LeBeau felt the Savior carefully but firmly release his clothes from
Cajun's grisp, and his eyes involuntary filled with tears. No, he
couldn't be betrayed his way, not like this, not by his Savior! The
time seemed to stop, as Wolverine made two eternally slow steps to
the cell door. Three blades slid out, the blades that fascinated him
so much were now gonna hive freedom to his nemesis. Remy bit hard
into his lip not to make a sound, when claws slid along the lock,
slicing it in two.

Creed grinned nastily, as he stepped out of the cage. "Good runt" he
grunted and gave LeBeau a dirty look. "Good evening, my toy…" this
moment a rough hand closed over his throat.
"I let you out for you not to make a noise. Yet don't forget I've got
a mouth too, and I can prevent our escape no less then you can."
Logan growled under his breath.
Creed stepped back, freeing himself. "You won't risk Cajun's life,
runt." He rumbled, yet the nasty grin didn't return to his face.
Sure, Logan wouldn't make an uproar on nothing, he wanted to get out
along with that unworthy kid. Still, Sabertooth too wanted out badly,
and he wasn't gonna risk.

They sneaked to the door, and Logan sliced through it soundlessly,
almost without slowing down. Another corridor, dim and dirty, met
them outside. One by one, they crawled along the walls, aware of
people present in the rooms nearby. Extreme silence had to be granted
from now on, even Creed seemed to realize it, since he kept distance
from Remy, so the kid won't freak out from accidental touch.

The next door Logan had almost sliced through, when he heard firm
footsteps on the other side. Without a word, he grabbed kid's hand
and ran to the other end of the corridor, Creed closely behind him,
until they reached a small door in the wall. Wolverine quickly sliced
through the lock, and got inside, pulling the kid with himself, Creed
pushing them further inside and closing the door behind his back.
The darkness claimed them, and instantly the click of the light had
been heard. A thin line of light appeared between the door and the
wall, showing the escapees they had hid just in time. The footsteps
were heard outside, along with male voices.

Three men appeared to be stuck in a small closet, their bodies
pressed closely to each other, barely letting them breath. Remy
didn't have a slightest opportunity to shift, getting sandwiched
between Savior's body and… he squirmed lightly as the realization
hit him. The tormentor's body was pressed all along his own, he could
feel his barrel chest moving, his heavy hot breath on his skin… too
close… his own breath caught in his throat in a bulb that he couldn't
swallow.

Creed was listening to the outside activity, when his hearing caught
kid's erratic heartbeat. Frowning slightly, he switched his attention
to the Cajun, then a broad smile maintained his features. He glared
at the boy, almost eating him up with his gaze alone, feeding on his
fear, taking off at the fact the kid couldn't move away or even
squirm, much less could he scream, too afraid to uncover them.
Shifting slightly, he brushed his crotch over fellow's, sensing
Acadian's inaudible gasp. Not wanting to draw Logan's needless
attention, he shifted just one more time – enough to get his hand to
the kid's thigh.

Remy's eyes got wide, as he felt tormentor's hand travel over his
thigh, moving higher to the space right between his legs. He tried to
shift, but found out he couldn't – Wolverine's and Sabertooth's
bodies took almost all space of the closet. Chocking in sheer terror,
he bit in his lip, as the hand moved up and pressed onto his lower
abdomen. He jumped, as rough clawed fingers stroked lazily over his
clothes covered cock, and a moan of fear escaped his lips.

Logan was caught in trying to understand what was going on outside by
sounds and scents he received. There were four men outside, two of
them armed with guns. They didn't seem to pay much attention to the
closet, and Logan was intended to keep the things that way when the
kid squirmed and moaned in terror. Reflexively Wolverine put his hand
over Cajun's mouth tight. ~Damn, the kid's been in a Guild, thought
he ain't that wailer.~ He switched back to his feelings.

