Welcome to the Lab

[Sexyfrog]

(Continued from Break Before Breaking)

As Northstar had remained limp and unconscious when he'd been dragged through the holding cells, he remained limp and unconscious now. Not even twitching when lifted onto the medical table and being shackled down, the men ordered to do this felt a light bit of relief, knowing the hero would not wake up. Of course, the fear associated with being in charge of dealing with the lean hero was nowhere near as great as the fear exhibited by those in charge of Sabretooth or even Wolverine.

Not only was Northstar not typically anywhere near as violent as the other two, he didn't look as intimidating. Muscular though he was, he, unlike the others, did not resemble some sort of brute beast, his appearance resembling more of an elf than anything. Still, those that brought Jean-Paul here and secured those metal straps were far from unhappy with the fact that their task was done before the fingers twitched.

"Quoi..." the now awakening man murmured.

Slowly, Northstar became aware of his location and situation. First his mind registered the hard, uncomfortable table he was strapped to, and upon feeling this, his eyes snapped open and scanned the room. Where was this place? What was it? Whatever it was, they had Aurora around here somewhere being forced to do things against her will. Upon this thought's entrance into his head, Jean-Paul's fists clenched, jerking but being unable to pull free.

"What is this place?" he demanded of a nearby guard.

While he was wondering where his sister went, he first wanted to know what kind of treatment she received. It was, most likely, horrible he knew, nothing he'd want to hear about, but he had to know what they had done. He had to know what pain his sister endured. At least he now knew that her avoidance of him was not completely by choice, at least not by the end of their separation, but that was little comfort for it reminded him that she had been and still was a prisoner in this place.

Craning his neck to see the others who had been captured, Northstar noted that Wolverine was still not looking his best, which was certainly a concern. He did not care much about the condition Sabretooth was in, but as a teammate Northstar felt that it was his duty to help Wolverine if he was ever in need, although that was not something that happened terribly often. Wolverine was Wolverine, and the fact that he'd not been able to handle himself this time was downright shocking.

[XxWolverine]

Even though hardly being aware of his surroundings, the scents of the facility were tricking the dreams hording within Logan's mind, past memories flooding his thoughts with reoccurring flashbacks and instances that would only haunt him until the day he finally died. Anesthetic, metal, sanitizers and ammonia had all swelled together to once more trigger a memory in his sulking sleep, not even able to pay attention to a single scientist stepping over to him, wiping the blood away from his chest and arm after ripping away the shirt. With the scientist's fingers hardly easing around the wound, pain screamed from the injuries, but the unconscious Wolverine still sunk too deep in his dreams, already remembering the initial process of how he escaped in the first place…

"—out of control!"

"Weapon X has escaped!"

"We have an untenable situation here in Zone 3!"

"Where's the Prof—"

"—why isn't he down here—akkk!"

"Zone 3, respond if you can!"

SKAK!

"Zone 3 is totally compromised!"

"Get some wranglers down there!"

"Wranglers? What we need are heavy weapons teams and sappers!"

"We have an infrared sensor alarm in the crawl-space—section 17!"

"Movement?"

"…running amok you might say."

"Definitely heading toward the Prof's quarters!"

"The Professor is locked up in there and he's not answering!"

"Clearing the dead wood as you put it."

"Serves that bald-headed son-of-a—"

KRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGH!

"YAAAARGH! AAAAH HELP MEEEE!"

"Move it!"

"Zone 3 and C-Block!"

"NONONONONONO!!!"

"Weapon X is in there with the Prof!"

"Door's locked! Bring up the engineer!"

"C-4 and Primacord on the hinges! Go! Go!"

"Hey! Chill out!"

Logan's eyes snapped open, adrenaline pumping through his veins with the voices pounding through his brain reliving the moment where the Professor was within his grasps, screaming and pleading to be let free. The blood of the old man was more than warranted, feeling the flesh of the soldiers slicing against his claws, wanting revenge on the one who made him the way he had become as the military men served only as tissue lined walls. Jerking against the constraints across his wrist, claws snapped from the skin on the back of his hand, piercing the table as the scientist jumped back with a set of rifles pointed at the growling Logan. He was caged down like an animal, unable to move… unable to snap the necks of these pathetic ingrates.

