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Takes place after Day Of Reckoning Part I and shoots from there.

This story is slightly AU, in the sense that Gambit was never an acolyte and Beast didn't get captured. And I'm changing everything after Day Of Reck. Part I pretty much.

Sooooo I'm breaking out another fic!! YAY!!! But this one might be just a little bit darker… And I'll attempt accents, but not on thoughts, because I'm under the impression that people don't think in accents. I'm scared of Remy's accent, though… whenever I get there.

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It was really bright.

And, God, her head hurt.

Rogue groggily raised herself off the floor, her hand on her head, and let out a moan.

She looked down at herself and saw that she still had her uniform on. Well, that was good.

She blearily looked at her surroundings.

Three white walls. A ceiling. A floor. And then a transparent wall of think glass with small holes drilled in a horizontal line.

She crawled over to the glass and pressed her face against it. Where am I? She remembered red eyes… fire… explosions… and… and gigantic robots?

Oh God…

And it all came rushing back. The fight. The strange green goop that made her immobile… Was she the only one?

"Hello?" She called to the glass.

"Rogue? Is that you?"

"Evan!?"

"Oh thank God. I thought I was the only one…"

"Yeah, me too… Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, you?"

"Ah'm just peachy." She grimaced, still rubbing her head and leaning against the glass wall. "Do you have any idea where we are?"

"Nope, sorry."

"Great."

They heard a low moan coming from somewhere.

"Hello?!"

"Rogue?"

"Blob?" She answered.

"Yeah… Where the hell are we?"

"We don't know."

"Yay." He responded sarcastically. There was silence. "Is it just us two?"

"No, I'm here." Evan spoke up.

"Oh." More silence. "Now what?"

"We wait, I guess. Someone's bound to come for us eventually." Said Evan's grim voice.

And so they did. For hours. And hours. And hours. Or, at least that's what it seemed like. Rogue used the time to observe her surroundings better.

Outside the glass wall was another room, this one very large. In the center was an operation table with shackles attached. The sight of it gave her the chills. She directed her attention somewhere else. There was a large pane of glass along the opposite wall near the ceiling, and observation station, she thought grimly. The wall to her right was lined with a long counter with many sinks and cabinets beyond cabinets above and below it. The left wall was covered with a long row of desks and computers. Where the opposite wall to her met the one to her left, there was an ominous steel-plated door. Suddenly, it swung open.

Immediately their sorry group was bombarded with loud curses and yelling, in a voice that she knew all too well.

"Logan!" She cried, immediately leaping to her feet and pressing herself against the glass. "Logan! We're here! Over here!"

And then they brought him through the door and she realized that he wasn't here to rescue them, but he had been captured as well. Her heart sunk.

It was taking four armed guards and a pair of adamantium shackles, but they had him under control. Him. The mighty, wild, Wolverine. It didn't look so good for the rest of them.

Two men in their green and black army armor held one of his wrists in a hand and black assault rifles in the other. A man lead the way in front with his rifle in two hands, and another brought up the rear, poking Logan in the back with the nozzle of his gun periodically.

Logan was clad in just a pair of skin-tight black boxer shorts, and if it were not for the situation, Rogue would've been embarrassed to see him.

They drug him forwards to the table and flung him onto it. Then, they secured the second pair of adamantium shackles over the first before removing them. Logan was growling.

"Kids! You gotta get out!" He shouted to them in his gruff voice.

"How?" Evan yelled.

"Logan!" Rogue shouted uselessly. The door swung open again, and this time, three men in white coats and surgical masks entered the room. Oh God…

"LOGAN!" She screamed again, this time in urgency. Blob's and Evan's voices joined hers when they realized what was going on.

Suddenly, the holes in the glass walls slid shut, somehow, and Rogue's screams reverberated in her cell. She could no longer hear anything else. She slammed her fist against the glass as the scientists neared Logan, pulling on their gloves as they went.

"Gawd Damnit!"

One pulled out a scalpel. It looked like Logan was roaring, but she couldn't hear anything.

A man in a coat stepped in front of her line of vision, and she was left staring horrified at his white-clothed back. He reached down his arm, and she slammed her fist hard against the glass. She felt it rattle a bit before her.

The man in white turned around slowly and fixed her with an amused glare. She snarled at him.

He turned again, and Rogue felt sick…

His back wasn't white anymore.

It was stained with blotches of red.


Rogue sat against the wall, her mouth agape and eyes wide.

They had dragged the bloody body of Logan behind The Door mere minutes ago. She couldn't even tell if he was healing, he was covered so completely in that dark red dye.

After about half an hour of her screaming unto deaf ears, she gave up and slumped against the back wall of her cell, watching the splotched back of the man in not-so-white. Occasionally, he moved and she caught a glimpse of bloody and torn skin.

Pretty soon after that they seemed to be finished. For now, at least. The scientists moved away, shook each other's bloody hands in congratulations, and left through The Door, tossing the red gloves into the trash can placed conviently near The Door. The armed men that had brought Logan in soon entered and dragged his body out. She didn't even know if he was still alive or not. She had seen Logan survive some pretty nasty things before, but this… It was different.

When she saw his body it was like nothing she'd ever seen before. He was just a mass of dark, dark red. His hair. His face. His body. She couldn't even tell if he was still wearing those boxers that he had earlier. He was completely limp as those soldiers pulled him out The Door.

It had now officially been a while since then, and Rogue still hadn't moved an inch. The holes in the glass had stayed sealed, and she wondered if they'd ever even open again. Nothing was certain anymore.

What would they do now?

If they did that to Logan, what were they going to do to her and Evan and Blob?

Why did they even do that to Logan? Were they just torturing him? Were they just bored?

…Was is an experiment?

A seeping feeling of horror and dread drenched her like a glass of icy cold water poured down her back. Were they experimenting on all of them? No doubt what they did to Logan could have been a test on his healing abilities…

Oh God…

She started trembling violently.

The Door swung open.


Yes, I'm evil.

Well, I thought about writing more, but decided "Naw, I'll just see what other people think of this story before I trouble myself any longer. Besides, HEROES (best show ever) is on in an hour!"

So I decided to be evil and end it where I felt was evil enough.

I REALLY WANT TO SEE IF PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN ME CONTINUING THIS OR NOT!!! I HAVE A BUNCH OF IDEAS, BUT I NEED TO SEE IF ANYONE WOULD READ THEM IF I POSTED THEM!!! AND if you guys decide that you want more, I promise to lengthen the chapters BY A LOT!

PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE OR NOT!!!

This will be ROMY eventually, so stick with me folks!

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And if I completely screwed this up, feel free to flame me.

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