As she watched the heavy metallic wall fall shut, Marie felt a huge wave of panic overtake her. Worse than she had felt over the past two days that she had been Erik’s prisoner. Seeing Logan, even for such a brief amount of time, had filled her with such a huge sense of calm. More than Marie had though to feel for such a very long time.
The feeling of Creed’s hands touching her the way the doctors had so many times made Marie feel sick to her stomach. Tears were rolling silently down her cheeks and there was nothing she could do to stop them. The sounds of Logan’s screams coming from inside the tiny cell only caused the tears to fall harder. Marie hated what this was doing to Logan and the fact that he had to get hurt because of her. All that she wanted for Logan was for him to be safe. After everything that she had witnessed being done to him, he deserved to find some peace. Marie knew that it was her presence in his life that had put him in such a dire situation.
“There’s nothing to be gained by tears. They are only a weakness,” Erik all but snarled, his eyes never leaving the large computer screen in front of him. “The Wolverine will remain there for as long as necessary. So I suggest that you get used to it.”
“An’ if Ah don’t wanna?” Marie shot back, glaring at the back of the older man’s head. “Ah love Logan an’ Ah’m not gonna let ya do anythin’ t’ him!”
That got a low rumbling laugh out of Creed. “You’re weak, kid. What makes you think that you can do anything to us?”
“Just you wait,” Marie threatened, hoping that her voice didn’t sound as weak to Creed as it did to her.
It must have because Creed began to laugh even harder. He squeezed his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him so that she could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back.
“You feel that, little girl? Once I fuck you, you’ll forget all about the runt,” Creed hissed in her ear, pulled her even closer.
“Yer fuckin’ sick,” Marie muttered, kicking at Creed’s shins with her heels. She had decided to forego the squirming for very obvious reasons. “Get yer gawddamned hands off o’ me!”
“And here I thought you were a slut just like your mother,” Creed taunted, nuzzling the back of her head. “I’ll bet I can change that.”
“Not in this lifetime,” Marie growled, doing a pretty good imitation of Logan.
At that moment there was a loud noise coming from Logan’s cell. It sounded to Marie like a combination of screaming and metal striking against metal. Marie did her best to keep Creed from finding how just how much Logan’s pain was effecting her, but at the sound of Logan’s voice in her head, that became nothing more than a fleeting desire.
Marie! Marie, please! I need.... Marie!
“Logan....” Marie moaned, slumping in Creed’s arms.
“Creed, will you get her out of here,” Mystique called over her shoulder. “I’m sick of hearing him throw a fit like that. He’s giving me a headache.”
Before Marie could react, she found herself flung over Creed’s shoulder. Screaming and kicking, Marie did everything possible to get Creed to put her down. Rationally, she knew that none of her feeble attempts would work, but she had to at least put in the effort.
“Let me down!” Marie screamed as she pounded the small of Creed’s back with her tiny fists. “Let me go now! Ah’m not yers t’ be draggin’ round like this!”
All that Creed did was smack her ass, mortifying Marie to no end. “Like I said before, kid, you can’t stop me. And right now neither can the runt. So I guess that means you’re stuck with me.”
“Ah’ll never be yers,” Marie hissed, pulling her dark hair out of her eyes. “So ya might as well just put me down now ‘fore Ah make ya regret it.”
“Empty threats, little girl. Empty threats.”
Marie....
Logan’s voice echoing in her mind brought about a fresh round of tears for Marie. She could hear the pain in his voice, a very deep pain that Marie could not ignore. Marie longed to wrap her arms around Logan and hold him tightly. In her present situation, however, all that she could do was futilely beat her fists against Creed’s back.
By the time Creed took her to where he wanted her, Marie was sobbing so hard that her entire body was shaking. She didn’t know where she was and, quite frankly, she didn’t care one bit. Creed dumped her onto a bed and Marie immediately rolled herself into a ball on her side.
“Oh no you don’t, little girl. You’re mine to play with now,” Creed growled from somewhere across the room.
Marie ignored him completely, focusing her entire being on Logan. She prayed that he could hear the comforting thoughts she was sending him. That he knew how much she loved him and that she would do everything in her power to get him out of that tiny room he was trapped in.