"GET-ME-OUT-NOW!"

He could feel the shackles on his legs loosen, jerking heavier than before as eyes snapped to the scientist with a small bowl in his hand. Logan could smell his own blood on the worker's hands, noticing the amount of red clinging to the worker's rubber gloves as two bullets collided with each other within the container. Snapping his head, hateful eyes gazed toward the others in the room, Northstar the only one purely visible, but Sabretooth's scent more than prominent. Somehow, within his sleep, the scientist had purged the nannites from his blood stream, effectively placing Logan's healing factor back in place as the bullet holes were fully sealed without a scar in place. But where was she? Where in the hell was she?!

"Put in the liquid! Now!"

Pain sped through his left bicep, Wolverine jerking his attention toward the soldier who placed in the needle, sharply clenching his teeth together while trying to intimidate the individual. A quick burning sensation ran through the muscle, spreading across his arm as his limb suddenly felt as heavy as lead, falling lifelessly on the metallic table. Still trying to gain freedom from the rest of his body with feeling, the paralyzing substance began to spread across his form, still looking around for Storm, wanting to know where everyone was from the battle within Little Italy. Logan knew these uniforms, far too well knew these scents, and feared where exactly they took Ororo. Every single one of them were perverted, having their way with women whenever they had a chance.

"YAAAAARGH!"

Life was finally coming back to his left side, noticing a soldier suddenly placing something around his neck, Logan snapping his jaw as the man flinched, only to finally hear the click that put the collar in place. Screaming out in pain once more, electricity flowed through his body, causing his already tense form to jerk madly underneath the voltage, the new Director's voice ringing throughout the room within the intercom system.

"If you wish to remain alive, you three, I'd advise all of you to settle down. None of you can live with your heads ceasing to exist."

With the shocking tremor stopping, Wolverine had exhausted his already faint energy, panting at the table, too deeply concerned with the fact he couldn't get Northstar, Storm and himself free if he died already. But with the shock came a sudden sense of relief. The beast that pounded within his mind every moment had suddenly gone silent, nearly… not there. Reveling in the idea, Logan remained motionless, smelling a soldier's head slowly lean over his own features making sure Logan's collar was put in place tight enough, only for Wolverine to snap his head upwards, skull crunching the man's face as a gasp echoed out of the room.

"Don't you touch ANY of them!" Wolverine finally spat.

[Fuxxy Elf]

Pulsing pounding pain surrounded Victor’s skull, pressure pushing into his mind keeping his vision unfocused and his ears ringing with the sound of a thousand little bells. His eyelids squeezed shut as his optical nerves screamed in agony from the bright light above; the blessed darkness was interrupted though, by small flashes of pink and purple light shining on the back of his eyelids. Last time he had felt like this the cause had been a lot more fun, a small Mexican by the name of Don Marco de Jean had fed him a “special” chilli made with some rare, extremely hot peppers and then he’d washed it down with about three bottles of tequila. The next morning his innards had been on fire and his head had felt like it had just been thrown against a brick wall by Sasquatch. He could actually compare headaches now that his head had hit a brick wall after being thrown by Sasquatch, and unfortunately this one was worse.

He groaned and reached up to massage his forehead. After a couple of seconds, he realised that no relief came and his brain told him that his arm hadn’t actually moved anywhere. Struggling to open one eyelid, he sat up and….

He groaned again, “Why can’t I move any-damned-thing?”

Looking around he realised he wasn’t lying on a sidewalk like he had originally assumed. As his eye grew accustomed to the harsh light, a laboratory of some kind came into focus; at least from the amount of men in white coats that were scattered about he assumed it was a laboratory. But it could have so easily been a prison from the sight of all the armoured guards that were stood around as well. Stretching his neck as far as he could he saw two other figures lying on metallic tables similar to his own he assumed. Northstar was just coming too groggily, but Wolverine was in full on beserker mode trying to break free of his shackles and yelling and snarling everywhere. A couple of the white coats were stood over him doing…something to him; when suddenly he screamed like a banshee and his body fell limp.

