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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 5
- 6
- 7
See disclaimers, notes
and warnings in first chap

CH 5

�Alright
Remy, the first thing we need to do is test the level of your powers.� The
Professor floated ahead of the boy with Logan flanking him. �You will accompany
Logan while I head to the control booth to monitor your progress.� With that,
he rounded a corner and left the two as they continued to the door of the
danger room.

�This
way kid.� Logan waved. They walked a little further down the corridor until
they came to two hulking metal doors with an impressive security lock. Remy
watched closely as the feral proceeded to key in some number combination,
and then placed his hand on a pad that suddenly appeared out of the wall.

�Welcome
Wolverine.� was the computerized voice that emanated from the panel in the
wall. The heavy doors hummed and clanked as the massive locking mechanisms
released them and they slid slowly open. There was an audible sighing sound
as the air flowed out of the room, the pressure equalized. Remy stayed silent,
his eyes wide as he followed the older man into the room.

The
room didn�t seem all that special to warrant such an entry system. To him,
it looked like an empty room; about the size of a basket ball court with ceilings
that raised approximately two floors. In the far end of the room towards
the ceiling was a glass enclosure. He could clearly see the Professor staring
down at him and assumed it was the control room the Professor had mentioned.
Logan watched as the boy moved ahead of him towards the centre of the room
with his eyes roaming to all sides, appraising the emptiness of the space.

Remy
was slightly perplexed and turned around raising a questioning brow at the
feral. �How dis gonna show y�all my powers? It be not�ing but an empty room.�

Logan
merely grinned as he reached behind him with one hand and pressed a button.
�Computer, training level 002 authorization Wolverine.� Immediately the room
began to shift and morph before Remy�s eyes. He stepped back warily, surprised
at the sudden change in the environment. From under him, the floor changed
to padded mats, causing him to nearly trip and fall backwards. Logan was
there in an instant and grabbed him by the elbow to steady the incredibly
nervous young man. Outwardly the boy showed no real emotions at the change,
but he could smell the boy�s reaction and damn near feel the tension in that
lithe body. For his part, Remy had no clue the feral was next to him, let
alone touching him, too absorbed in what was taking place all around. Before
his eyes, the empty room transformed into a lengthy workout area, complete
gymnastics equipment of all types along with what looked like some type of
obstacle course.

�Mon
Dieu� he gasped as the room completed its changeover and everything settled.

Logan
grinned. He always loved the reactions of the �newbies� when they first encountered
it. �Welcome to the Danger Room kid.� From the astounded look he received
from the younger male, he proceeded to explain. �This room is used for all
our training. We can set up different scenarios to hone our skills. Pretty
handy, huh?�

Remy
could only nod as the Professor�s voice broke in to explain further. �The
Danger Room is quite special in its technology. I won�t go into details right
now, but suffice it to say that you won�t find anything else like it on Earth.
Logan, if you would be so kind as to join me in the control room.� The feral
took another moment to watch the newcomer before spinning on his heel to depart
the room.

As
the door panels slid closed with a reverberating thud, Remy whirled around
to note that he was now alone in the room, slightly annoyed that he had not
paid attention when the older man left. He turned back to the control room
and cocked his head at the Professor. �What now?�

�We
want you to run through the obstacle course and utilize some of the equipment
in whatever way you feel necessary, for as long as possible. We need to test
your endurance which will directly reflect how long you maintain control over
your powers. How do you normally discharge your energy when you feel it building?�
The Professor glanced periodically at him while deftly pushing buttons on
the computer console.

Remy
reached into his back pocket and pulled out a deck of playing cards, maneuvering
a few out of the pack to fan between his fingers. He held them up and showed
both men that he now saw in the glass-enclosed booth high above him.

�Ah,
interesting choice. Very well, be prepared for a few objects to come your
way while you are running the course. Feel free to destroy them as you deem
necessary.� A few more moments and the lights dimmed slightly. Gambit looked
to the ceiling and crouched automatically in a defensive position. �Relax
Remy. We are simply trying to adjust the lighting to a level you may find
more comfortable, in case you wish to remove your sunglasses.� He nodded
in thanks and did just that, folding them to place in his shirt pocket.

A
sharp intake of deep breath was all he needed to jump right into the fray.
Twisting and turning his body, flowing like liquid through various holes and
over rises, landing sure-footed on narrow edges to handstand off and flip
to another surface. A few minutes into the exercise saw objects begin to
fly around and over him. As they neared his person, he flipped a charged
card to blow the offending things out of the air, maneuvering onto the next
obstacle as he did. Before his eyes, the course changed, extended, and grew
more complex. He had no clue how long he ran the track as his mind blanked
automatically and time lost meaning. The flow of energy through and around
him increased, humming hypnotically, capturing his attention; he could see
the lines of energy laid out before him. Aware of objects all around him,
he continued to leap, twist, and flip cards; his mind delving further into
the task at hand.

