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A Place in this World
She could only blame herself for being barely strong enough
to struggle as they entrapped her with thick steel clamps.
They bound her arms, her legs and suspended her from a steel
cable as if she were no more than a sack of old sawdust. From
the bird's eye view, Sabine could see that she was in a large
laboratory, crawling with scientists who were busy like ants,
scribbling on their clipboards and tapping away at strange-looking
machines. The cable swayed from side to side, giving her a
dreadful sense of vertigo.
Looking down through blurry eyes, she could see what looked
like a giant test-tube filled with fluid. Her eyes widened
in fear as the cable jerked suddenly, and started lowering
her down into the huge vat. As her body was slowly lowered
into the Sabine tried calling for help, but her parched throat
would allow nothing more than a croak to escape. Her bare
feet could feel the liquid, sucking her in, hugging to her
skin like thick syrup. It was freezing, and she gasped from
the shock of it.
Squirming helplessly and her eyes wild with panic, Sabine
could feel a dull pain forming in her chest as the liquid
clamped around her shoulders, squeezing the air from her lungs.
She foolishly held on to one last gulp of air as it finally
pushed over her head, in the hope of keeping from drowning.
Her screams underwater went unheard.
The corridor was deadly silent, he observed, as he slid out
gracefully from the ventilation box in the ceiling, finishing
his landing with a curt somersault.
Where t'start? he wondered. Gambit grinned as he spotted
a guard coming round the corner, and hefted himself back up
into the shaft with frightening speed and silence. As soon
as the unwary guard walked under him, he dropped, and stunned
his victim with a chokehold. Unable to make a sound, the guard
flailed is arms helplessly.
"Where's de girl, mon ami? De one with de stripe in her hair?"
Gambit hissed into his ear. The guard pointed shakily at the
cell a couple of doors down. Shuffling towards the latter,
Gambit groaned as he found it to be empty. "Chien, if'n ya
wanna live, y'better bring me to her ... "
Ah thought ah was dead for sure, but ah think this is worse,
waiting to see what sort of experiment they're gonna conduct
on you next. Ah haven't been in this tube for long, but so
far it's been an unpleasant feelin' ... Ah've got tubes of
all sizes stickin' out of my arms, and wires and patches stuck
all over me.
Ah feel as if ah'm made of nothing but flesh and jelly, no
bones, no spine. Ah can't see well, ah can't do anything the
way ah normally do and it's as if ah'm paralyzed - ah can
hardly move. It's like half-breathing, half-drowning, and
there's a sharp pain in me each time ah take a breath. Each
time ah do that ah feel that ghastly liquid running through
my lungs, freezing me from the inside. Ah still feel the pain
from all my other unattended wounds, especially my knee.
There's someone pressing their face up close to the wall
of the tube ... Goddamn it, it's HIM. The man who gave me
life, and the man who's destroyed everything ah've ever wanted.
Ah never thought it could be possible to hate someone so much
that ya want him dead.
If ah manage to survive all this, ah'm gonna put a bullet
through his head.
God help me ...
He tapped at the communicator at his chest as he dragged
the last unconscious guard into an open cell and slammed the
"This is Cyclops. West wing secured. Team report," The radio
crackled to life as his team-mates responded. One by one,
they each gave positive confirmations that the compound was
secured. "Head for the core - we're moving in now!"
"We could be a happy family once again, Sabine. Really,
we could." O'Connor tapped at the glass as he spoke to his
confined daughter. A rush of bubbles escaped from her mouth.
She was angry.
"You should be grateful, the good doctors here will make
you human again. I will forgive you for everything once things
are back to normal, my dear." He smiled, but it was hardly
a sane nor a warm one. He watched as the doctor by his side
tinkered away on a remote panel and activated something within
the vat. The clear tubes became a dark red, and Sabine obviously
felt it, for she writhed in silent pain.
"Relax, dear. He's just taking some samples of your blood
and tissue. You're a big girl, surely you can take a little
"Den I t'ink you should be able t'handle dis?" An unfamiliar
voice interrupted the Senator's thoughts.
"What the -- ??" He spun around in time to see a figure dropping
out of the ventilation shaft, and to be hit squarely in the
chest by glowing projectiles. The impact sent him sprawling
against the glass vat, weakening it and creating cracks in
its surface. The visitor let fly another projectile at the
container as he delivered a kick to the doctor's jaw, rendering
the skinny man unconscious.
Despite being surrounded by a mob of outraged scientists,
Gambit grinned as he heard the glass crack, and somersaulted
backwards as the vat gave way, freeing its prisoner. The Cajun
swung his bo staff, knocking away his assailants, trying to
make his way towards Sabine, but he was overwhelmed. He needn't
have worried, however, when a strong gust of wind engulfed
the enemy and viciously slammed them into the nearby walls.
He grinned again as he saw Storm come aground beside him
and beams of red streaking the room. "Bien, calvary's arrived
... 'Bout time too,"
Numbly, she felt her body lurch forward as the glass shattered,
throwing its contents out onto the cold steel floor. Her body
started convulsing as soon as it hit the ground, and she wheezed
as she gasped for air amidst hacking out green slime from
her nose and mouth. Once or twice her eyes rolled upwards
and she almost blacked out from the sheer discomfort and pain
from her sudden freedom. The emaciated woman lay there naked
and heaving, struggling to get her body system back in balance.
She had to -- there was some unfinished business with the
man lying semi-conscious not too far away from her.
Whimpering in pain, she yanked the tubes from her arms and
dragged herself next to a fallen employee and struggled to
acquire his lab coat. Fully aware of the battle around her,
Sabine wrapped herself in the coat for warmth and gingerly
got to her feet. Anger released a flood of adrenaline through
her and she began to drag her father out of the laboratory
towards the cells. It was payback time.
Continued in Chapter Eleven.
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