Sabretooth breathed steadily, he could feel his own blood start to boil but he wanted to see what exactly these cretins were capable of before he attempted anything in the way of violence. Logan was still alive, Creed’s hearing picked out his dull, heavy breathing. A menacing voice suddenly pierced it’s way onto Creed’s head, "If you wish to remain alive, you three, I'd advise all of you to settle down. None of you can live with your heads ceasing to exist."

Creed laid back and tried to remain calm. The scents…the sounds…the whole experience was far too familiar. Logan obviously had other ideas though, “Don't you touch ANY of them!" he hollered.

Victor chuckled, “Thanks for the concern, Logan.” he muttered. Looking up at the ceiling he addressed the disembodied voice, “Actually you’d be surprised the amount of appendages I’ve re-grown over the years, and I’ve always wanted to test my head. So if you don’t mind…” he flexed his muscles, although still tired they had enough power in them to pile pressure on the shackles, his face contorted with concentration and he bared his sharp teeth in a snarl, “…I’d like to see if any of you would live to see your own SPINE!!!!!”

[Sexyfrog]

Jean-Paul never got an answer to his question; his confusion did not concern the men in the white coats or the guards. While he pulled at his shackles a bit, wanting to get free, the jerks weren't near as violent nor arms as strong as those of Wolverine. The longer he was awake, the more concern he seemed to show for his condition and situation. Where was Aurora? For that matter, where was Storm?

He wasn't as concerned about the latter, despite his earlier accusations he knew she was a strong woman, probably, he hoped, capable of surviving the fight and returning to the X-Men to get back up. Would she really run away with a fight like this left unfought? No, that did seem a little odd, which seemed to imply that they had to have done something to her. Maybe girls went to a different wing or something. Northstar may not have been Storm's greatest fan, but he did hope she was all right.

For now, there was the more pressing concern of his more delicate sister. She may have been a hero herself, perfectly capable of fighting many a powerful villain, as well as easily taking down her brother even if that was in part because he could not hit her, but he believed that beneath that power was a delicate interior that would not be nurtured by a place such as this.

He heard Wolverine yelling a bit, even in his sleep he'd seemed more than a little unsettled by this situation, but who could blame him? This place seemed remarkably similar to Weapon X, and God forbid, perhaps it actually was that wretched place. It was a relief to see that the man was now awake, however, and twisting his neck once more to see, he found that Wolverine had healed now. It appeared the man would be fine, which was one less thing to worry about.

"Where's--" his inquiry, starting in a furious tone to let them know that this question, unlike the last, could not be ignored, ended in a startled cry.

They injected...something in him that numbed him. There was some concern at first that this was something that would do more than simply keep him still, but when he found that the chemicals did nothing more once spreading through his body, he felt a bit relieved. Of course, this wasn't quite as necessary as it was with the ferals, but it never hurt to be too careful. Soon a metal collar was secured on the silver haired mutant as well. It took a bit longer for the results of the substance to wear off, but it did happen fairly quickly even though Northstar's metabolism wasn't at it's fastest.

"If you wish to remain alive, you three, I'd advise all of you to settle down. None of you can live with your heads ceasing to exist."

"Where's Aurora?" he asked, as soon as he was able to.

Anger seeped through his voice, but was limited by a nearly visible effort to keep calm. If he seemed too angry or violent, there was the risk that he'd lose his head, something that would make any attempt to rescue his sister quite impossible. Still, he wanted...no needed to know where she was, what they'd done to her, and as much as it would horrify him to discover, how much she'd suffered since her arrival.

Hearing Wolverine's violent outburst, Jean-Paul once looked over, hoping and praying that this wouldn't be too far from settled down for his friend to keep his head. Fortunately, he saw no resulting beheading, and as he assumed the collars would be the things to do it, going this long with his head ensured that the feral would probably be allowed to keep it for a bit longer. Northstar felt a very slight victory knowing that there was a degree that these people could be hurt before they'd decide to kill them, even if he was not prepared to test those limits.