In
the control booth, both the Professor and Logan were entranced by the display.
Logan glanced down at his watch and was surprised to note that more than three
hours had passed since the test began, but oddly enough, none of them seemed
to notice.

�Incredible�
the Professor breathed out as he took to monitoring mentally any changes in
the boy�s shields.

Having
all sensors trained on the lad, Logan easily picked up on the increased panting
as the minutes ticked by, though he wasn�t quite sure if the noise was from
the boy or from his own rapid breathing as he took in the sight. So caught
in the vision, he almost failed to notice the slip�.almost. The boy grunted
out loud for a moment as a foot landed in a slightly miscalculated spot, sending
him tumbling in a roll to the side of the beam on which he had attempted to
land. The recovery was quick as a card flew out from his chest to strike
the two objects gaining ground on him. But the damage was enough, and the
ankle was weakened. Remy began to stumble more; a limp growing evident in
the problem leg. The metal orbs that had been circling him closed in; their
programming set to emit a light taser when falling within a few meters of
their prey. More and more tasers shot at the boy, causing him to moan and
strike out, arms flailing about tossing cards in all directions. All too
soon Remy was out of cards and started hurling any loose object he could find.

�That�s
enough Chuck. Shut it down before the boy gets hurt.� Logan placed both
hands on the console as he stared down into the scene below.

�A
few more minutes Logan. There are safety measures in place to assure that
nothing goes too far. We need to see at what point he will lose control.�
As rational as the Professor tried to answer, he received only a low growl
in response.

Remy
was breathing hard now; pain beginning to factor into the fatigue that already
plagued his body. The sweat poured down his face and neck as he continued
to fight the metal balls that seemed to only multiply with each destruction.
Damn; the things were everywhere. He felt his control slipping and was hard-pressed
to rein it in. As two more spheres shot him, he cried out, in an attempt
to maintain a grip on his power, but it was the last straw. Everything around
him started to hum, the glow of the objects growing as the molecules within
started heating up; plasma glowed yellow-white around them as the objects
began to melt and distort. Eyes shut tight, he brought both hands to his head
in an attempt to physically hold it all in, but it was too much; the energy
was on the verge of release.

�CHARLES!�
Wolverine shouted but the Professor was already spurred into action by the
unfolding scene. He quickly pushed several buttons to end the scenario, allowing
all objects to fade from the room. Reaching out with his mind, Charles was
able to breach several small holes that had developed in the boy�s shields
and send the necessary commands to bring his power under control. Despite
finding a way in through the armor that shielded Remy�s mind, it was still
a struggle and after a few tense minutes Charles had it under control. A
scream echoed around the room from the figure before them watching, helpless
as he fell over unconscious. The Professor slumped in his chair, clearly
exhausted from the ordeal; taking several deep breaths to calm himself.

Logan
took a moment to assess the Professor, making sure he was unharmed before
turning his attention to the boy. In a full run, he opened the doors to the
room and was at the boy�s side within seconds, feeling first for a pulse and
then for any breath. He closed his eyes as his examination showed the boy
to be alive and well. �I�m taking him to the medlab� he yelled to Xavier
as he lifted the boy up and strode out of the room.

Xavier
pinched the bridge of his nose. He had definitely pushed things a little
too far; guilt beginning to push at his mind. But, he was beginning to understand
the boy, having unintentionally caught a glimpse of unpleasant images while
attempting to erect a mental force field around that portion of the boy�s
mind that controlled his powers. There was definitely a third mutation; an
intense yet uncontrolled power, hidden within the boy. And there was subtle
evidence of mental tampering. Charles tried to recall the few mutants in
the world that could hide manipulations so well; those that could were extremely
volatile. He pushed them to the back of his exhausted mind for later contemplation.
The Professor�s suspicions, however, were confirmed; Remy was definitely an
omega class mutant.

********

The
first thing he became aware of was the sterile smell of a medical facility.
Instantly his mind associated the smell and rebelled. In his half-conscious
state, his body began to respond on its own, thrashing and whimpering involuntarily
at a perceived threat. He was unrestrained he noted with confusion. That
just didn�t seem right to him. Focus � he needed to focus. Vaguely he could
make out someone calling to him, the words coming clearer by the moment.

