to try and figure out how to correct the problems. Though Storm, Scott, and Logan had been trying to figure out what was wrong with the jet, one of their members had left the jet. Jean? Charles asked, sensing her presence outside of the jet.

Jean walked out in front of the jet, using her powers to force the ramp up. She focused her energy into powering the jet back up, keeping to her oath as an x-men.

Go on out there and get her! Logan commanded Nightcrawler.

He tried, a small little cloud of blue smoke appearing around him. He shook his head, looking out at her. She isn’t letting me.

Charles closed his eyes, feeling Jean connect with his mind. While powering the jet and lifting it up, Jean also held back the tidal wave that approached them, pushing her powers to their limits. Don’t worry about me she spoke through Charles.

Scott looked over at the professor, seeing he had been in a trance. He knelt down next to the man, beginning to cry. Jean, please, don’t do this.

Charles’ head turned toward Scott, his eyes still closed.

Let me save you. It’s my choice. Let me save you. It’s my choice.

Once the jet was lifted high enough, Jean turned back to the tidal wave. She released Charles from their connection, dropping her hands. The water claimed Jean. She’s gone. Logan choked out, feeling the weight of the day finally hitting him.

Scott turned around, pushing Against Logan who only held him. Jean! No! he cried out, wanting to turn the jet around, wanting to go back for his beloved woman. The only person who made life worth living in his eyes. Jean! Scott cried out again, broken sobs filling his chest.

Logan looked out the windows of the jet, seeing everything covered in water. Everything was gone, and everybody left behind. Stryker, his men, Jean, and Amaris.

He closed his eyes, an overwhelming sense of despair filling him. They’re gone. he choked out again, feeling as Scott collapsed into him. Both of the men fell into a misery filled embrace. One man losing his partner, the other losing his daughter. She… She’s gone. Logan repeated, tearing streaming down his face.

Get out. Get away. Outside.

The words echoed in her brain as she stumbled around, running as quickly as she could through the strange place. She could hear the sounds of birds beginning to fill the cavity of the hallway she had been running in. She ran toward it, finding a door left ajar. Pushing it open, her feet connected with snow. Fresh, undisturbed snow. The light front he sun had been harsh, making her close her eyes a few times in order to adjust to the light. She looked down at her hands, blood still dripping down as it stained the snow at her feet. The realization of what had happened to her hit her, the searing pain engulfed her body, the sharp metal claws that were in her hands. She brought her hands up, taking in a deep breath before screaming again, feeling the pain that came with the metal.

Higher ground. Find higher ground!

The woman ran around the corner, looking up through the tree lines. She pushed herself forward, grunting and huffing with each stride she took, running as quickly uphill as she possibly could. She needed to get away from whatever place she had been as quickly as possible.

As she ran, she passed by another figure. Unknown to her, she passed by one of her students, John, on his own little mission. She didn’t detect his presence, knowing her safety had been the only thing she had been worried about.

Nearly seven minutes passed, allowing her to get up high enough to see over the dam, see the secondary lake that filled the valley. She fell to her knees, looking down at the foreign objects protruding from her hands. They shook as tears streamed down her face, an animalistic cry escaping her as she folded over holding herself together. She had been scared, confused, and freezing. All of these things made her prey in a predator's world.

Snow softly gave way in front of her. She looked up, her dampened hair falling in her face as she saw a pack of animals slowly walking up to her. They were of about medium sized covered in various shades of brown fur with large paws. One of the animals had made its way up to the woman, sniffing the air around her. It turned to the others, making soft clicking sounds. The animals then approached her, circling her before laying down against the woman. The first one had nuzzled its head on her lap.

She couldn’t understand the animal, but Amaris had been certain she could easily figure out what had happened.

She had been taken in by a pack of wolverines. She wasn’t alone anymore.

It’s okay, Amaris. You’re safe.

The woman looked out as the dam broke, filling the valley below it as the water moved. She simply moved in tandem with the wolverines as they got up and started moving. They would certainly know the way. To find good shelter, food, and water. The woman stood up, retracting the claws back into her hands as she followed behind them, making her way to their next destination.

Three long, agonizing months had passed. The mansion had completed all of its repairs, though parts of it still didn’t feel right anymore. The courtyard behind the mansion featured a tombstone for Jean, a small light pyre constantly lit in her honor. Scott spent most of his days there, talking to her and grieving her loss. Storm picked up a lot of slack from the loss of Jean and the disappearance of Amaris. Luckily for her, Logan stuck to his word, sticking around after the attacks and everything had settled.

