Backscene: These Chains that Hold Me Who: Logan, Elliot Ashdown Where: A prison in Trieste, Italy When: May 13, 1960 Summary: It isn’t the first time Logan’s found himself in prison. Elliot comes to interview the recent arrival to the Trieste prison. Rating: T for language
It wasn't the first time Logan had found himself in a prison. However, it was the first time he'd found himself in one for being downright stupid.
The job in Italy was supposed to be simple. Go in, take out the target, get out, get home and get paid. Of course, things hadn't quite gone that way. The target had a lot of protection. And not just the normal kind of protection with guns. That had been bad enough. Logan never really liked being shot. It hurt like a sonofabitch. Just because injuries couldn't kill him didn't mean he liked getting them. Pain was something he'd almost grown used to through the years, but it wasn't something he enjoyed.
It hadn't been the dozen or so bullets he'd taken in the back that had been his downfall, but the target's personal bodyguard. Sure, people like him were rare, but Logan had known that he wasn't alone in the world. He'd known that since Sabertooth had been after him in the mountains, he'd known it when he'd rescued a strange girl in the forests of North America. He knew it now. Sure, they were the same. But he didn't feel a kinship automatically with others like him. They'd proven, more often than not, that they could be assholes just like other people. Dangerous assholes with powers. It was much worse than some asshole with a gun an a Napoleon complex.
His fight with the mutant bodyguard had left him victorious, but badly wounded and exhausted. By the time the local authorities had arrived, he'd been healed enough to keep fighting. But that would draw the kind of attention he didn't need. It was one thing to go up against another mutant one on one, or use his abilities in battle where people would believe they'd had their minds play tricks on them. Taking on a group of police officers and making the evening news had not been on his list of things to do, so he'd surrendered.
That was how he found himself here, in this prison. He could have broken out at any time. But he'd gone through official channels instead. Contact with the Canadian embassy had allowed him to call in favors from his government. The strings had to be pulled, and red tape was in the way, but they'd promised to have him out within the month. He just had to manage not to go crazy during that time. After this, he'd be avoiding Italy again in the future. He preferred to lie low when he could. Being locked away in a prison as a run-of-the-mill criminal was preferable to being locked away somewhere else to be poked and prodded and studied like some experiment.
He knew exactly what the humans would do to him if they knew what he was.