Title: The Bitter Taste of Revenge Pt 1/?
Author: BJ
Disclaimer: Marvel owns them. I’m just playing and I‘m not making a cent.
Rating: PG (could change)
Summary: Warren finally snaps and goes after Remy with a little help.
Notes:
 *This* is spoken over the comm. badge    ~ this ~ is telepathic    this is thoughts
This story fits in the Angel Song universe sometime after Leap of Faith. Oh and forget Logan ever lost the adamantium.
 
 

Logan pulled on his restraints and an inhuman growl rumbled out of his chest. He was lost in a nightmare; that had to be it, because this was a memory he wished he had lost with all the others. It was one of the few true memories he had that he prayed would go away. He was trapped, helpless, tied down like an animal. There were hands on him and a voice he didn’t know; he had to get out! He felt the sting of a needle and for a brief moment everything was clear. He knew the face, recognized the voice. With the last of his consciousness he begged, “help us.”

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Jean rubbed her temples as she left the small room and walked to Hank’s office. “ How is he?” Scott asked as she let her husband pull her close and she relaxed in his embrace, drawing on his strength to get her through this.

 “ I think the next time he wakes up he’ll be himself again. He thinks he’s stuck in a nightmare.” She looked between the two men in the office, “He begged me to help them. God Hank, how are we going to explain this to him.”

Dr. Henry McCoy took off his glasses and sat down at his desk. “ I don’t know. How does one tell a friend that three days ago he was drugged by a fellow teammate? That he was closer to death than I can ever remember. That his lover has been abducted by a mad scientist.”

Cyclops took a long gulp from the mug he held, “ I’m going to talk to Warren.”

Hank stood, “No Scott, you’re too upset-”

The mug Scott held was thrown with enough force to shatter it, sending glass and coffee everywhere. Jean stopped it from hitting any of them but she couldn’t stop the rage that erupted from her husband. “ He drugged two teammates! One’s in there dying from adamantium poisoning, we have no clue where the other one is! He’s the only one with answers and if I have to beat them out of him I will!

“ Scott…” Jean’s hand rested against his chest. She could feel him trembling with rage. “Please honey, Warren isn’t going anywhere. I’ve tried to get into his mind but he’s completely insane. We should have seen it coming, I should have known…”

Hank walked up to both of them “ Stop this, it’s not going to help us find Remy. Logan’s healing factor has started to kick in. It’s weak right now, only a fraction of its usual strength, but he won’t die. I will continue to monitor him but I’m afraid that is all I can do. His body doesn’t handle any drug well, it will be easiest on him to just wait for his own powers to take care of the poison.” Hank hated admitting that to his friends, he was a physician after all! “ We know from Warren’s…ranting that Sinister is behind this. Yes, we should have seen the signs that Warren was having some kind of…breakdown but he has targeted Remy since that farce of a trial.”

“ Yes Hank but he never actually hurt Remy before. When he didn’t warn Remy about that attack from behind; when he let him take the hit that broke his arm on the last mission…” Jean started but Scott jumped in “ He’s been acting strange since Magneto dropped that building on them! He seemed actually jealous that Remy was hurt worse than him!”

* Cyclops*

“ Yes Storm, what is it? Have you found anything?”

* Please come to Warren’s room. I believe I have. *

Scott started for the door “ I’m going to stay here with Logan.” Jean said, “ I think he will take the news about Remy better coming from me.” She leaned in and kissed her husband.

“ All right.” He turned to Hank, “ Make sure he doesn’t hurt her.” He stared at his friend letting him know that he trusted him to keep Jean safe from the man who could kill her in a moment in his current state of mind.

“ He’s in restraints. Even if he weren’t it will be days before he has the strength to even leave the bed. Jean will be fine. She is also correct in assuming the news will be easier to hear from her.” He sighed heavily, “ I have another patient to check on now if you will excuse me?”

 Hank’s heart was heavy as he made his way back to the end of the hallway to the small containment room. He looked in the window and saw that Warren was lying on the cot staring at the ceiling. When he slid the locking mechanism Warren jumped to his feet.

“ Hank? Oh thank God! Can I come out now?  How’s Logan doing? I’m really sorry he got stuck in the middle of all this but it couldn‘t be helped. I know I’ll be put on report I expected that-”

“ Warren, Remy is gone.”