He never gave out hope that his daughter was still alive. It could feel it in his heart. He went back to Alkali several times, trying to find where she had disappeared to. Though as the season changed to spring and the snow melted away, he couldn’t continue to search areas he had already been to to find her.

Logan, you know that if there had been a change in activity, I would have told you already. Charles spoke as he moved his wheelchair toward the doors of Cerebro.

Logan placed his hands on his hips, nodding. Trust me, I know. But something feels different. He told the man.

Charles spun his chair away. Looking up at the man, he gestured his hand out. What do you mean by this?

Logan exhaled, bringing a hand up to hover over his chest, making a small circle motion around it. I don’t know. It’s… He ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking about his words. Last night, I could see her. She was injured and scared. She was bleeding, something we both know is against her mutation.

Charles sighed, looking up at Logan. I haven’t been able to pinpoint her location. If you saw her hurt, and it’s possible your minds are on some level connected, it’s possible her healing factor is protecting her mind and forgoing healing her body.

Logan narrowed one eye, looking down at Charles. Which would mean?

It means her mind has either tricked her or protected her by thinking she is not a mutant or a human. He watched as Logan’s face changed. If that logic holds any value, that means cerebro would be useless in finding her. She would essentially be thinking like-

An animal. Logan finished before rubbing one of his temples. He felt as if he had failed her, he didn’t protect her. He let her go during the attack instead of fighting alongside her or forcing her to escape with the children. He was seven minutes late arriving to find her to keep the experiment from happening to her. She hasn’t lived her life yet. She hasn’t done anything to deserve this!

Storm walked up behind him, rubbing a soothing circle on his back. It’s also possible that her mind could release that hold on her and we will be able to track her down and bring her home. she spoke.

Charles always saw Strom as the voice of reason. She had often kept the team on their toes, the students well informed, and keeping the school running. Exactly my thoughts. He then looked back at the man. Logan.You need to ask yourself what would you do if this experiment has altered Amaris in any way beside the physical aspects of it. She could come back to us as, mentally or emotionally, a different person.

Logan wrapped one arm around STorm’s shoulders, holding her close to him. I just want my daughter back. I want her home, safe.

Logan and Storm both turned around, allowing Charles to continue on with his tasks for the day. Logan, I know that she is resilient. She will bounce back from what happened back at the base.

The couple entered the elevator, moving up to the main floor. I don’t see how somebody can just bounce back from something like that. I can’t remember it happening to me, or how I acted. What she is, is all my fault.

Storm shook her head, wrapping her arms around him. Stop blaming yourself for the faults of humans.

Rain began to pour outside as children re-entered the mansion. Logan looked out the windows, feeling more despondent that day. I’m going back to bed.

Storm nodded. I’m going with you.

Logan and Storm both entered Storm’s room, Logan moving his things into her bedroom a month prior. He didn’t have much, just his backpack he came to the mansion with, some shirts and jeans, his journal, and the box of recovered items from the cabin he lived in. Logan had stripped down to his boxers as he laid on his back, his arms curling around Storm who decided to wear one of Logan’s shirts. She fell asleep easily, the sounds of her breathing filled the room as Logan stared up at the ceiling. He had nightmares about the wars he had been in over the last greater part of a century or so. He had nightmares about his testing at the hands of Stryker. The nightmares he had now were call backs to seeing Amaris covered in blood, scared, and without her humanity. It haunted him to know that there was so much he could have possibly done to help her, though he had been all too late.

He eventually closed his eyes, succumbing to the sleep that he escaped from for the last few days.

Later that evening, the rain continued on. A storm wreaked havoc on the area as lightning filled the skies and the thunderous roaring of thunder followed it.

Go home. Go home. Hurt.

A woman breathed heavily as she looked up, peering around a tree. A flash of lightning filled the area again, highlighting the sign of Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. She exhaled sharply, holding her sides, stumbling from side to side. Her hands pushed at the gates, opening them as she began to walk up the white driveway. She leaned against a brick wall as she looked up at the castle-like school. Her hair was tangled and matted, her scalp feeling tender. Her feet hurt as rocks pressed into the flesh. Her back felt as if it had been on fire. But she had to press on, because the voice in her head told her to move.

The woman made her way up to the front steps of the mansion. She fell to her knees, curling up in a fetal position, unable to bring herself to beat on the door.

Hurt she whispered to herself.

The team had been alerted to the presence of a person at the front door. Logan nearly sprung up out of the bed, running out into the hallway. Storm stirred, waking up and following him out. She watched as Logan missed stairs as he nearly lunged himself down toward the door. Hunny, be careful. she called to him.

