Two years since I was brought here. The people here so determined to find out who and what I was. I had seen others brought through these same doors. Some came quietly while others fought.

The ones who fought I would pray for. They would need it. I have also encountered a few good souls here. Two guards who have secretly helped those who ask or severely needed help. Then there's the one they seem to test the most. The 'Demon' as they call him but the energy he gives off says otherwise. I hope to talk to him at the next. When they study me all they can get is that I'm neither human nor mutant. I hope to keep it that way.

I here yelling and the screeching of my cell door opening I keep my head turned down. Out of the corner of my eye I see the two guards push him into the wall chest first to undo his handcuffs from behind his back before each stalking out laughing.

As I look over I see he's now just sitting in the corner rubbing his wrists with his three fingered hands. I crawl over to his side. He glances up before returning his gaze back to the ground before him.

"Hey, you alright?" Nothing. I move in front of him. "Hello? Anyone home?" I get a small smile. 'Ah so he does speak English.' "Ok, so obviously you can hear me and understand what I'm saying… so you got a name blue boy?" "X-3" "Don't give me that shit. What's your real name?" "Kurt Vagner." "Ah German accent I'm guessing? The names' Veronica, but call me V. here. Kay?" I get a nod in response. "How long you been here Kurt?" he seems to think a bit before replying: "Zirteen years." 'My God how old was he when he was brought here?' "How old are you?" "Eighteen." 'Only five years old. Oh yeah I'm going to enjoy killing the man in charge.'

He obviously caught the expression on my face change as he responded by asking: "Vhat's your plan and how may I be of service?" a huge grin covers my face as we quietly discuss the downfall of the human called Stryker.

The next morning played out well. The guards came for Kurt; I touched the collar key on his belt 'absorbing' a copy for later. The rest of our plan would have to wait until that night.

Today Colonel Sanders- ahem Stryker decided that we would both remain together. Perfect… until two guards decided to use Kurt as an excuse to find out what the rest of the buttons on the collar remote does. He was in so much pain I wanted to show them what hell really looked like. I walked over to the cell door trying to gain the attention of the guard holding the device.

Once close enough I kicked the remote away for once glad I had my figure my leg thin enough to fit through the bars. Then newly found pain surged through both of our bodies until we blacked out. The last thing I saw was Stryker with a stern look on his face, remote in hand.

I awoke in a room circled with guards a few steppe aside for the stout little man to step through. "Ah hello, I believe we had a bit of a problem this afternoon-" "Where is he you sonofabitch?" "Oh, X-3's just getting his punishment for the revolt. He's right up there." "Leave him the hell alone!" Kurt at the moment was yelling from the pain of the electric whips scarring his back. Each blow like a thousand nails ripping across his fur covered flesh.

"Gladly if you tell me who and what you are." They had quit. Kurt along with everyone else was staring at me waiting for a response the difference is he was scared not of pain to come if I didn't tell, but for me.

"You really want to know who I am?" I whispered slowly unsheathing the long Japanese sword from my body. "I'm V. Jat Shariff, a hemophage and I will kill you all if you don't let him go. "Impossible Ultraviolet died years ago." I spun gently slicing through every surrounding guard. Then resheathing my blade I calmly walked up to him. "How do you know?" "I killed her. So who are you!" I now held my gun behind my back. "I'm her daughter." BANG! He slumped to the ground still breathing but not for much longer.

"Now listen closely. Kurt is not a demon or anything lower than a human being. He has more compassion than any priest you've ever met." I get closer to him so I can whisper in near silence so that Kurt won't hear. "When I die, I will save a spot for him in Heaven so that we may throw pebbles at you in the deepest rotting part of Hell. And if I don't make it to the holy land I will see you there. Try to bring some better company next time."

Kurt, now free of his binds was able to teleport over to me. "Do you know the way out?" "Ja, I can get us both out of here."

A few ports later and we were outside the haunting place. We had managed to free those who were still around. A familiar black jet was out in front of the building. "Vamp!" I hear the all too familiar nickname that he'd given me over 3 years ago. "Logan. Help." The burly man rushed over to meet us in the snow covered ground. "Vamp what are you doing here and who's the elf?" I looked at Kurt to see him smiling like he was about to burst in to laughter. "This is Kurt Wagner, and it's a long story."

Once we got in the jet Logan asked one question I was hoping to avoid. "How much time do you have left?"

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Thanks-Kat