“ I know! Sinister wanted him. He said he wanted his property back. His property! See, I was right all along!” He looked at Hank, confused by the sad expression on his face.
“ What’s wrong Hank?”

“ I am unable to believe that you could do that to your own teammates.”

“ He wasn’t a teammate! He was a murdering liar and a petty thief! Hank, come on, you‘ve got to believe me now!”

Hank turned and left the small room; making sure the door was secured before moving down the hall. He could still hear Warren screaming as he left and he didn’t bother to wipe the tears from his fur.

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Remy was freezing. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t speak. It was pitch black, even his sensitive eyes could find no light. Where am I? He thought to himself. He coughed and tasted blood. He vaguely remembered feeling sick. Suddenly memories assaulted him, Logan was thrashing, burning with fever! He started to reach for the phone to call Henri for help, then… nothing. He was in a lab but it wasn’t Henri’s. This one was colder somehow, more… Dieu Non! Sinister!  A light flashed on suddenly over his head sending burning stabs of pain through his head down into his spine. He fought back the nausea that washed through him. It couldn’t be happening again. Please, not again.

A door opened to his left and Remy watched, his eyes just slits and full of tears from the bright lights, as his own personal demon entered the cold, sterile room. “ Good. You’re finally awake. I was beginning to think that the drug Worthington gave you had caused permanent damage. You have been my…guest… for three days now. I’m sure you don’t mind that I’ve started my testing without your knowledge.  I told you long ago that I would come back for you.” He smiled; a sick, twisted look with his sharp teeth and thin black lips. “ Don’t look so surprised LeBeau, I own you. I will be needing some blood and to run a few tests.” Sinister walked up to the lab table and stuck a needle in Remy’s arm.
“ This was so much easier than I ever expected. Worthington was just what I needed; he slipped you the drug without any remorse. Don’t worry; Wolverine will recover…if they found him in time. McCoy will be able to figure out how to restart his healing factor. By the time he comes looking for you I should be finished with everything I need to do. I will allow them to find you and let you recover until the next time I have need of you.” he walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room and came back to stare down at Remy. “  I find that I have grown tired of hearing my test subjects scream so I have created this new drug. It’s fascinating really; just one shot of this mixture and you will be unable to speak for days! It will also make your limbs feel too heavy to move and it blocks the powers of mutants. It eliminates the need for restraints. No matter what you are exposed to you will be unable to fight or scream but I will be able to easily position you as I see fit. I tried the compound on a friend of yours, Victor Creed. He is not in a very good mood since it’s worn off I’m afraid.” He left the room through a different door shutting off the lights as he left and Remy looked frantically around for a way to escape. He blinked a few times as the drug began to affect him. He was freezing one moment and burning up the next, his joints all started to ache at the same time and the room began to spin. It was getting so hard to think. I been here three days?  Logan, Cher, please be all right. He shivered as the drug finally got far enough into his system to knock him out.

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Jean ran her fingers through her friend’s thick black hair wishing he’d wake but dreading it too. She knew it had to be her to tell him that his lover and teammate was missing. Storm was determined to find her brother. She hadn’t even stopped to sleep in the last three days that Jean had noticed. She sighed; she was going to have to go see Ro when she was through here with Logan. He moaned and she sat back in her chair letting him become fully aware of his surroundings.
 
“ Logan?”

“…Where?”

“ You’re in Hank’s lab. You’ve been here for three days.” Jean answered softly and calmly.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, “ What…happened?”

Jean stood and moved a little farther away from the dangerous man. “ You were drugged.”

His eyes remained closed and he whispered “ How?”

Jean began to pace around the room. “ Warren…Warren slipped it into your dinner three nights ago.”

His eyes opened then and he captured her gaze, “ Remy… where‘s Remy?”

She hated doing this. She’d never seen Logan like this. Never. He was so weak, he was barely hanging on as the adamantium that covered his bones slowly bled into his system and poisoned him. Hank said he wouldn’t die but that was hard to believe looking at the man in front of her. “ He’s gone…Sin-”

“NO!” He weakly raised a hand and ran it through his hair. “ No…”

Hank entered and carefully eased his hand back down. “ I don’t want you to pull out the IV. We‘ve been looking non stop, we‘ll have him home in no time.”

