Time Out (A Quicksilver/X-Men Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Reagan woke up in a table in a bright room. Gasping, she tried to stand but her arms were strapped down. So were her legs. Someone has stretched out her wings and they lay over the side of the table. The air smelled of medicine and sickness. Reagan willed herself to go through the straps but it didn't work.

"Damn," she said as she struggled. The door off to the right opened and a boy walked in. He was a little bit older than her with the same color hair and the same color eyes. Behind him, Reagan almost screamed, were beautiful, enormous wings. He walked over to her and ran his fingers along her arms.

"Hello Reagan," he said. "It's nice to see you again."

"Who are you?" Reagan asked.

"You probably wouldn't remember. It was a long time ago. I'm Andrew, your perfect other half. They experimented about a year after they experimented on you. I have been here for a long time, waiting for you to return. Now you have." Andrew smiled down at her. His eyes shown with a light that made Reagan nervous.

"You seem to have weakened during your short escape. No matter. They'll fix you. Soon you'll be in your most powerful condition once again. I look forward to it," Andrew said as he turned and walked out the door. Reagan lay there in absolute fear. They were going to torture her, like they did before. There was no escape this time.

Reagan didn't move until scientists came in and brought her into another room. This room was the size of a football field. Inside it, there was a huge maze. Walking through the entrance, Reagan fiddled with the bracelet that had been put on her wrist. Electricity zapped through her and a voice on a loudspeaker shouted down at her to go faster. Running down a passage, Reagan slowed to catch her breath. The electricity hurt her and she groaned in a pain. After about 30 more shots, Reagan was on the ground, screaming in pain.

"Get up!" The loudspeaker voice yelled. Reagan was hurting so bad that she just layed there, accepting that the electricity shots weren't going to stop. She heard footsteps and turned to see a man walking toward her. He was snapping a whip against the ground. Reagan had just enough time to turn her head as the whip snapped against her back. Wincing, Reagan refused to show weakness. Grabbing her arm roughly, the man dragged her to her feet and shoved her forward. Stumbling, Reagan moved forward. Everytime she slowed, stopped, or even just at random points in time, the whip would find her back or her arm or legs. The exit was within reach when the whip twisted around her leg. Reagan fell and this time she couldn't get back up.

Snap, snap. The whip was continuously hitting her and the electric shocks kept going through her. Through all this the only thing Reagan could think about as she slipped into unconsciousness was Peter and Aidan. Where were they? Were they going to come save her?