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A Place in this World
A rude bump on the head roused her from her drugged stupor;
it took quite a while before she realised that she was inside
a vehicle, and they were on the move. Pain rode up her right
leg as feeling came back into her limbs and she whimpered
softly, attracting unwanted attention from her captors.
"She's up, wanna put her out again?"
"No need, we're almost there. Just round the corner.
It'll take her another hour before she can move normal anyway."
Sabine's eyes rolled around in their sockets, unable to focus
for too long on anything. They stopped with a jarring movement,
and the two men grasped her arms roughly, hauling her out
of the van. No heed was paid to her injuries, causing tears
to well up in her eyes at the searing discomfort.
The path down the corridor seemed to last forever. She managed
to note the presence of multiple cells, and a quiet panic
seized her, but she was unable to express it; the tranquilliser
still in her system. At last the men stopped, and she heard
the hissing of hydraulic doors opening. She opened her mouth
to protest but her throat was too parched, and no sound surfaced.
Her captors gave her one last look, then, with a hard pitch,
hurled her into a room with no windows.
Henry McCoy shook his head wearily. Gambit emptied his last
cigarette from its box and lit up, dragging long and hard
"Dey couldn' have disappeared," he pointed out
and looked up as Jean Grey hurried into the room.
She tossed a print-out onto the table and spoke. "I
managed to get a look at the guy in the front seat of the
The others gathered round and examined the print-out, focusing
their attention on the picture ID.
Poor Randolph Gedrick.
Her only friend of sorts. He brought her books and remembered
her birthdays. He had little conversations with her, though
short, but always a small comfort and welcomed.
She sat huddled in the tiny square of light- the only light
in that windowless cell- and scraped at the dried blood that
had crusted along the side of her face, tears flowing down
her cheeks silently, painting clean tracks amidst the grime
on her skin. Her hands trembled as she rubbed her fingers
together, turning the blood crusts into carmine dust.
Then she wondered what became of Randolph's body. Did the
men in black get rid of it, or did the X-men put him to rest?
Or was he still lying there, fresh snowfall covering his stiff
body, where he would remain hidden, unknown, spirit lingering
restlessly until spring arrived and the ice melted, revealing
his deformed corpse?
Sabine didn't want to think about it, but the memory of Gedrick's
violent death haunted her. Her body shuddered violently as
she slid to the floor in a foetal position and cried her heart
Poor Randolph Gedrick.
"I have to admit, you people are quite efficient,"
Senator O'Connor removed his gaze from the monitor and took
out his chequebook from his coat pocket and began writing.
"I like efficient people, so you can be assured of my
continuous support, financial and otherwise."
John Gyrich smiled smugly and cleaned the lenses of his spectacles.
"Why, thank you, Senator," The older man put his
pen down and tore the paper from its perforation, handing
it over to Gyrich. "And 'Why, thank you' again, sir."
O'Connor put away his things and leaned back in his seat,
drawing his focus back to the monitor, observing his...daughter
in her cell. "What do you have planned for her?"
"We're putting her through a health check and mutant
DNA streaming, a bug implant procedure, and if needs be, we
"Then, like all the rest of the inmates, we set her
to work, of which there is plenty, according to whatever powers
The Senator leaned closer to Gyrich, and spoke in an icy
tone, "She is not to escape, Gyrich, I'm counting on
you on that."
Gyrich gave a little laugh and boasted, "No one ever
escapes, sir. Not alive, at least..."
They dragged her out of her cell kicking and screaming, before
they injected a mild tranquilliser into her, that is. She
was stripped naked then pushed into a shower stall, and hosed
down like an animal. The wardens dressed in white were particularly
cruel, and directed the powerful jets of water at her wounded
knee, drawing screams from her, which they seemed to enjoy
quite a bit.
It was cold and she shivered uncontrollably, but they couldn't
care less and prodded her towards another room undressed.
The people there made some fuss over the inhibitor collar
she wore and removed it with a laser cutter, storing the gadget
for further examination. Sudden nausea came over her and she
made a wild guess that it was the effect from the removal
of the collar.
Sabine watched in fear as they hurried around, preparing
medical equipment. She was helpless, the tranquillisers made
her feel as if she had no bones, no nerves. She managed a
whine of protest as they strapped her down to an examination
table and did a through medical check-up on her.
But she screamed when they injected something into her bloodstream,
causing her body to burst into flames of pain. It didn't end
there, as soon as that pain ended, another began. Apparently
they had tested out the bug they had implanted in her, which
sent out an unpleasant charge of voltage to the very bones
of her body at a press of a button.
At the end of the ordeal, Sabine didn't need any taming,
her eyes had glazed over with pain and hopelessness.
Continued in Chapter
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