Logan brandished his claws as he opened the door, ready for danger. He breathed heavily, looking around outside. When he didn’t notice anybody right away, his shoulders relaxed a little, dropping as he retracted his claws. It was then he heard the sound of a weak heartbeat and soft snoring. He dropped down to his knees as the rain began to soak him. He brushed the hair out of her face, seeing the many cuts on her face, how they were still bleeding.

Storm approached the door. She watched Logan before covering her mouth. She couldn’t believe it, Amaris turned up at the front door of the mansion.

The woman opened her eyes, looking up at the man as he looked down at her, tears filling his eyes. Her lips parted again, Hurt. she spoke weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Baby girl, he cooed her. He watched her wince and cry out in pain as he scooped her up in his arms. Her eyes shut again as she curled into him. He turned back into the mansion, heading toward the elevator. Storm closed the door, calling for the team. Logan entered the elevator, looking down at Amaris as he could hear little whimpering sounds coming from her. I’m so sorry. he whispered.

Once the door was open, he rushed her into the infirmary. Storm was quick to get her set up on several monitors to establish her vitals. Logan stood next to her side, looking over her injured body. His jaw tensed as he looked down at her hands, seeing the metal rivets fastened to her knuckles. He noticed there hadn’t been a single scratch or buff on them. It was barbaric to see such hardware in her hands. He couldn’t even imagine how it was placed.

What’s going- Scott entered the room, his jaw dropping as he approached. Oh my God.

Charles filtered in next, moving his chair to rest behind her head. He observed her injuries, how weathered her body had been. He placed both of his hands on her temples, leaning in and pressing his forehead to hers.

Charles connected to Amaris’ mind. He looked around, seeing the chamber room back at the base. Amaris was standing next to the table with the cage above and the water below. The smell of iron and metal filled the stale air in the room. Amaris?

The woman turned around, looking at him. Her appearance had been similar to how she looked now in the infirmary except she hadn’t been wounded. She looked shocked to see him. Professor? Is that you?

He laughed a little, giving her a nod. Where are we?

Amaris’s face turned somber as she looked around. Stryker’s base. This is where it ended.

What ended, Amaris?

She looked back at Charles, her lower lip quivering. The pain.

What’s the last thing you remember?

Amaris turned around to look at the table. Leaning against it as she drug a hand over it. The pain was so intense. My heart felt as if it was going to implode. Then my lungs filled with water.

Charles walked up to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. You’re mind is protecting itself from you. You must move past this memory.

She looked over at him, shaking her head. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to remember anything about this.

Charles sighed looking down at her. Listen to me, you are severely wounded. You need to move onto the next part so you can heal yourself and wake up.

Wake up?

I don’t know how you managed it, but you came back to the mansion. Charles explained. You’re in a coma.

Amaris felt a tear run down her face. How long has it been?

Three months. You’ve been missing for three months. She exhaled deeply, looking away from him. Now is not the time to mourn the lost time. You must fight now. You need to move onto the next memory, find a way to let your body heal. Logan needs you to heal.

Amaris looked back at Charles as he spoke her fathers name. He’s still at the mansion?

Oh, yes. Charles replied, a warm smile on his face. Come back to us. Heal.

Charles broke the connection, moving his chair back. He looked up at Logan, giving him a firm nod. She’s still in there. She’s just stuck.

Stuck where? Logan asked, rubbing his face, the whites of his eyes turning red.

Her mind stopped time, during her operation when she died. he responded. Her heart stopped at some point of the operation, and she’s scared to remember or get past what happened when she came back.

Logan looked over at the table as Storm addressed some of her injuries. Scott placed an oxygen mask on her face, aiding her breathing. Logan knelt down next to the table, pushing her hair out of her face. He whispered to her. Amaris, I need you to hear me. Listen up, and listen good. Whatever happened is something you can’t change now. Good or bad, you have to live with what happened. He looked over her face again as the others worked on her. Come back to me, Mar. You can’t get out of this family that easily. You get back here, fight whatever demons are plaguing you right now. Claw, bite, scratch your way back to the surface. Be better than me. You have to be better than me. You made it this far, sweet girl. You can make it through this.

Amaris no longer saw Charles, but she could hear her father’s voice. It echoed, bouncing off the walls. She nodded, listening to him. She was a fighter, as her mother told her to be. As her father was now instructing her to do. She wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Let’s do this. She whispered to herself. She jumped up a few times, getting blood pumping through her veins. She stopped, then flexing her tendons to expose her new claws, four adamantium claws. She strangely admired them, seeing herself in the reflection. Let’s fucking go.

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