“ Not soon…enough.” He tried to move to get up but found he was exhausted from speaking. “Remy…”

Jean and Hank watched as he fell unconscious again. “ I’m going to find Scott, see if there has been any news.” Jean patted Hank’s shoulder and left the med lab. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her husband. Her eyes shot opened- “ Oh No!”
 
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Scott Summers slammed into the tiny containment room and in one move he grabbed the front of Warren’s shirt and threw him against the wall. “ What in Hell were you thinking?”  He held up a small packet of powder “ How… could… you!” He punctuated each word by banging Warren against the wall.

“ Calm down Slim! Wolverine will be fine! Sinister promised not to kill him. He just wanted LeBeau!” Why were they all so mad? It was just the thief.  He saw the rage on Cyclops’ face even without seeing his eyes. Scott let him go and turned around, his fists were so tight his knuckles were white. Warren sat on the edge of the bed. “ Slim, I know I shouldn’t have gotten Wolverine involved but the guy’s practically glued to LeBeau!” He looked down at the tiled floor, his voice just above a whisper now. “ Do you know… that ever since that mission with Magneto I’ve had nightmares every night. I feel my wings being broken and destroyed. I see LeBeau, he’s laughing at me!  One night a couple weeks ago I went flying… Sinister came to me, he said he’d help; he promised that the nightmares would end if I helped him get LeBeau back. You know what? He was right! I’ve slept like a baby since the traitor is gone!”
 

Scott’s fist came from nowhere. Warren shook his head and held his jaw, trying to figure out how he ended up on the floor. When he came out of his daze he looked up at his friend and swallowed hard. Cyclops stood over him like some kind of mythical god ready to pass judgment. “ I’ve called the Professor on Muir; Rogue and Bobby will be escorting you there so that you can receive treatment. I would have kept you here for Wolverine to play with.” Without another word he left and a dazed and confused Angel leaned back against the wall trying to figure out what he had done wrong.

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Jean met Scott outside the room. She gently lifted his hand and touched the bruising knuckles. “ Do you feel better now?” She asked quietly. He pulled his hand back and rubbed it. “ No. Not really. I wanted to bash his head against the wall. He’s so calm about everything. He honestly can’t understand why we’re mad at him. Storm found a packet with residue of the drug in it. I’m sorry honey it’s just… with the Professor gone I feel responsible! Gambit’s still just a kid. I remember what it’s like in Sinister’s lab. He’ll never be the same.” He hugged his wife. “ How’s Logan? Did you tell him?” Jean wrapped an arm around his waist as they walked down the hall. “ It’s so hard seeing him like this. He was devastated when I told him.” Scott kissed her hair, “ Let’s go to the boat house, I don’t want to be around when Rogue and Bobby take Warren away.”
 

With Bobby on one side and Rogue on the other Warren was taken to the Blackbird. When they passed the med lab he looked in and saw Logan lying in bed, IV’s in his arm. He turned and caught Warren’s eye. With most of his strength he called out to Angel
“ You feel better…now? S…Sinister’s gonna… gonna send that kid to Hell …over… and over. You…you feel…good…about that?  I bet ya heard…that revenge is sweet… I’ll sh…show ya revenge …when I get… Remy back… Let ya look… in his eyes…see the …see the bitter taste of…revenge.” Tears streaked down his face as he turned away from the stunned trio in the hall and slowly lifted an arm to cover his eyes. Rogue gave Warren a little shove and they continued on their way; Logan’s quiet words echoing in their ears, his tear stained face etched in their minds.

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Storm looked up as the Blackbird streaked across the sky. She was so tired but every time she felt like resting she thought of Remy. He was already hurt, his recently healed arm re-broken on a mission he never should have been on. She knew Warren would never watch his back. Ever since the mission where Magneto caused a building to collapse on them and Remy almost single-handedly saved the team. Everyone was so proud of her brother. He was in a great deal of pain and yet he managed to free Warren and bring Logan back from his feral side. She smiled when she remembered the surprised look on his face as everyone congratulated him. He had no idea what to make of all the attention and praise.  Scott had promised to keep an eye on him for her. Even though Logan was his lover and protector now, she refused to give up her rights as his unofficial big sister to worry about him too. Warren had watched the hit coming Jean told her when they returned. She had sensed it too late to stop it and her brother was hurt. Now, just two weeks later, Warren betrayed him again, handing him over to Sinister. She closed her eyes and drew in the strength of the Earth. If her brother had to endure the tortures of Sinister then she would endure being tired until he was safely home. She said another prayer to the Goddess that he would return soon.

