X-Baby Blues

[Gothicruby]

"HRAAGH!!"

Another sickening crack sounded through the halls as the final lackey lay, unconscious on the floor. The old man still had it and under normal circumstances, Logan might have given himself time to smirk over that fact.

But time wasn't on his side and it wouldn't be long before the White Queen would be sending yet another wave of soldiers crawling in after him.

Of all the lows to sink to...

Of all the sick, twisted lows...

Throughout all the time he'd known her, Emma Frost had always been one of the most conniving people around...but even for her, this was pushing it.

It was only by chance that the 'Old Man' Logan had heard about her kidnapping Scott. Or, the teenaged variant of him at least that had been running around as of late; he only had a vague lead to go on, something about her wanting to mould the boy to be a copy of his dead older self, but it was enough to get old Wolverine's hackles raised.

A child. She was trying to brainwash a child.

The older Scott and him might have had differences in the past, but there was no way he was just going to sit by and let the kid become her mouthpiece.

He sniffed the air. The kid was close; in one of these cells somewhere, sealed behind an iron door. Each one looked about twenty tons in weight and the old mutant let out a frustrated growl; he didn't have time to be searching through these one by one.

"Summers!" He called loudly out along the length of the hall "Summers can ya hear me? Speak up, boy, if ya can!"

[JeremyWolf0427962967]

Scott was in a cell and thought he was because he was blind by something over his eyes and could feel metal chains on his wrist and ankles and all he ever heard come in the room was people he thinks and left a tray of food.

That what happening the last couple weeks till he heard yelling and scream of soldiers and did know what was going on but then heard someone voice and try to reach to the door to call out but wasn't able to reach enough but calls out.
"PLEASE HELP!!!!" He called with all his might and was scared and needed someone right now.

[Gothicruby]

The call was shrill and loud in Logan's sensitive ear, but that wasn't at all what made the old man grimace.

If you'd lived as long as he had then, after a while, you'd probably come to see at least one large scale disaster; Logan had seen more than most and long since thought he'd heard all types of terrified screams. But that...

He growled...

Something about Scott's cry stirred something in him.

Before the call even had a chance to echo Logan was sprinting down the hall towards the cell in question and found himself unsurprised that Emma would have stuck him right at the very end; probably so she had a chance to corner whatever sap wanted to come to his rescue. Well...this old sap certainly wouldn't mind a word or two with her...

"I'm here kid, just gimme a sec!" Logan called back against the sturdy seal.

The thing was heavy and re-enforced but it didn't stand a chance against adamantium claws: cold steel shrieked loudly as Logan put all his weight into carving out a way in.

It was only the adrenaline still pumping through his system that kept him from freezing up completely at the sight that met him. The kid was chained up like a goddamn wild animal.

"Jesus christ, what's she doin' t'you..." The veteran growled despite himself and was soon on his knees to start trying to cut the boy loose. The chains were flimsy compared to the door, and he found that he had to be fairly careful not to send the links clattering off. Kid was scared enough already, afterall.

His thin lips pursed tightly now as he came to focus on the contraption covering Scott's eyes.

"Hey," He called, calmer now than from when he was behind the door "It's me, Logan. I'm gonna help ya, but I gotta know if you're wearin' any kinda visor under this...whatever it is, before I do?"

Because as much as he knew Scott would have hated to be completely blind, he couldn't just cut that thing off and leave the kid with nothing. Those eyes were weapons, after all and unstable one's at that.

[JeremyWolf0427962967]

Scott heard someone at his door and getting in and couldn't tell if he felt relieved or scared but didn't care and all he wanted was to leave this place and never come back and struggled through the chains.

Then heard his voice and end felt scared as he heard claws and thought he was one of experiments and hear him inside his cell and back up to a corner and was afraid of the man. Inside his cell was a bed made out of the rock of the mountain and there was only light come from a window that has bars in it.

Scott body has stitches and was covered in sweat and dirt and was afraid as the man got closer he thought he was going to hurt him but felt his arms on him and didn't feel hurt but felt calm and gentle and relax a little and for how he looked he hasn't eaten in days or has had any water and from that look like he was a fighter to her and not going willingly.

He then felt his chains being messed with and got scared a bit.
Then hearing him say if he was wearing a visor under his eye mask.
He just gives a simple not. "Can you really help me and get me away from hear?" Scott said.
The eye blind has two locks on each side and a big one on the back of his head. Preventing him from taking it off.

[Gothicruby]

The little nod came as a relief to the grizzled mutant as he carefully reached out to cup the boy’s head in one of his large palms. He supposed that he shouldn’t have been surprised that Emma would have left the visor on—after all it would have worked as insurance that the kid couldn’t just blast his way through the blind-fold here—but you never could tell with that woman.

Given how jittery Scott had understandably been at having the chains sliced off so abruptly, Logan granted the kid a small mercy and made a point to be especially gentle in tilting the kid’s head forward and though he wasn’t especially technological minded, even he had to snort at the simplicity of the contraption; those locks could be as fancy as they pleased but they’d still never stand a chance against his old adamantium bones.

“You bet bub,” the veteran rumbled almost gently “Just hold still for me now…”

The index claw was un-sheathed with a menacing sounding ‘snickt’, but the veteran was especially gentle in how he moved now; the contraption groaned and crunched beneath the metal blade but Logan himself was moving slowly and carefully. The last thing he needed, after all, was to have Scott jerk back and accidentally take his own head off.

In no time at all the heavy-set fell to the ground with a weighty clatter and, as always, Logan was left unable to get over the sight of ‘Little Cyke.’

The contrast between his dead-older-self was striking at the best of times, but there was something to be said for how extra vulnerable such shabby conditions served to make him look. 

“Ok, easy there…” he hummed more out of habit than anything, but kept his eye trained closely on the boy “Can ya walk?”

The veteran’s brow was knitted together still as he reached his hand to set on the boy’s shoulder.

[JeremyWolf0427962967]

Scott couldn't help but give a smile at hearing from that and jumps a little by the sound of the chains coming off and he felt his wrist and ankle cuff come off and felt less wight on his hands and feet.

Scott then felt his hand on his head and wanted to jerk back but felt his grip was gentle and calm down as his head was bent and felt his chest was warm and listen to him and was holding still but did jump at hearing his claw come out but trusted him this far and just let him.

As Scott waited he wasn't so sure if he should be with him when they got out or go somewhere safe.
Then Scott felt the heavy blind come off and could finally see through his visor and wanted to thank him by standing back up but got all wobbly and falls back down on his butt.

Then was gonna stand again till he hears him to take it easy and look up at him and was surprised to see how shaggy he is and how tall and old.
Then saw him hold out his hand for him to take and he slowly reach out his hand to his and shakes his head no.

In another part of the facility in the surveillance room a shadow figure was squinting his eyes at a monitor and the other monitors has dead guards on them.
What he was looking at was Scott cell and seeing him release him and was vary annoyed.
"No this won't do and no one takes our subjects"????
The shadow figure said and reach his hand over and press his finger on a red button.

~INTRUDER ALERT~. ~INTRUDER ALERT~
The voice said and red lights go off and at the end of the hallway of dead guards were drone with guns on them and heading towards Scott cell and so we're some robot that have a skeleton like features marching with assault rifles to Scott cell as well.