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Fic: "Trapped In Darkness" PG-13 (9/?) [Scott, all X-men]

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  • neh@post10.tele.dk
    Hi all, Another part to Trapped In Darkness by Nadja Lee. As always this is for Peachy who asked for this. Thanks!!!!!!! Hope you like. Disclaimer see part
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 4, 2001
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      Hi all,
      Another part to "Trapped In Darkness" by Nadja Lee.

      As always this is for Peachy who asked for this. Thanks!!!!!!! Hope you like.
      Disclaimer see part 0.
      Cecilia is a X-man from the comics I have fit into here. You can see pics on
      her on the net ( if you`re interrested).

      If you haven`t read the earlier parts to this story then you can do so here ( with a title pic):
      http://www.100megspop3.com/scottororo/fiction/TrappedInDarkness.html

      Warnings: Talk of torture.

      Recap: We left Scott in Dr. Cecilia`s hands after his torture.

      Feedback: Is loved, of cause.
      neh@...

      Enjoy:





      Part 9:
      Cecilia looked at the man in the bed. Black Thunder could be here any minute now. She had to wake him up. She had let him stay unconscious for the most part since he had arrived yet she couldn’t shield him from the truth or the pain any longer. Taking a needle she filled it with the antidote and injected it into a vein on the man’s arm.
      “ Ohhh,” the man said as he blinked and tried to sit up.
      “ Careful. Here, let me help you,” Cecilia said as she arranged the pillows and helped him sit up, careful to not put too much pressure on his abused back.
      “ Where….am…I?” the man asked weakly.
      “ In the hospital wing of the compound, the main building for the slaves here in the capital city. Here,” she held a glass of water forth for him to drink. He eyed her for a while.
      “ Who are you?” he asked suspiciously.
      “ For pity’s sake! Look, I’m the woman who saved your ass so now drink,” she held the glass to his lips and this time he drank.
      “ Feel better?” she asked as she took the glass away. He couldn’t have too much water all at once. The man followed the water longingly.
      “ Yes,” he answered simply and Cecilia couldn’t hold back a smile. Anyone who had taken a beating like that was never fine. She suspected him of having some kind of military experience.
      “ Let me take a look at your eye,” Cecilia took off the bandage she had made around his right eye. It had been a blooded wound so she had given him a compass. She had also stitched his wound in his side. “ Yes, it looks like it’ll heal nicely.”
      “ When….will my eyesight return?” his voice was even but she heard the fear in it. She drew back a little so he with his left eye could see her in profile. Telling bad news had always been what she hated most about this job.
      “ I’m sorry but I couldn’t save your eyesight on your right eye,” she saw his face fall and a tear threatened to roll down his cheek. “ I truly am sorry,” Cecilia repeated before turning to go.
      “ Wait…I…thank you,” the man’s voice was low and she knew that edge in it. That, “I’m losing my dream, I’m breaking down” that she had heard so many times. But this man was still different. He was strong. She hoped he’ll pull through mentally. It meant a lot in a place like this.
      “ You’re welcome. By the way; I’m Cecilia Reyes. Everyone calls me Dr. Cecilia. I take care of the mutants here,” she gave him a kind smile before going towards a new bed and a new patient.
      “ Dr. Cecilia…” she turned to look at him…” I’m….Cyclops and I thank you,” she smiled again. Yes, definitely military. He didn’t trust her yet so he had given a codename with which she could find him if she needed to but only because he thought he might need her more. An….interesting man.
      “ Medicine Woman, I’m here to pick up the man I brought in,” Black Thunder said as he entered the hospital.
      “ He is here,” Cecilia said and guided him towards the man. He now sat in a chair, dressed in an old t-shirt which had once been white and a pair of old blue jeans, the blood on them bearing evidence to the fact that they had been used before.
      “Black Thunder, this is Cyclops,” Cecilia introduced with a smile as Cyclops got to his feet, trying to conceal a flicker of pain. Black Thunder gave her THAT look but Cecilia ignored him. “ Now, play nice, boys. I see I have new customers,” with that Cecilia left the two men to just stare at each other for a while.
      “ Come with me,” Black Thunder said and turned his back at Cyclops, walking towards the exit. Seeing his chance Cyclops leapt forward to jump him even though he was still weak, only to have Black Thunder turn around quicker than the wind and Cyclops collided with his fist instead and he landed on the floor with a “ohhh”.
