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It was supposed to be a simple mission, just a trip back in time, making sure certain things didn't happen and certain things did happen.
Just an average mission.
Until I got kidnapped by Anti-Mutant terrorists.
"Now, what's your name, boy?" The leader asked.
"Ralph Bohner," I said, somehow that was always the first name to pop into my head in these situations. Fucking hell, be more obvious, will you, me? "My name is Ralph."
"Don't worry, Mr. Bohner, we are going to cure you of your horrible condition," The main man said.
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A few days passed, and each day they would subject me too experiments that somehow grew more and more painful as the days went by.
I don't remember how long it was until X-Factor came, but when they did, almost everyone that they experimented on where dead and/or without their powers.
"They're all dead," A voice whispered, I glanced up, it was Rachel, she looked older than before, "Oh god, we're too late."
"Gather up bodies, we'll try and resurrect them back on Krakoa," Another voice said, this one was Northstar.
"Oh god, Logie? Is that you?" Rachel had found me, she attempted to pick me up, put me on her lap, but that sudden movement caused my whole body to explode in pain.
I couldn't fight off the small half sob half scream that came from my lips, everything hurt so goddamn much.
"Oh, Logie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Rachel said, the pain faded, it was still there, throbbing and aching but it didn't really hurt.
"Rachel? 'M sorry," I mumbled out before the whole world faded from my sight.
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When I did wake up, I was in a warm, orange coloured gloopy thing, I couldn't remember how I had gotten there or, for that matter, who I was.
'Logie, it's time to wake up,' A voice whispered in my head, I reached out to it, my hand pressed against the wall of this...cocoon before breaking through it and tumbling out, everything was too bright and too loud.
I was quickly wrapped in a towl, a man wearing a large, metal helmet touched my forehead, everything came rushing back.
"Come on, Logie, time to get up," Rachel said, she pulled me up, I wrapped the towl around me tighter, "Let's go get you some clothes, shall we?"
"Okay," I followed her out, after awhile we managed to get me some clothes that actually fit me.
"Hey, so we got your file from that building you were at, did you actually choose the name 'Ralph Bohner' again?"
"I panicked," I could hear how emotionless my voice was, which was strange seeing as I was feeling so many different things.
"Well, that makes sense," Rachel laughed and I remained silent, she must've noticed how silent I was as she paused and studied me, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's the fact that I got kidnapped and tortured, maybe it's the fact that I died," I said sarcastically.
"Look, I understand that you're going through a lot at the moment, but we need you to speak."
"'We?' Oh so this isn't a friendly conversation between siblings, that's great," I scowled and glared at the ground.
"It is! I just meant we are trying to find out who did all that to you."
"Well, I don't want to talk about it," I said, the images of all the devices came fluttering back into my head, I winced, trying not to think about it.
"Please can you at least show me?" She asked, she moved my hand from my side so that it was touching her cheek, I knew what she wanted me too do.
I focused and gently pushed the memories into her, I showed her everything that they had done, the way that they'd pushed medicine into us and all of the tests, the way that they would torture us through burning and beating.
Rachel yanked herself away, she looked terrified, I couldn't blame her.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"It's fine, I was the one that was bugging you too show me," She replied, shaking her head, she looked at me again, "I want to introduce you to some people."
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She led me off to a large building that she called 'The boneyard', she said that it was the place she and her team would go.
"Guys! I have a friend over, come meet him!" She called out to them, after a few minutes, we were all sitting in the kitchen and I was being questioned by Jean-Paul Beaubier.
"So why hasn't Rachel mentioned you before?" He asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"I don't know," I replied, I looked at Rachel who was looking rather embarrassed, "Why don't you talk about me?"
"I- err, I thought you were dead," She admitted.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"A mission went wrong, I had too make sure certain things didn't happen and certain things did happen."