Wolverine : the apprentice

The Mission pt. 3

I tossed and turned. The mattress was freezing. Then it was fire. I pushed the blankets off then I groped around for them. I heard heavy foot steps. Saw towering guards. Ran past them. My socks slid around. My hair flew out of my face. I didn't make a sound.
"Pssst, psst. Over here." I slid to a halt and held my shiny claws out in front of me, quickly turning around.
"Who's there?"
"Friends call me Medusa."
"Where are you?" I scanned the walls and walls of cells. I suddenly saw a tail of red hair poke out of the bars to my right and wave at me.
"Oh, hi." I walked over to the bars. Inside was a very pretty, very pregnant red haired lady. "Okay, we need to get you out of here."
"Hey, no. Don't waste your time, these are high security cells, adimantium isn't going to penatrate these walls. If anything, it'll get more guards on your trail. But, I have something for you."
"What is it?"
"It's a symbol of hope, that one day maybe, we'll be accepted. That one day, we'll be free." She reached through the bars and gestured me to lower my head. I did as instructed and felt a chain fall around my shoulders. I stood up and looked down at my chain. They were dog tags, his dog tags.
"He's been a symbol of hope and perseverance for all mutants contained here. I've been asked to make sure they make it to you. "
"Thank you."
"Your turn to carry the cause. Now go find Logan."
"Wait! What do you know about my-"

My dream ended there and I was rudely awakened. I opened my eyes groggily. I heard the sound of a canvas bag coming over my head. Fear drowned me and I screamed. I started flailing my arms and legs, trying to get a good hit on my captor. But, the bag was already over me, and my vision was gone. A drawstring around my waist was tightened, I fought harder.
"LOGAN HELP!!!!" My shrill voice echoed. I was backhanded. I was pushed all the way in the bag. I heard the drawstring cinch up. "LET ME GO YOU SICK-" I was slung against the wall. I heard the wall crack on impact. I unleashed my claws and started tearing through the bag. I heard the safety click on a gun and felt metal against my head.
"One more move Miss. Levesque, and I'm pulling the trigger." I sat very still; hardly daring to breath. I knew that I wasn't strong enough to sustain that kind of damage. I felt the gun slowly move away from my head. I sensed movement outside my bag. BANG. BANG....BANG. I flinched. Who had that been? I didn't hear a body hit the floor...
Something large fell on top of me. I screamed and kicked and fought to get it off of me. My bag was ripped open. I saw Logan's face.
"Logan!!!!" He pulled me out and picked me up. I saw what had fallen on top of me. My captor, a man working for Styker, was dead on the floor.
"Logan! Logan!" I scream/whispered.
"Shh, shhh. Hey, you're okay now. Kid, look at me. You are alright. I've got you. I'm not letting them hurt you. "
"Logan! I didn't even see it coming I woke up and there he was and then he put the bag over my head and I tried to get out but I couldn't and he had a gun and and-" Logan stood up with me in his arms and carried me out into the hallway. Tons of kids were gathered out there.
"She okay?"
"She looks pretty shakin up."
"What happened?" I looked up at Logan, blinked once, and my head fell on his chest and the world went dark.