Post by eloquentnovelist on Sept 1, 2014 1:27:12 GMT
The needle injected into her skin, on the inside of her elbow. Rogue squeezed her eyes shut, forcing a single tear out of her eye as the serum was pushed into her blood stream...
Over time, she had realized that her mutation was just too valuable to them. They kept taking and taking from her. Sample of blood left her body every day to feed the war against mutants and help them build more powerful sentinels. Of course she wanted to live. Of course she wanted to go and fight alongside her team. But not at this expense.... Not at the cost of more people dying because her blood was furthering their research. Rogue begged the fates for death. Her blood would be useless if she was dead. They needed living cells and tissue to push for new technologies in Sentinel technology. In her haze, she had heard them talk. They weren't afraid of her listening. Rogue was incapacitated,drugged up and strapped down to a table in Cerebro. The school had been taken, raided. And with Sentinels, the job was done much more thoroughly than when Stryker had done it. This time during the raid, she had fallen and become one of the missing. Did anyone even know she was alive? It didn't matter. The place was heavily guarded with Sentinels. One person wasn't worth risking several lives for. Rogue willed her friends to stay away. It was something she prayed for every night.
Forget about me. Ah never existed. Please, just forget about me.
The drugs took over and Rogue's eyes fell heavy until she was in darkness.
Every night was the same dream. Nightmare. Every night, she woke up in a cold sweat, the vivid imagery of being captured repeating in her mind every single god damn night. She had come up against a Sentinel... It was a model that was programmed to capture, not kill, one of the early prototypes. It wasn't until she was brought to a doctor scientist that she was approved to keep alive. When the discovered her mutation, they knew they wanted to weaponize it. Rogue wasn't a mutant to them, she was the solution to the mutant problem. If she could take away the mutations, then they would need her body for samples, tissue, organs, anything they could get their hands on... The first thing they did was keep her covered and strapped down. It was once a day she was dragged into a room and hosed down after she was stripped down.
The first time she went into the room, a man in a hazmat suit stripped her down, tearing the hospital gown from her with her hands in cuffs that dug into her wrists, being bound didn't stop her from fighting. She might have been a prisoner and a specimen, but she was still Rogue. And she still had all the fight in the world left in her. Rogue thrashed and kicked, slamming into the man in the suit. She didn't even bat a lash at being naked because that's what she had to do to survive and get out of here. A team against one mutant woman who had no enhanced strength or actual combative mutation was a stacked fight. But she had lost with pride. They had not been kind that night. With he hands up in chains, she was hosed down with cold water until she was deemed clean and ready for testing the next day. They gave her new garments and left her in a dark room with no blanket, no sounds, no stimulation.
How long had it been since she had seen sunlight? She lost count of the days... She lost count of all of time. How old was she? When she was captured, she was twenty four years old, a woman with a bright future ahead of her... And now she had been reduced to a lab animal. They had learned early one with her, that keeping her sedated was best. Most days, she was fed through a tube. When she did come out of sedation, she could barely stand or move... How long until her heart gave and finally stopped beating? Dead, she would be useless to them.
There was a day when a specimen was brought in for a test to see how far her abilities went. That specimen... That woman.... She did not survive. That was the day Rogue became a killer, a murderer. She was forced to have skin to skin contact with another mutant until there was nothing left of the other. The test results were studied for months. Little did they know that Rogue had not only absorbed memories and knowledge and life force, but that woman's mutation. If she had been able to walk around instead of being a strapped to a medical table, they would have seen her ability gained. Instead, she was a slab on a table for most of her captivity.
The drugs began to fade and as usual, she was greeted back to consciousness through the bright lights inside of Cerebro. Her hands were weak, clawing at the surface of the table to see if she was still strapped down. And she was.
When is this going to end... When am ah gonna die?
A man with a hazmat suit walked up to the table after watching her vitals rise again on a screen. He leaned into her to get a better look at her face before putting his flashlight pen to her eye to watch her pupils shrink. Rogue squinted and turned her head away, but the man held her head still, and pinned her eyelid back with his gloved thumb. As expected, her pupil shrunk in her green iris. Everything was normal and she was deemed healthy enough for testing to continue. Too weak to do much, Rogue turned her head to the side and stared off when he finally let go of her head. This place was once used for good. It was the birthplace of good and mutants who wanted to do good. And now, it was being used for the exact opposite.
