Promises

STORY: PROMISES (1/?)
TITLE: A simple mistake
AUTHOR: Alex
EMAIL: alex@graham160.freeserve.co.uk
DISCLAIMERS: Nope not mine, they belong to Fox and Marvel
ARCHIVE RIGHTS: just ask DDFH
RATING: R (for now may change later on)
SUMMARY: set in A/U Logan and Marie met under not ideal circumstances. (Marie can control her skin)

Chapter one

The road was desolate, nothing could be seen for miles in both directions, all apart from the lone figure trudging its way through the snow on the side of the road.
Far in the distance a truck crested a hill on the road behind the figure. As the truck drew closer it slowed down until it was level with the lone person. A window was opened and a gruff voice asked, “Need a ride, kid?”
The figure nodded once and opened the door and climbed into the truck, placing the heavy rucksack on the floor by their feet.
Pushing back the hood of the parker revealed the face of a woman. She was quite beautiful, yet tired looking with classical features and her hair was long and auburn in color and framing her face was two rather distinctive white streaks.
“Where ya headed, doll?” The driver of the truck was a man in his early forties wearing an army uniform.
“Just north.” Came the soft reply.
With a grunt, the man put the truck into gear and pulled away. The woman rested her head against the side window and watched the scenery pass her by. Finally her exhaustion won out and she fell asleep.

Sixty miles away deep in the Rockies, was a lab. It was hard to find, and not acknowledged in any circles from pharmaceuticals to the government.
There was five check points you had to get past before you got to the front door of the massive lab.
Now why would a lab need so much security?

Because instead of rats or rabbits, it experimented on mutants.
Two hours later, a truck pulled up in front of the lab and a man got out and proceeded round to the passenger side and opened the door.
A woman’s voice asked softly, “Where are we?”
The reply was gruff, “Your new home, mutie.” The man then jabbed a needle into the woman’s neck, a needle he had hidden behind his back.
The woman slumped out of the truck and onto the ground unconscious.
The doors to the lab opened up and a man in a general’s uniform was escorted out towards the truck.
“Nice work, Jamison, this little beauty has led us on a merry dance for the past three years, never knowing that it was the army who wanted her so bad.”
The smile on the general’s face could only described as oily.
Saluting his superior, Jamison responded, “Yes Sir, the girl was headed in our direction, couldn’t believe my luck.”
The general snapped his fingers at two of his subordinates, “Take her inside and hand her to the scientists. I want full tests, also a compatibility with our prize assassin. But I want it stressed I need her in one piece, the chance of breeding her must not be compromised in any way.”
With this the woman was carried into the depths of the facility.

Sometime later the woman awoke in a cell, she had been stripped and now was only clothed in a surgical gown. Around her neck was a slim metallic collar. Getting up from the pallet on the floor, the woman walked over to the bars of her cell. Testing the strength of the bars, she was surprised to note that her super strength was gone. Feeling the collar again, she came to the conclusion that it was inhibiting her gifts. Looking around her cell, she noticed that she had just a hole in the ground for a toilet; the smell was quite bad coming from that corner.
She sat back down to wait. She knew that they would come for her soon and she would get her answers when they did.

She didn’t have long to wait; she soon heard the sound of marching feet headed her way.

Her cell door opened to reveal six guards flanking a Captain. He threw a dog tag at the woman and snapped, “Put these on, from now on you will only be known as Rogue number 453 579 5214. You will respond to your name at all times, if you fail…”
The Captain had a small box in his hand, he pushed the only button.
The woman fell over, writhing on the ground in immense pain, it stemmed from her collar.
The Captain released the button on the box.
“Now you know what will happen, if you’re not quick enough so don’t be slow in following orders.”
The woman shakily put the tags around her neck.
Two of the guards came into the cell and dragged the woman into an upright position.
“Come on, the doc’s are waiting for this one, she has a date with the Wolverine.”
She was dragged from her cell and they took her down a long corridor to an elevator.
She counted the lights on the panel in front of her face - they went down four levels. It was the lowest level.
Ten minutes later saw the woman being thrown into a new cell, this time minus any clothing, inside was a man.
The Captain activated the force field that surrounded this particular cell.
“Hey, Wolverine, enjoy your new mate. We know we will enjoy watching you rape this one.”
With this parting shot, the Captain left laughing along with the guards.
The woman looked up at the tall man who stood over her. She held out a hand and spoke, “My name’s Marie, sugar, what’s yours?”
Marie sat and waited for the man in front of her to move or even speak.

She watched him; all the while she was memoriesing details about this man.
He was tall, about six foot three if she was right, and he was scruffy looking with long dark hair that stuck up into points on his head, and it was also past his shoulders.
He had a full dark beard, also rather scruffy which hid most of his lower face.
There was enough light for Marie to make out that he had hazel eyes, which had a wary expression to them.
Suddenly the man began to growl as he stalked closer to her.

ok this is the Beta version. Thanks go out to Karen who has taken time to help a friend. :D