 
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Logan shivered from the pain and nausea that were trying to overcome him. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate, tried to ignore the poison that wanted to kill him. He could feel his healing power fighting it back but it was so weak now. He couldn’t move; all he could do was remember that night three days ago now. Three days. What had Sinister done to his lover? He cursed his weakness. He should have sensed something was wrong. In hindsight it was so obvious. Worthington had been nice to them! Brining them their dinner up in their room! Asking the kid how his arm was! How could he have been so blind? Remy was in a lot of pain. It was the same arm that was broken three months before. Logan and Storm both tried to get him to take more time but the second Hank cleared him for missions he was back at it! The first two had been no problem so Logan started to relax again.

 When he learned Warren was involved with his young lover being injured he confronted the man, cornered him while Hank fixed the kid up again. He swore it was unintentional and Logan could smell that he really believed it. Was that the first sign that Wings was nuts? He was too concerned about Remy, and Wings kept his distance, so Logan didn’t think anymore about it. The kid was going to be okay, this break wasn’t as bad as the last but Logan knew his lover was in a lot of pain even if he denied it. Remy had a bad reaction to the pain meds; he was dizzy and weak and was forced to stay in bed for a couple of days. When Wings brought up Chinese takeout Logan hadn’t thought twice about feeding it to his lover. They shared chopsticks, Logan feeding Remy then himself. Remy said he didn’t feel well and the two of them went to bed early. He remembered feeling hot, thrashing in the bed. He remembered the scared look on Remy’s face as he lost his own battle with nausea and tried to reach the phone to call for help. He remembered Remy calling his name as the feral side of his mind took over.
 
“ I’m so sorry darlin’, I fed the shit to ya. Shoulda tasted it; shoulda known. They’re gonna find ya darlin. Hold on fer me, just hold on.”

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Three more days crawled by and Logan’s healing factor was slowly returning to its normal strength. He carefully rose from the bed he’d been confined to for the better part of a week and walked to Hank’s office.

“ Logan, sit down! You should be resting.” Hank pulled out a chair by his desk and Logan dropped down into it.

He reached across the desk and took a long gulp of Hank’s coffee, “ Have they found anything?”

Hank looked away from his desperate friend, “ Nothing. Wherever he is hiding this time he doesn’t want any interruptions.” His head snapped up and he met Logan’s shocked gaze,
“ I’m so sorry Logan. I didn’t mean-”

Logan shook his head, “ No, it’s okay. I know yer all doin’ yer best. I feel like such a bastard for not helping. He’s my lover for Christ’s sake!”

Hank stood, “come my friend” he waited for Logan to rise before he headed back to the small room Logan had called his for the last week. “ You have been busy trying to stay alive.” He showed Logan the tapes from one of the monitors in the room. “If this had fallen just one more point you would have died. You aren’t immortal Logan. Now you need to get back in this bed and rest. Remy may need a lot of care when we bring him home. You will need to be strong for him. Lay back down, I promise I will tell you the moment we have him.”

Logan sighed and got back into the bed. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about his lover in the hands of Sinister. As Hank started for the door he quietly asked, “ How’s Wings doin?”

Hank was shocked momentarily by the question but turned and sat on the edge of Logan’s bed, “ The Professor has been working with him nearly non-stop since his arrival on Muir Island three days ago. In his last report he said he felt that Warren would be able to return to the team in time. He said he expected a breakthrough soon.”

“ Good, cause when he does come back I’m gonna have a few words for him myself.” He was quiet for a while and when he spoke again there was an enormous amount of pain in his voice.
“ I wanna kill him Hank. I wanna rip him apart for what he did. God Blue, Remy’s been with that sick bastard for days! He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this! He didn’t hurt anybody! I remember he looked so scared. I remember him callin my name…”

Hank stood and walked to the head of the bed. “ Logan, I truly wish that I could give you comfort. All any of us can do at this point is continue to look for Remy. We will find him. He will come home.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say to the man to ease his worry or pain.