“Thanks for the concern, Logan.”

"I doubt it was for you."

For some reason, despite the fact that Logan did say 'any of them', he suspected the man meant his teammates. Oh, he was a member of the X-Men and wasn't supposed to simply allow enemies to die, but if there was anyone who didn't concern himself terribly much with that rule, it was Wolverine. Due to this, Jean-Paul suspected that he, Storm, and perhaps Aurora now that she'd been mentioned revealing that she was here were truly the ones Wolverine was concerned about.

Listening to Sabretooth's speech, he did begin to suspect that at least one mutant would not be leaving this room alive. If that little fit of fury would not lead them to eliminate the cat like feral, Jean-Paul doubted anything they said could. Fortunately the one who could not even make the slightest attempt at controlling his rage was not someone he cared terribly much about. While the speedster was not the type to allow anyone to die, due to his current situation he was quite unable to aid his enemy, and possibly did not regret that as much as he should.

"What have you done with my sister?" he asked, now with an increased intensity, knowing that there was more leeway than he previously thought.

[XxWolverine]

"Thanks for your concern, Logan"

"I doubt it was for you."

Even with blood running down his face thanks to the man's nose splintering with the force of his skull, Logan still managed to think a single word toward Sabretooth. Asshole.

"Actually you'd be surprised the amount of appendages I've re-grown over the years, and I've always wanted to test my head. So if you don't mind…" Still snarling toward any soldier that poked their gun against his ribcage, Wolverine jerked again against his constraints, rather darkly amused how everyone flinched. "…I'd like to see if any of you would live to see your own SPINE!!!!!"

"Come now, Mister Creed. We could very well test that out."

Again hearing the voice of the man over the intercom, the sudden smell of burning flesh began to swiftly swell within the room, the stench becoming nearly unbearable with Wolverine's enhanced smell in play. Beginning to cough, he had no idea what the hell was going on, but the Director had rather deliberately heated up Sabretooth's collar to a pain-staking amount. Click! Twisting his head toward his arm, the shackle on his wrist had suddenly popped open, the soldier with the rifle butting against his side immediately tensing, only to watch his hands fall to the ground thanks to a swipe with Wolverine's claws. Click! Logan lifted up his entire upper body with his other wrist free, unable to move his legs, but immediately grasped the gun as the soldier began to scream, lifting up the artillery to eye level. Click! Click! Both legs were now free, gun shots blaring from his own gun, only to have bullets riddle into his own body, causing him to fall off the opposite end of the table in a bloody heap.

Oxygen scant, feeling the cool metallic surface of the floor below him, more clicks surrounded his ears as Northstar's shackles unlatched with his collar now in place, a faint sense of strength forming back in Wolverine's own limbs. Several pings echoed against the floor, bullets glistening with Logan's crimson fluid as they clanked against the ground after being popped out of his body, wounds healing with the Canadian trying to lift his frame back up, arms tense, managing to lift into a sitting position. Groaning, the same soldiers managed to form around him once more, smelling the fear radiating from every individual with the scent of burning flesh now no more. "What'd you do…" Pain erupting from his forehead, Logan again groaned, lifting up his hand to his brow, feeling his veins pulse from underneath his skin. "…what'd you do with her?"

Receiving not an answer and still disoriented from the amount of electricity vaulted into his system beforehand, Wolverine lifted himself up to his feet, using his earlier table as support, shaking his head to regain his bearings. Not realizing Northstar had interrogated the voice as well, Logan sneered with displeasure, rolling his head as several pops sprung from his neck. There was a new scent mixed in with the fear, Wolverine slowly turning his eyes toward a soldier in particular while lowering his vision toward the man's feet. A puddle of urine was beginning to form at the base of the man's boots, a quick hmph breaking the silence from Wolverine's throat, all too well knowing he had efficiently been placed in a position where he couldn't do jack-shit at all. Every turn he'd make, something would counter every antic. Twice he had been stopped, and twice was going to be the last count. Until he was ready for lucky number three, he was just going to have to play nice, appeasing authority to make sure he knew where Storm was at first.

