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A/N: This is a very dark chapter you have been warned
Everything passes away - suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will still remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes towards the stars? Why? ~ Mikhail Bulgakov, from The White Guard
Rogue awoke to a pair of ice blue eyes staring at her, as his hand crawled over her bruised body, grinning as she shuttered under his robotic touch.
“Nice to see you are awake.” After a few moments of groping and pinching “Good I want you to watch”.
Turing her head and trying desperately not to crumble in front of him, to try and hold it in until she was alone, and able to wash away the guilt with her tears. Willing her mind to go somewhere else anywhere else. Magneto and Sabertooth came to the front and tried their best to shield her from the things that were being done to her body. As the strong arms of Wolverine held her inside her mind, gently purring to her and offering comfort.
“oh come now, you now how much I like it when you look at me” she was sure that everyone in this hell hole could hear his evil chuckling. “Play nice now, or I’ll have to be rough and we both know you don’t want that, do you?” Rogue panicked, did he know that she was pregnant? “oh yes I’ve know from the first day they brought you in here, don’t worry they don’t have a clue. However, you should know that the hormones and experimental chemicals they injected you with yesterday will probably produce a miscarriage shortly.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, no longer able to keep them in. The one thing that kept her going, the only reason she hadn’t fought back or tried to end her own miserable life was so that her baby might have a chance. “You didn’t really think that there was ever a chance did you? did you think that they would let your kind reproduce. We are so close to exterminating you and all those like you. You should be very proud of yourself, you are going to help us. Just a few more procedures and we can get rid of you filthy animals in one shot, literally.”
“You are the key. We’ve isolated and almost mapped your particular mutation and will soon be able to mass produce a sort of serum that will work similar to your mutation. When you touch people skin to skin you suck the life out of them, and for longer periods you suck them dry. Our theory is to produce a serum much like your mutation, and introduce it in to other mutants it will suck them from the inside out. Similar to mummifying only at a much more rapid pace, and much more painful as the subject will be alive almost to end as this happens. We are very close, we have a few prototypes that we are testing out on your friend.” Seeing her horrified face he added “don’t worry by the time it hit’s the mutant population you’ll be dead.”
With that Dr. Claw left her strapped down to a bed. Pumped full of drugs, in tears, and bleeding from his ministrations to her body.
The man was a monster. It had all been for nothing. She could barely remember her name, a few nicer memories of her and Logan, and a few of Victor. Almost everything else was gone. Sabertooth was probably dead. She felt violated all over again. This time she didn’t even try to hold back the sobs. She cried for Sabertooth, for Logan, for herself, and for her baby. The baby that she would never get to hold, the baby who would never open it’s eyes for the first time, the baby that would never take it’s first breath.
Some time later a guard came helping her dress in those dreadful hospital gowns, to take her back to her cell. Grabbing her by the arm he began dragging her back. As he picked her up she started to feel a dull ache in her lower back, the closer she got to her cell the more painful it became. Then pain gripped her womb like claws, the pain was too much and she began to stumble. The guard made the mistake of getting to close to her, and her hand grazed the skin on his neck, he went down in less than a second.
Despite the pain that was gripping her abdomen, Rogue knew that this was her last and only chance to get away. Trying to focus she put to use the years of meditation that had helped her in the past, to use the memories she had absorbed from the guard. She knew where Victor was and needed to get to him, and get the hell of out there. They were keeping him on the other side of the compound under heavy sedation. Just great how the hell was she supposed to make a quick getaway with a sleepy Sabertooth.
Grabbing the pass card from the guard she started to make her way through the halls to the other side, when pain ripped through her back, gritting her teeth she tried to keep going, stumbling along the way. She slipped and fell, taking her hand between her legs she brought her fingers into her line of vision only to see it covered in blood. Closing her eyes as the tears fell, taking deep breaths she tried desperately to get back up and keep going. She needed to get away, even if she died because of the crap they had pumped into her, she didn’t want them to see her die, never that, she couldn’t, wouldn’t give Dr. Claw the satisfaction.
Beware how you take away hope from another human being. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes