Note: This is an idea that has been floating around my head for a while. And if you've been reading my other story "Hunted", this story has absolutely nothing to do with that story
It was dark and fairly cold. She was wet with water. No, strike that. She was wet with sweat. At first she thought maybe she was in an underwater cave, like the ones she usually slept in when underwater. But she remembered, it was the dry season and she should be on land, driving cattle.
Decades of experience told her to keep calm. It was obvious she wasn't in the Australian Outback anymore. Wherever she was had people and mutants, though. Her best guess told her she was in a room with the lights turned off. Whatever she was sitting on was also soft, like a couch. After a few seconds of hesitation, she swung her legs over the edge of the couch and stood. Dizziness filled her head briefly but that was soon forgotten. She clanked around in the dark before finding a door. When she twisted the knob, she was surprised to see it was unlocked.
Voices filtered through her ears as she walked away from the room. It looked like she was in a house of some sort. It was big enough to house at least ten people she guessed. The room she was just in was on the second floor. Right now she was standing in an open room that had a window at one end and the stairs at the other end. Through the window she could see water, perfect.
The voices became louder, like two people were arguing. There was a growl, a clank of metal, and the shattering of something glass. The female walked over to the top of the stairs and crouched down; trying to see what was going on. At the bottom of the stairs was a living room that definitely looked lived in and then off to the right was a kitchen. Two guys were duking it out while five other guys were standing well out of their way.
She could smell it, all of them were mutants. Two were feral mutants, like her. The fighting stopped when one of the two brawlers saw her sitting up at the top of the stairs.
"Well, look who's awake finally!" He said rather cheerfully, despite the vicious battle that had just taken place.
The other six looked up at her and she suddenly felt uncomfortable sitting there so she ventured down to their level. Her senses were on high alert and she was ready to bolt out of the front door or a window if necessary.
"So, did you have a nice nap?" the one who'd spoken earlier asked.
She glared at him and then glanced at all the others. She was way outnumbered. Seven normal guys against her would've been no sweat but seven mutants, two being feral, was just suicide. So she'd play it cool.
"If that's what you want to call it, mate," her voice was heavily accented. "Where am I?"
"North America," the one who answered was smaller than the others but had a friendly air to him.
"Ah, crikey," the female slapped a clawed hand over her face. "Why?"
"You know, Stryker will answer that question for you as soon as he gets here." Once again the cheerful man answered. "I didn't catch your name."
"Brandi," she crossed her arms over her chest. "And I'm afraid I didn't catch any of your names, mates."
"Wade," the cheerful man answered.
"Victor," the man who had been brawling with Wade said.
"Chris," the smaller man smiled.
"Zero," the Asian male answered.
"Fred," the big man replied.
"John," the black guy said with a curt nod.
"Logan," the last one, one of the feral mutants, said.
"So when's this Stryker bloke supposed ta be here?" Brandi asked, though not giving away that she was really concerned.
"I have no idea where he was when he called," Wade gave a shrug of his shoulders. "So what can you do? What's your power?"
"I'm not gonna tell you right now," Brandi said sternly and she meant it. Rule number two in her book: never tell them what you can do because it gives away that element of surprise.
"Okay," Wade paused for a moment. "Got any family or friends?"
"You're a nosy goanna aren't ya, mate?" Brandi leaned up against the wall, looking relaxed but she still had her guard up.
"Oh, touchy subject," Wade nodded over his shoulder. "Those two are a little touchy with family too."
"Wade…" Victor growled warningly.
"See what I mean?" Wade walked off to another part of the house behind the stairs.
Brandi looked at Victor then Logan. They were the two feral mutants. They were a little touchy with family, huh?
"You two are brothers," Brandi stated, not asked. They had a familiar scent that she linked to them being brothers.
"Half brothers," Logan corrected.
"Ah," Brandi felt uncomfortable with the silence and looked down. Suddenly the white carpet seemed much more interesting then everything else.
The small group started to disperse into different parts of the house, uncomfortable by the same silence. Brandi slid to the floor and stared at the front door. She wanted to bolt for it even though she could feel Victor and Zero watching her. But another reason held her there. For some weird reason, she felt like it'd be disastrous if she left.
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