"If you killed her," he grunted a final time, "I'm killing you."

[Fuxxy Elf]

Sabretooth strained against the manacles keeping his heaving frame fixed to the medical bed, his deep rumbling growls were just outward signs of his deep resentment and anger at being treated like this. He barely heard Northstar mutter in his direction under the noise he was making, the snotty opinions of X geeks were the last thing he wanted to hear right now anyway. This week really was going from bad to worse, if his sense of humour hadn’t been cut off the minute the collar had been placed his neck then he might have found himself laughing at the absurdity of the situation. However the disembodied voice answered his rants and gained his full attention, he did his best to sit up and look around to see where the voice was coming from.

"Come now, Mister Creed. We could very well test that out."

Sabretooth’s whole body stiffened, his muscles flexed and released painfully. It was like muscle cramps gripping his whole body at the same time. His breathing became laboured and forced, forcing himself to take a deep breath he gasped out stale air. His nostrils caught the faint scent of charcoaled steak, for a second his slightly deteriorated psyche suddenly pictured a plate of rare steak sat in front of him and he started to salivate from his muzzle. The nerves in his neck suddenly and painfully announced that they were ones that were being charcoaled. Creed screamed as the burning on his neck became unbearable, inflicting pain was his business not receiving it, he thought bizarrely.

Heat blisters appeared around the collar, growing and multiplying on his skin red and bulbous. His mind lost focus and he swam in and out of consciousness. Gritting his teeth was a natural reaction to the pain but upon tasting the bitter copper flavour of blood he realised he had bitten his tongue. Luckily, his jaw spasmed and freed his tongue from the grip of his razor sharp teeth before he ripped straight through it. Sensing movement around him, he tried to focus on red blurs, it certainly looked like Logan had escaped but Victor couldn’t be sure it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him making him see hopeful miracles while his body died slowly and painfully.

“Logan!!” he croaked barely audibly, “Help….urggh!!” The burning on his neck reached new heights of pain, he tried to reach the collar with his left hand, pulling hard and fast in the manacles. Pain in his neck outranked anything else and he ignored the ripping of his flesh on his wrist and the intense bleeding it caused, he could cope with anything to stop the burning, they were obviously keen on carrying out their threat of cutting his head off, probably by burning all the way through his neck. Sabretooth lay back down and coughed deep red blood like a sufferer of consumption, taking light raggedy breaths he opened his eyes and just saw more red blur. He groaned slightly and then muttered four words that were the most unlikely words ever to come out of Victor Creed’s mouth.

“Okay…I…give…up!” He closed his eyes again and wished the pain away.

[Sexyfrog]

Sabretooth was a fool, an idiot, and now he was being shocked with an incredible amount of electricity. As much as Northstar despised the cat-like feral, he could not stand the smell and the knowledge of what was happening. Even though the scent was far fainter to him than it would be to the other two mutants in the room, the knowledge of the pain he was experience was sickening. He wondered, had this ever happened to his sister? She was not the type to be willing to go along with a cruel man like their captor, although she would never be as violent or brutal in her retaliation as Sabretooth. Was she forced to suffer the pain he could tell the feral was going through?

Northstar's thoughts were inturrupted with the sound of gunshots. What was going on now? He craned his neck to see, but soon found doing so unnecessary, since his shackles came undone, allowing to him to sit up and look over with far greater ease. At that moment, he really wished his ability to look over had not been increased. It could have been worse, it could have been someone he knew, but even being a complete stranger, the sight of the body was certainly unappealing.

What was even less appealing, however, was the sight of these men shooting his ally. He knew Wolverine could handle himself, most likely, but that didn't mean Northstar was about to stand by and let them do as they pleased with him. They began to surround his injured form, and although Wolverine would quickly heal from his injuries now and those that would be delt him, Jean-Paul didn't feel like sitting back and watching.