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Remy closed his eyes and tried to ignore the cold hands on his skin. He hurt all the way down to his bones. The tests never ended, the drugs just kept coming. He finally found a way to separate himself from what was happening and now it felt like he was floating above his body; watching as Sinister moved him around and did…things to him. He swallowed hard as Sinister cursed under his breath and sat up. “Creed!”
Victor Creed slowly walked into the cold little room. “ You bellowed?” He smiled down at the young Cajun and licked his lips.

“ Behave yourself and I may let you play with him when I’m through. The veins in this arm are useless now. Remove the cast so I can get to the other arm.”

 The huge mutant looked bored as he reached down and without blinking smashed the cast down on the hard metal table until it broke into pieces. He brushed the pieces of plaster off the table and dropped the broken arm. “ Anything else?”

Sinister lifted a needle and plunged it into the fresh vein. “ No. I will call you if I require anything more.”

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 Remy wanted nothing more than to die. He had no idea how long he’d been here now, minutes felt like years. He was weak from the amount of blood that the mad man had taken and his different reactions to the drugs. He’d been awake when Sinister cut into his body, he could feel him poking around… inserting things, maybe removing things. He couldn’t move a muscle; luckily Sinister had given him a painkiller for that. He choked on his own vomit when Creed broke the cast; it had just been too much when he felt the bone break the skin. He turned his head and spit out the vile tasting fluid but not before he breathed some into his lungs.

“ Relax LeBeau, I’m almost done. A few more vials of blood and a few more tests and I will let the X-Men find you.” Tears left Remy’s eyes. He was embarrassed that he was showing this much weakness. He’d been trained by the best to hide all emotion from an enemy but to hear the nightmare was almost over was too much.

 As bad as it had been he had survived. Henri could probably undo anything the bastard had done to him. The drugs would all wear off in time. He watched Sinister walk away from the table and allowed himself to imagine Logan caring for him, helping him heal. A hint of a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth and Sinister cocked his head to the side,
“ Mr. LeBeau I would wipe that smile from my face if I were you. I have saved the best for last you see… well maybe you won’t. He forced Remy’s eyes open wide and inserted contacts then he added drops and stood back, he watched in fascination as the boy opened his mouth and tried to scream…

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Sinister looked up at the mutant and captured his gaze. “ You have served me well Victor, as a reward you may spend some time alone with the boy until the X-Men arrive to collect him. Take him to the old school over on Henderson Road. You may do as you please as long as it has no permanent effect on him. I will need him again and I will need him to be sound in body and mind. He is a bit weak from the last test.”

Creed smiled down at the man. Sinister gave him the creeps truth be told but he wasn’t going to let him know that. “ Sure Boss, His mind ain’t the part I want anyway.”

Remy lay alone in the dark and shivered. He was so cold. It was a different kind of cold than the Arctic though. This felt more like he was standing outside of…well, death. He’d be going home soon though; Sinister was a lot of things but the one good thing about the man was that he didn’t lie. If he said you would be punished, you were punished. If he said you could go… He heard the door open and was glad for the moment that he couldn‘t see. The heavy footsteps and foul stench gave the huge mutant away before he opened his mouth. All Remy could do was wait as the man known as Sabretooth stalked up to the table. “ Looks like it’s my turn to play with ya kid. The only thing the boss said was that ya had to be alive for the next time he needed ya.” He shut the door and despite all the drugs in his system, Remy LeBeau finally screamed.

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“Hank! We found him! Get your bag and get to the Blackbird!”  Scott screamed into the lab as he jogged past on his way to the jet. He made sure Jean had Logan far away on a walk around the mansions grounds. It was her job to keep him busy and away from the lab until they were on their way. He would insist on coming and although his healing factor was completely restored Scott wasn’t taking any chances. They’d come so close to losing the Canadian this time it scared him. It was going to be hard enough to keep him out of the way when they returned.

 ~ Be careful Scott. I’ll do my best to keep him busy. ~

 Scott thought back to his wife as they lifted off ~ I hope there’s enough of Remy left to bring home. ~

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                                                               TBC

Next part: Charles and Warren talk. Logan tries to deal with what Sinister and Sabretooth did to Remy.