Blitzed Flashback
“Where is your organisation based?” barked a man in ill-fitting protective gear, glaring at Logan, who was slumped on the floor, too doped to move. His right cheek and both his knees were pressed against the cold ground, tied-up arms between his legs.
His left eye’s lids fluttered.
“...whuhh...Whassat’?” he murmured, attempting to look up at whoever was speaking with his open left eye, but everything was too muddled and blurry for him to recognise anything “...who’sh sh’peakin’?” This didn’t smell like the mansion.
Logan felt a dull pain tap his ribs, as if he’d been roughly nudged.
“You heard me, runt,” the man spat, circling him “Where is your little freak-show based? You tell us that, and we’ll let you go.”
He didn’t remember anything past...an explosion. Something about Gambit, there was something about Gambit…
Logan’s mind fished from his memory a whirl of comforting colour, chocolate brown hair and magenta eyes, a voice with a thick accent tickling his ear, the smell of leather and expensive (stolen) aftershave - all sensations very, very faint, and the alleviation that it brought was momentary as a boot slammed itself into the middle of the hazy hologram.
“Urghh-?!” Logan expected the kick to his forehead would wake him up a little - it didn’t. It just shook his head’s contents up like a blender.
What happened? He’d been thinking about something, thinking - Gambit. And then...something kicked him. Kicked. Gambit. Gambit kicked him...why? He’d hurt...Logan had hurt Gambit. Gambit kicked him, because Logan hurt him
“...Rrrrrrrremy? Szzz’that you?” He’d hurt him “M’sorry, m’really sorry, didn’ wan’ you t’get hurt, s’all…”
“For fuck’s sake-” Logan heard a click “-tell Hibbert we can’t interrogate him now, over...he ordered for too much damn tranq! The fucker can’t understand a single-well, shit, maybe you sho-yes? ...alright...fine, I’ll do it, over n’out.”
A sigh.
“...rrrremmb-y?” Logan groaned, curling up slightly “...I can’t...can’t see…hurts bad...m’really sorr-”
Pain exploded across his forehead, and he fell back into uneasy oblivion.