Then he heard it, the wretched sound of Sabretooth's voice actually pleading for help. When he heard that sound, Jean-Paul looked over, aghast. How horrible were these shocks that they'd lead a savage beast like him to sound so weak? What agony were they all doomed to endure, and how much pain had Aurora faced when learning that she lost all freedom? He knew his sister to be strong willed, but more sensible than Sabretooth, had she been able to dodge those shocks, or had she fought despite the pain for her freedom? He hoped it was the former, Northstar could not stand to think she'd been tortured by someone he could not even touch, much less beat to a bloody pulp.

However, his attention was brought back to Wolverine and the guards when he heard his ally's voice. The concern for his fellow X-Man's current situation decreased momentarily after Logan asked them what they did with her, the fear caused by hearing the angry voice leading one of the guards to pee on themselves. That was simply pitiful, here they were, captured and collared by an unknown man, to be forced to fight and unable to disobey if they did not wish to be shocked with such force that it could make Sabretooth plead for help.

These guards were frightened, even though Wolverine clearly was not in a state to do whatever he wished to them, but then, there was that bloody body on the ground. While the other guards turned on him at that point, the voice over the intercom said nothing, it seemed to do nothing, signs that he was shocked (if he was even shocked at all, which Northstar doubted) were far less than he'd seen before. Of course, a beast that would do the things that this man was doing could not be expected to feel pity or remorse for his underlings.

"Well, it's interesting to know that whoever it is who controls these collars does not care much whether we kill those who work for him, as long as it is clear we will not escape."

Jean-Paul didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, it was fortunate that Wolverine would not be tortured or killed for his outburst of rage, and it showed that they had more freedom to have such outbursts than he originally thought. On the other, it showed a distinct lack of compassion from their captor.

While Jean-Paul knew from the moment he realized that Aurora was being forced to fight him that whoever was behind this was nothing more than a brutal beast, realizing that he had no ability to feel pity even for his own employees who willingly served him was not a very promising thing. After all, those who were forced to serve him against their will probably seemed like so much less to this man, and meant that they all were to face fates that would be even further from what could be considered humane treatment than previously thought. As if though to darken his already dim train of thought, the ferals in the room, the strong, powerful ferals, both gave in in their own ways.

“Okay…I…give…up!”

"If you killed her,""I'm killing you."

While the latter was a threat, there was something in Wolverine's tone that made Jean-Paul think of defeat more than anger. He wasn't sure if the man was talking about Aurora or Storm, seeing as there was no reason to think they'd kill Aurora, but she had been brought up, although Storm was missing as well.

"I doubt we will find out what has happened to Storm, unless she's simply in another room. Whoever's running this thing doesn't seem to like answering our questions, after all, and even if he did I would not trust him to answer them honestly. As for Aurora, I doubt they'd kill her, they apparently already have her under their control."

[XxWolverine]

"Logan!!" Glaring at the guards with guns still pointed in his direction, Logan turned his head toward the withering Sabretooth, face expressionless at the man's apparent torture. "Help… .urrgh!!" For how many times Victor had made his life miserable, killing Silver Fox, messing up his life, the constant blood battle Creed insisted on making since he could never understand how Wolverine was made "superior" to him, not an ounce of pity rolled within Logan, simply letting the pain infuse deeper into Sabretooth without a care in the world. Shit, Wolverine simply hoped the man would finally die.

"Well it's interesting to know that whoever it is who controls these collars does not care much whether we kill those who work for him, as long as it is clear we will not escape."

Logan actually managed a smirk at Northstar's comment, turning his attention back onto the soldiers, sadistically staring at the lot of them. "I've already done it once, JP, and not a single soul was left livin'." Growling over Victor's relentless pain, Wolverine's face lowered with his irises barely seen below his brow, enhancing his savage features to a rather creepy, fear inducing amount. "Can't wait to do it again." He wasn't sure what it was that was calling him to behead every single man in this room. A savage instinct, the need for revenge or simply wanting to see heads roll, knowing he was the man who did it. Sniff. Soldier number two, the one closest to Logan, had worn cologne nearly twenty days ago, deodorant still lounging around his form, a subtle sense of perfume whispering with the supposed manly scent. Nearly two weeks ago, the man ate spaghetti with an overwhelming amount of garlic, a scent of sage drifting from the smells as other food enticing flavors made their way to his nose.