Remy's eyes widened as the claws traced over his cock once again,
then slid up to the waistband of his pants and circled his navel
lazily, making him squirm. The Savior's hand was firm over his mouth,
and LeBeau barely held from sobbing. The tormentor was torturing him
again, and the Savior was acting on his side. ~they'll use you as
what you are, Remy. They'll use you as a whore as soon as they get
out…~ the prospect of being taken again feared the hell outta him,
but still the stinging feeling of being betrayed so severely pinned
through him so hard tears began to form in his eyes. They filled his
eyes past capacity and streamed down his cheeks and over the Savior's
hand that was over his mouth…

Logan sensed one of the men leave the room, when something wet ran
over his hand, then again, pushing him from `observation' to reality.
He sniffed the air to feel the salty scent in the closet. The scent
like… His hand traced up kid's cheeks, feeling the wet tracks on the
velvet skin. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of Creed's sick grin
before the maniac managed to subside it.

Sabertooth was ready to retrieve his paw not to get so obviously
caught, when rough fingers closed over it. Victor barely managed to
contain a groan, ad his wrist snapped under the pressure of
opponent's superstrength. It looked like the runt took the collar off
already, perhaps here, since he remembered seeing it on him last
time. ~Damn you, fucking runt, wanna have his ass for yourself?!~ he
roared mentally, yet didn't trust his voice enough to tell it now –
he wasn't sure if he could keep it low enough due to anger mixed with
pain.

Remy felt the hand retrieving from his body, then another hand
brushing his hip. Then tormentor's eyes watered in pain, and Savior's
hand pulled him closer. He felt warm breath on his ear before soft
words reached his mind. "He ain't gonna hurt you, kid" they were said
so quietly Remy doubted even Creed had heard them.

Sabertooth softly whimpered in pain – the unhealing wrist was
wrenching the hell out of him; LeBeau was leaning back to Logan,
relieved the Savior didn't betray his own principles; as for
Wolverine, he appeared to be the one concentrating on the
surrounding, noticing one more man went away, but two new came into
the corridor. He locked out a small part of him deep there, the one
that was craving to kick Creed butt hard, and then to kiss Remy all
over.

It came to a moment he thought they'd be here forever, and those men
would never leave. Creed even started considering jumping out and
slicing them open, and it was only some weak strings holding him from
that deed. Suddenly a high-pitched sound seared through the building,
and soldiers ran out of the corridor in a brief moment.

The trio got out of the closet in relief, Creed still nursing his
abused wrist. "Whazza fuck?!" he growled quietly at Logan. "Was just
fingering that cheep whore…"

Wolverine just motioned him to shut up, and that bare reaction shut
Sabertooth's mouth close. "That sound…" he stood there for one more
second, until he heard a bunch of feet hitting the floor. He turned
sharply to the mutants and hissed "It's an alarm, guys! They found us
fucking missing!"

Remy didn't quite remember how they managed to get out. The bunch of
corridors and doors mixed in a kaleidoscope that just made no sense.
He had been dragged forward, sometimes by Savior, sometimes by
Tormentor – he couldn't define. They just ran, ran and ran, among
shouts and yells and shots.

Somewhere in the process the burning spread in his side, and he
stumbled, but was roughly pulled up and went on running, the pain
pulsating rhythmically with every step he made. At some point his
legs gave way, and he got dragged over the floor for several feet
before getting yanked over someone's shoulder. ~the ground is low, so
it must be Savior~ he thought, when the ground started spinning and
the colors around became weirdly intense. Then there was darkness.

Logan threw Cajun's limp body over his shoulder, not bothering to
think why did he actually go limp. All he could think of was to run,
slice doors open and run again, looking for the way out, irritated by
the sharp sounds of gun shots and something sticky that was soaking
into his shredded shirt.

They managed to find the way out somehow, though if someone asked him
to show it once again, Wolverine knew for sure he won't be able to.
Outside they spotted a car park, and they needed not a full moment to
get inside one of the vehicles. As Logan was kicking Remy on the
backseat, Creed had already found two right wires to link. The engine
roared, and the car took off, breaking through the gates.

Wolverine could still hear the shooting and shouting back there, some
more engines started, yet there was a forest right near the prison,
with ground flat enough to drive. Logan was ready to suggest Victor
to turn there, when the tall mutant turned the wheel, driving off the
road and into the woods. ~They'll probably look for us on the main
road~ he thought. ~No way they track us down here – unless they have
helicopter~ he truly hope they didn't have one.