Over time, she had realized that her mutation was just too valuable to them. They kept taking and taking from her. Sample of blood left her body every day to feed the war against mutants and help them build more powerful sentinels. Of course she wanted to live. Of course she wanted to go and fight alongside her team. But not at this expense.... Not at the cost of more people dying because her blood was furthering their research. Rogue begged the fates for death. Her blood would be useless if she was dead. They needed living cells and tissue to push for new technologies in Sentinel technology. In her haze, she had heard them talk. They weren't afraid of her listening. Rogue was incapacitated,drugged up and strapped down to a table in Cerebro. The school had been taken, raided. And with Sentinels, the job was done much more thoroughly than when Stryker had done it. This time during the raid, she had fallen and become one of the missing. Did anyone even know she was alive? It didn't matter. The place was heavily guarded with Sentinels. One person wasn't worth risking several lives for. Rogue willed her friends to stay away. It was something she prayed for every night.
Forget about me. Ah never existed. Please, just forget about me.
The drugs took over and Rogue's eyes fell heavy until she was in darkness.
Every night was the same dream. Nightmare. Every night, she woke up in a cold sweat, the vivid imagery of being captured repeating in her mind every single god damn night. She had come up against a Sentinel... It was a model that was programmed to capture, not kill, one of the early prototypes. It wasn't until she was brought to a doctor scientist that she was approved to keep alive. When the discovered her mutation, they knew they wanted to weaponize it. Rogue wasn't a mutant to them, she was the solution to the mutant problem. If she could take away the mutations, then they would need her body for samples, tissue, organs, anything they could get their hands on... The first thing they did was keep her covered and strapped down. It was once a day she was dragged into a room and hosed down after she was stripped down.
The first time she went into the room, a man in a hazmat suit stripped her down, tearing the hospital gown from her with her hands in cuffs that dug into her wrists, being bound didn't stop her from fighting. She might have been a prisoner and a specimen, but she was still Rogue. And she still had all the fight in the world left in her. Rogue thrashed and kicked, slamming into the man in the suit. She didn't even bat a lash at being naked because that's what she had to do to survive and get out of here. A team against one mutant woman who had no enhanced strength or actual combative mutation was a stacked fight. But she had lost with pride. They had not been kind that night. With he hands up in chains, she was hosed down with cold water until she was deemed clean and ready for testing the next day. They gave her new garments and left her in a dark room with no blanket, no sounds, no stimulation.
How long had it been since she had seen sunlight? She lost count of the days... She lost count of all of time. How old was she? When she was captured, she was twenty four years old, a woman with a bright future ahead of her... And now she had been reduced to a lab animal. They had learned early one with her, that keeping her sedated was best. Most days, she was fed through a tube. When she did come out of sedation, she could barely stand or move... How long until her heart gave and finally stopped beating? Dead, she would be useless to them.
There was a day when a specimen was brought in for a test to see how far her abilities went. That specimen... That woman.... She did not survive. That was the day Rogue became a killer, a murderer. She was forced to have skin to skin contact with another mutant until there was nothing left of the other. The test results were studied for months. Little did they know that Rogue had not only absorbed memories and knowledge and life force, but that woman's mutation. If she had been able to walk around instead of being a strapped to a medical table, they would have seen her ability gained. Instead, she was a slab on a table for most of her captivity.
The drugs began to fade and as usual, she was greeted back to consciousness through the bright lights inside of Cerebro. Her hands were weak, clawing at the surface of the table to see if she was still strapped down. And she was.
When is this going to end... When am ah gonna die?
A man with a hazmat suit walked up to the table after watching her vitals rise again on a screen. He leaned into her to get a better look at her face before putting his flashlight pen to her eye to watch her pupils shrink. Rogue squinted and turned her head away, but the man held her head still, and pinned her eyelid back with his gloved thumb. As expected, her pupil shrunk in her green iris. Everything was normal and she was deemed healthy enough for testing to continue. Too weak to do much, Rogue turned her head to the side and stared off when he finally let go of her head. This place was once used for good. It was the birthplace of good and mutants who wanted to do good. And now, it was being used for the exact opposite.