Creed ripped her from her thoughts almost immediately. He jumped onto the bed, instantly straddling her waist. While Marie screamed and flailed her limbs, trying to get Creed off of her. However, he was a great deal stronger than her and easily subdued her. The handcuffs that he used to lock her hands to the headboard also helped with that a great deal.
“No! Let me go! AAAAHHHH!! Help me! Please! Someone help me!!” Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as she bucked her hips against Creed, trying to throw him off. “HHHEELLLPPPPPP!!”
All that did was bring a lewd grin to Creed’s face. “You now, I love it when they squirm.”
“Please don’t do this,” Marie pleaded, no longer able to get a clear glimpse of Creed’s face through her tears.
However, she could feel Creed’s face brushing only inches away from hers. Marie attempted to slam her face against Creed’s so that their skin connected and she could drain him once again. Creed must have anticipated this because he kept dodging just out of the way of her lethal skin.
“Not gonna work, little girl. I’ve got you right where I want you and I’m not letting you go,” Creed rumbled, grinding his lower body against hers.
Sobbing, Marie could do nothing but pull futilely at the cuffs that held her wrists immobile. She could feel Creed shifting further down on the bed, dragging his claws along the side of her shirt and ripping the seams. Creed tore the shirt from her body, leaving her breasts naked to his gaze.
“You really are built like the Blue Bitch,” Creed grumbled. “All you need to do is paint your skin blue and you’d be her.... But I have better things to paint your skin with.”
“Help me! Someone please help me!” Marie shouted, pulling so hard against the handcuffs that her wrists started to bleed. It was a minor pain compared to what Marie knew would happen if Creed continued.
Marie was caught off guard by Creed backhanding her across the face. Her entire head was flung to the side, creating an aching pain in her jaw.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Creed snarled, grabbing hold of her aching jaw with his still glove-covered fingers.
Marie could feel the points of his claws digging into her skin as he jerked her head back to the front. Digging his fingers savagely into her jaw right where her lower and upper jaws met, forcing her mouth open. Into her now open mouth, Creed shoved the ruined remains of her t-shirt.
“There, that’s much better,” Creed hissed, crouching over to run one of his long nails along her cheek. “As much as I love to hear them scream, you’re starting to piss me off.”
Marie moaned around the gag, silently screaming for Logan.
Marie’s attempts at screams became real when Creed ripped her pants from her body. Now that he was off her body, she began kicking at Creed, attempting to wound him in some way. Certain parts of his body in particular. Marie knew that it was highly unlikely considering Creed’s mutation, but it was the only chance at escape she could see.
“Creed get back to the conference room. Pedro has arrived.”
For the first time ever, Marie was actually glad to hear her mother’s voice. After only a few mumbled curses, Creed rolled off of her and lumbered towards the door.
“Don’t think I’m finished with you, little girl. I’ll be back real quick,” Creed promised her.
As soon as she heard the door open and shut, Marie curled herself up as much as she was able to. She twisted and turned, pulling her knees up so that she was in a fetal position. Her arms were held at odd angles, but she didn’t care. She felt protected this way. It was a minor protection, but all that Marie could do at that moment.
“Logan,” Marie whimpered, pressing her face into the pillow. “Ah’m so sorry, Logan. Please come. Ah... Ah need ya so much. Please, Logan....”
Marie knew that it was futile to call for Logan since he was in no position to help her. That once again left the task of saving herself up to Marie alone. At that moment, Marie wasn’t sure that she could actually do something to help herself.
The door opened again and Marie couldn’t contain the sob that escaped her throat.
“Oh quit your whining, bitch,” Creed grumbled as he stalked across the room. “Erik wants you there to meet your big brother.”
Yanking on the cuffs, Creed wrapped them in half, freeing Marie from the headboard. He flung Marie over his shoulder and headed immediately out of the room. Unmindful of the fact that she was wearing only a pair of panties, despite Marie’s attempts to point this out to him, Creed carried her through the long corridors until they reached the room where Logan was being kept. The room where Pedro and her brother were waiting for them.