Logan's mind was slowly cooling down. Creed's must have been too,
since he winced and finally took the injured hand off the wheel,
resting it on his lap seeking comfort for hurting bones. Logan closed
his eyes at the cold night air that blew in his face through the
window, and would have thought he's in heaven, if not that sticky
feeling on his back. He absently sniffed the air. Blood. Fresh blood.
Not his own.

In a flash he was already off the seat crawling to the backseat,
where Remy's prone body was lying. Dark jacket – the one the cellmate
had given them eternity ago – was soaked in blood past capacity,
crimson droplets dripping on the floor of the car.

Gently removing the clothes, he eyed the bullet wound in kid's side.
The bullet must have been inside, but he had nothing to get it out,
just his fingers. Though there was little Logan knew about infection –
no need with his healing – yet he was sure his fingers weren't
sterile enough to root in the wound. Besides, they were way too thick
for that delicate procedure.

"Stop the car" he called, and Creed turned to him suspiciously,
giving slight glance to the kid and for the first time realizing
Acadian got wounded.

"We gotta move, runt" he growled.

Logan gritted his teeth. In a moment his fist was pressed to Creed's
head, claws ready to jump out. "Stop the car, damn you."

With bored face Sabertooth obliged. The moving stopped and the engine
silenced. Logan took his fist away. "Get over here, Creed" the taller
mutant lazily turned around. "Couldn't ya just kick him out on the
move?" he muttered, frustrated their escape was delayed due to some
stupid kiddo.

Wolverine eyed the wound, then glanced at Sabertooth. "We need to get
the bullet out. You can do that, if you extend your claws." He was
speaking quietly, yet his voice was dripping with something cold as
ice and sticky as blood.

Creed pulled his lips into a grin. "We need?" he shook his head. "No,
runt, it's you who needs to get that damn bullet out of that damn
whore, but as for me I don't care if he lives of dies." Ignorantly,
he turned away, giving no attention to Wolverine's frustrated growl.

"You get it out, motherfuckers."

Creed shrugged. "I won't."

"You will." Logan took a deep breath. "Listen, Creed. If you take it
out nicely I cut off your collar." In silence he was waiting for an
answer. ~Come on, Creed. I know the wrist must be killing you. Come
on, damn you to hell!~

A soft grunt came from the driver's seat. Then the door opened and
Sabertooth got out, his huge frame dark and scary in the dim light of
the morning. "Get him outside – I can't operate in there."

The kid was laid down on the grass, and Creed kneeled over him,
pulling the edges of the wound to the sides. Logan winced, as more
blood flew out. "Careful, damn you" he muttered, but didn't move.
Sabertooth extended thumb and index claws on his healthy hand and
slowly inserted them into the wound. Wolverine gritted his teeth at
the sight, feeling as if it were his own guts Creed was pushing his
claws into.

The kid's hand spasmed slightly, then relaxed, yet no moan followed
out of Cajun's lips, just a soft sigh. Sabertooth shifted his claws,
then again. ~Get it over with!!!~ Logan roared mentally, yet he
somehow managed to keep his mouth shut throughout the whole thing.
Finally Creed's hand froze and slowly pulled back, careful not to let
go of the small object. As three inches of blood-covered claws
finally felt kid's body, Sabertooth turned to Logan and dropped a
small bullet on the ground. Then pointed on his collar.

Without a word Wolverine released an index claw and cut though the
metal. Victor winced, as the bones in his wrist kicked into places
and healed.

Paying no more attention to his enemy, letting the back of his mind
watch for possible attack, Wolverine shifted back to the kid. Without
thinking, his still released claw sliced his other hand, letting the
healing blood flow into the kid's wound. The slice healed, and Logan
slashed it open again, then again, until he was sure the kid had
enough. Then he took off his shredded shirt and encircled it over the
kid's waist twice, tangling the sleeves together.

Carefully he put the kid onto the backseat of the car, and only after
that turned to Creed. "You're coming?" He didn't know why did he ask
that. Maybe because they escaped together, and it didn't seem right
to kick Victor off now. He was almost grateful when the killer shook
his head.

"No, pal, I've had enough of you X-men." With that he turned around
and disappeared in the woods. Logan knew the merc would find the way
to the city easier than a kid finds a candy in a cookie jar, and for
the very first time he was secretly glad about things being this way,
about him and Creed having the equal chances to complete the escape.
It was right. It was fair.