"Okay…I…give…up!"

"Damnit Creed! Did you have to yell it out?" Flinching from Sabretooth's over extension of vocals, several heartbeats began gushing into his ears, the arrhythmic beats coming from every single person in the room. Soldier number five had a clogged artery, fear mingling with the sound, his heart over-beating compared to the rest. A single claw popping from Logan's hand was all that it would take to send the soldier to death, already raising his fist in front of his face, middle blade slowly piercing skin with the metal claw leisurely coming to full length, Logan himself nearly sickened with the horrible sound of flesh ripping echoing in his ears. Already the man's face was turning pale, beads of sweat forming on his brow, Wolverine watching with his intense gaze.

"RAWWR!"

The man's heart stopped, a single beat uttering from the silence, then stopping again. With the man clutching his chest, Wolverine's claw slid back into his forearm, four clicking sounds causing Logan to flinch once more with Sabretooth let free, something in the background seemingly echoing his own roar. Grumbling with the soldier collapsing, heart-attack in full swing, Logan was more displeased with Sabretooth living as the heat around the collar ceased, torturing the feline no more. Hmph, he'd just have to kill Victor himself, sooner than later.

"I doubt we will find out what has happened to Storm, unless she's simply in another room. Whoever's running this thing doesn't seem to like answering our questions, after all, and even if he did I would not trust him to answer them honestly. As for Aurora, I doubt they'd kill her, they apparently already have her under their control."

No reply from Logan.

Already a piercing static sounded through the room in Logan's ears before the Director snapped a single word through the intercom. "Now." Two enormous blasts came from two of the soldiers, one bullet screaming toward Sabretooth with the other plowing into Logan's arm. Pain seared from the wound, an enormous amount of flesh and muscle flying behind him with his metallic bone glistening from the amount of blood across his bicep. Immediately placing his hand across the wound to stop the blood, the amount of pain that had been sent to his brain had seemingly stopped, glaring at the soldier who shot the bullet toward him, lifting his hand off to only witness the last remaining layer of skin healing over the wound. He had healed at an incredibly fast rate, nose picking up the now obtrusive scent of fear from the soldiers, all heartbeats ringing faster and faster.

Unknown to the three, the collars placed around Wolverine, Sabretooth and Northstar were infused with the new Sentinel technology they had "liberated" from Saint Anna. Each collar had enhanced their powers, essentially making them the most perfect killing machines in Weapon X custody. Already the testing, in the Director's eyes, was proving quite interesting.

With Logan turning around, ignoring the soldiers, blue eyes glanced toward Northstar once more, troubled with what the hell was going on, but keeping the intimidation to himself. The less ammunition he gave to the Weapon X pricks, the better. Stepping out of the room, leaving the other two to be, Logan was ready to give Weapon X one hell of a fight, once he realized who else was here and how to take these damn collars off.

tbc: Wolverine - Cells

[Fuxxy Elf]

The pungent aroma of charred flesh messed with Victor’s senses, he tried to gauge what was going on from his limited viewpoint but everything remained unclear. His vision was still blurred, his sense of smell muggy at best. Only his hearing was working at some capacity even if that was below normal due to the loud echoing thump of his pulse. He vaguely heard Logan shout at him, but couldn’t make out clearly what he said. The pain of the burning started to diminish, obviously his torturers had heard his plea for mercy. A desperate plea that was probably the cause of Logan’s shouting, under better circumstances he was sure that Logan would have a damn good chuckle after hearing Victor give up. In fact he regretted it already as the pain faded, he felt like slapping himself over the head for such cowardice.

Which is exactly what he did.

“OWww!!” He groaned as he realised his hand had collided with his forehead, then with a second thought he realised that his hand must be free. Stretching his muscles he found his tired legs and other arm also moved. He had been set free at last.