��own.
No one�s gonna hurt ya. Calm down.� Logan was hovering over him, the larger
hands holding gently onto Remy�s shoulders as he shook the boy.

The
voice of the older mutant was strangely soothing and Remy�s body relaxed of
its own accord while he attempted to open his eyes. The bright light above
him was painful, causing him to cry out slightly at the intense burning.

�Aw
damn. Sorry �bout that. Chuck, get the lights.� The order from the feral
was met almost immediately as the lights dimmed to a tolerable level. Remy
ventured opening his eyes again, blinking away the spots from the previous
attempt.

�What
de hell happened?� Remy groaned as he attempted to prop his body up onto his
elbows. But his head protested violently, sending a surge of nausea through
him and causing him to fall back instantly onto the bed. A trembling hand
rose to run fingers through auburn locks, grasping the side of his head, and
pushing his palm into his temple to try and ease the ache.

�Relax,
Remy. We pushed a little too hard and you lost control of your powers. The
headache you are experiencing is my fault, I�m afraid.� The Professor hovered
closer to the side of the bed as a guilty look flashed across his face. �I
had to enter your mind briefly to contain your powers. My deepest apologies.
You will probably have a headache for a little while as the barricade I placed
in your mind slowly dissolves. Your own shields should repair themselves
before then.�

Remy
cracked his eyes and glared at the telepath, not pleased at all to hear the
man had been inside his head. �What else you do when you be in dere, hehn?�
The question was uttered in barely concealed anger, and the Professor averted
his eyes downward in obvious guilt. �I assure you Remy, I did not wander
aimlessly around your mind. I went in, concentrated on building a wall around
your power, and then retreated. Nothing more, nothing less.�

�And
does de assurance of a telepat� supposed to mean somet�ing to me?� Remy was
in pain. Remy was nauseous. And, Remy felt mentally violated. Therefore,
Remy was indignant.

�Hey
kid. That�s enough. If Chuck says he didn�t poke around inside your head,
then he didn�t.� Logan leaned forward into Remy�s line of sight, blocking
the glare the boy was directing at the Professor. Eyes widened slightly at
the deep blue orbs glittering with concern and irritation.

�It�s
perfectly alright Logan. I understand his irritation. I�ll leave you now
so you may rest. Again, please accept my humble apology.� The Professor
backed out of the room, disappearing through automatic doors that swished
closed behind him.

With
a sigh, ruby pupils rolled up to meet closing lids as Remy�s other hand came
up to work in tandem with the first, massaging temples to ease the pain in
his skull. The sound of glass clattering along with water being poured caught
his attention. He turned to watch the older mutant move about this�..lab�..no
other word for the horrid place that caused Remy�s insides to twist violently.
Logan came back and held both hands towards the boy, a glass of water in one
and some pills in the other. Remy eyed the little white tablets warily, not
sure if he trusted these people enough to take their medicines.

Logan
cocked one eyebrow at his hesitation. �Just aspirin. It�ll help with the
headache.�

�Aspirin?
Non, t�anks. Can�t take dat.�

�Why
the hell not?� The nonplussed look on Logan�s face would have been comical
to Remy if he wasn�t in such agony from the jackhammer ripping merrily away
behind his eyeballs.

He
pursed his lips for a moment, struggling with the decision to share the answer.
Logan could see the war of emotions raging behind those exotic eyes. Finally,
he gave in, perplexed and a shade frightened by his urge to trust the feral.
�I�I don� react de same way to medicines dat many do. Aspirin, even just
one, it�.it knocks me out.�

A
brow rose, questioning what had been said. �Knocks ya out? Like a tranquilizer?�

Remy
nodded, then immediately regretted it as his head shouted in complaint of
the movement. �Can I just go to my room? Don� wanna be here no more.�

The
boy started to get up, but Logan pushed him back down. �Lay back and relax.
Ya took a beating and the medlab is the best place for that. I wrapped your
ankle, looks like it�s sprained, but not too bad.�

�Wanna
go back to my room. I�ll rest better dere.� Remy looked at Logan with desperate
eyes. Logan didn�t say anything, just stared at the boy perplexed, the question
hanging in the air between them. Remy sighed again before continuing; knowing
Logan needed an explanation to his demand. �Labs and medical places hold��bad
memories for me. Don� wanna be here. Please Logan.� The last part came
out almost as a whisper.

Blue
eyes softened at the plea; Logan knew only too well the painful response this
kind of place could spawn. �Alright kid. C�mon, I�ll help ya.�

Scooping
him easily from the bed and lowering his feet to the floor, Logan slowly helped
the Cajun back through the house.

End ch 5

**********

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