      “ Never attack a man from behind. It is unworthy of a true warrior,” Black Thunder said, his voice so damn even and controlled. The words spoken in that almost whisper voice he had. Smug bastard, Scott thought darkly. As weak as he still was anyone could probably have taken him down yet any shoot at freedom was worth a try. Black Thunder stretched a hand forth to offer Cyclops his help to get up and with a moment’s hesitation, Cyclops accepted his help, letting him draw him up. They walked out the hospital and down the hallway. Cyclops looked at the cells and doors.
      “ Don’t. I’ll be forced to kill you and I’ll rather avoid that,” Black Thunder warned as he saw Cyclops’s eyes follow the men coming and going with a longing look. Cyclops got an angry gleam in his eyes, more because he had been figured out so easily than anything else.
      “ You’re a mutant...” Cyclops said and nodded to Black Thunder’s collar….” Why do you help them?” his voice held anger, disbelief and confusion. Black Thunder didn’t strike him as an evil man yet he wasn’t exactly working for the side of the angels here.
      “ I have my reasons,” he merely responded but not before Cyclops saw the flicker of pain in his eyes. He hadn’t lead a easy life, the scars on his body bearing clear evidence to that, yet still it confused Cyclops a lot that he still worked for them, especially as he was sure they had been the ones to scar him in more ways than one to begin with.
      “ Scott!” Jean cried, tears of happiness running down her cheeks as she saw her fiancé coming towards her out on the hallway. All the X-men gathered to greet him as he drew closer.
      “ Holy shit,” Bobby spat as he saw in what condition Scott had returned. He was covered in bandages and had a big red welt on his face that could surely leave a scar and his right eye stared unseeing at them.
      “ I’ll kill you, mother fucker,” Logan cried in fury as Black Thunder and Scott were just outside the force field. Guards passing in the hallway looked after them, making any attempts for Scott to try at take the force shield mechanism from Black Thunder impossible. Not to add that he was still weak and Black Thunder seemed to be in excellent psychical condition.
      “ I can give you two hours. No more,” Black Thunder warned, as he got ready to reunite Scott with Jean.
      “ What happens in two hours?” Xavier asked as the force shield opened and Scott stood before Jean again, getting lost in her face, her hair and her beauty.
      “ Then the captain who was here earlier will return,” Black Thunder said but even that dark prospect for their near future didn’t lessen the X-men’s happiness at Scott’s return. Black Thunder saw the man, Cyclops, kiss his woman, take her into his embrace, stroke her hair and whisper words of love and comfort to her. The scene bought back memories of Silver Moon and Star Child that he’ll hoped he had forgotten. Love, blood, pain and betrayal all watched into one as his memories threatened to consume him. Quickly he left the X-men’s cell to escape those memories yet their happy words and laughter filled the sooner always dark and cold hallway and was on the edge of driving him mad. Finally he escaped back into the hospital and for a moment in time he sought comfort in Cecilia’s arms. She didn’t know why he had returned. Why he was her arms. What kind of demons he was running from yet still she stroked his hair as a mother a sick child. She mumbled words of comfort and compassion, the first he had heard for more than five years. He didn’t cry, not one tear fell from his eyes, yet Cecilia could feel his pain in all he didn’t say. It felt like hours but it had only been minutes before he let her go from the bear hug grip he had had her in. He wiped some lose hair behind her ear and whispered;
      “ Thanks, Medicine Woman but this is one soul even your healing hands can’t cure,” he gave her a strange half smile as if he saw irony in the statement, before he turned around and was gone. Cecilia looked long after him. Of all her returning patients, he had always worried her the most even though he never had any permanent damage. Not even like what they had done to Cyclops with his eye. For normal mutant slaves “ no permanent damage” meant only that they should be capable of working and that was all. It was possible to work with only one ear, without a nose or with only one eye. The guards never ceased to amaze her with their cruel ingenuity. But still….she looked after Black Thunder as he walked down the hallway, alone. Still, there was something about him that made her mark him as her most cruel case yet. She didn’t know all his secrets or all his demons but she did know that somewhere deep inside, there was a man who hurt like no other. Her lips curved in a bittersweet smile. Considering that Black Thunder gave her many a patient it was a strange statement, yet still she felt it was true.
      TBC
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