The obvious answer had to be that Logan had managed to get them free as well. These people had been torturing him, they wouldn’t set him free as soon as he had given up. Not if they wanted to keep their larynxes where they were. He sat up and immediately heard the gunfire go off. Instinct rolled him away from the noise and off the medical bed, but not before a bullet had ripped through the flesh of his back, just below the shoulder blade.

He fell to the floor and winced, kneeling down he gingerly moved his hand to the wound. He was surprised to find the wound already healing up, the bullet worked it’s way out of the wound and fell into his palm. That was quick, he thought, even for me.

He took a deep breath, no smell of charring. The burns had healed too. And his muscles? No longer as tired. In fact in less than a minute, he felt on top of his game. He could have just woken up from a twelve hour sleep, fully refreshed. Slowly a wicked sneer spread across his face.

“Oh, Mr Torturer sir. You have no idea what you have done.” He muttered. The only warning for the guards was a huge roar before the medical bed came spinning towards them. Ducking out of the way they barely saw Sabretooth charge out of the room behind Wolverine. Creed stood in the corridor and sniffed.

“Logan?” sniff sniff, “aah, there you are.” Victor turned to the left and was about to run when…sniff sniff… “Sasquatch!! Oh yes, I owe you a wall!!” He span round and charged down the corridor heading for the Mess Hall with murder on his mind.

tbc - Mess Hall - Cleansing the mind...with food

[Sexyfrog]

Logan, at least, seemed confident that they would escape, certain that every last one of these guards would die in the process. Not the way he liked to do things, or have them done, but the way Wolverine liked to, and there was really no way he could stop the feral. Of course, it wasn't exactly like the last time the feral was in a situation like this, Weapon X didn't give the man a collar to wear while metal was implanted into his bones, and this wasn't Weapon X. The guards and security measures were different, and unfortunately there was the chance that they may be better.

At least, he hoped it wasn't Weapon X, while he knew that whatever this place was, it certainly was a land of horrors, for some reason it being Weapon X made it seem worse. He didn't know much about the place where Logan acquired his adamantium, only vague tales and rumors, but that was enough to make the man apprehensive. No, that was ridiculous, what were the chances that this was a lab from that nightmarish location?

"Wol-"

He'd been about to ask his friend if this was Weapon X, hoping to put his fears to rest, when he heard Wolverine's growl, making it quite evident that the man was not in a mood to do anything other than kill. In a blur of speed, Northstar raced toward another guard, punching him, although carefully pulling it so that the incredible speed would not kill him. Jean-Paul was not like Wolverine, he was not a killer and would rather spare the lives of these men, brutal guards or not, in the process of ensuring that they would not shoot Wolverine any more times than they already had.

Then there was a voice, a single word, and then two shots. Once again, a bullet pierced the flesh of his friend and ally. Instead of going on a rampage, killing all who were involved with this place, Wolverine glanced back at him and headed out. Sabretooth, however, was still free.

Knowing how trigger happy these men seemed to be and how much more painful their fates would be if they did cause the cat like man any pain, the silver haired Canadian darted over, delivering a few punches that would have seemed incredibly quick to most, but not to Jean-Paul. To him, they were slowed down, but still were easily fast enough to knock these guards out. He was not in a mood for death, after all, and if they lay limp on the ground, Sabretooth was less likely to feel the need to kill them.

“Sasquatch!! Oh yes, I owe you a wall!!”

Well, it seemed the man's plans were not to kill these guards, after all, Jean-Paul thought, rolling his eyes. It was fortunate that he did not end up with a mutation like that, walking around behaving like little more than an animal. At least the only one he wished to harm currently could probably beat him into submission again with fairly little trouble.

Perhaps punching the guards unconscious had been a little rash to ensure their safety. Still, it felt good to punch someone, knowing his complete helplessness to do anything about the situation he, Logan and Aurora were in, Storm as well possibly although he'd seen no sign of her since he'd arrived. This lack of certainty as to what happened to her only added to the tension that was released through the force of his punches. There was one thing he could do, however, he could find his sister, see how she was handling this, and do what he could to ensure that she would be all right. In a blur, he raced out of the room, beginning his search for his beloved sister.

((TBC: Cells))