Avalan! Me main muse!
Avalan: Oh no, she's inspired again… *walks away quickly*
Oh no you don't! *lassoes her muse* You
inspired me, so you're staying around to deal with it! Disclaimer please!
Avalan: This is the DISCLAIMER, meaning we own jack. Well, we know a jack at
least….
-_-… oh, that was a good one. Remind me to
call on you whenever I want a disclaimer that says just how pathetic I happen
to be…
Avalan: *rolls eyes*
Ahem. This is my first venture into X men Evo. I've been watching it avidly since it came out where I am, but so far, I've generally stuck to anime and matrix fics. I would really appreciate anyone who wants to review, even if it's just to critisize me, but please, no flames (Briar will deal with those, and that's not a good thing…).
Avalan: I don't think there are any warnings we need to point out beside muse abuse, *glares at Soulsearch* and perhaps swearing. It all depends on how the plot and characters develop.
*whacks him over the head* I don't abuse you, I discipline you. Anyway, on with the story!
Prologue: Escape from Hell
There were no windows. All the light in the institute was provided by halogen lamps and dim blubs. It was one of the gloomiest places in New York, inside and out. The architect wasn't going to win any awards.
A young man smiled grimly at that thought, and crept down one of the lower corridors. He had already broken out of his room, or cell, depending on how you viewed it, and blown the fuse box. He had about a minute before the backup generator kicked in.
He had been preparing for this for quite some time. In his walk times, when he was deemed with enough control to have 'limited human engagement' he had been tampering with the computers using the skills he had been taught. Biting the hand that fed him, but nevertheless, it had to be done.
First, he had accessed the blueprints of the base and memorised the best way out of the place from his 'room', then he had tampered with the generator to delay it for two minutes before it kicked in when the main power source was cut off.
Then all he had to do was find out when the guards were changing, and choose a date to escape.
That time had come. He had blown the lock, and destroyed the cameras, killed the fuse box, and headed towards the main computer room.
It was a simple matter to crack open the computer and steal the hard drive, there was no electricity in it, and he was fairly sure that it had files about him on it. Maybe he even had a last name. All his dog-tags told him was his date of birth, first name and initials.
His mother, if he had one, had named him Selwyn.
Shoving the sliding doors back open, Selwyn took silently off down the corridors, counting the doorways as he absently toyed with the cord dangling from the hunk of metal he had shoved in his pocket.
"Halt! What are you doing here?!"
An instant later, the light flickered back into life, illuminating the institute once more.
Selwyn was exposed, but if they were going to put him back in his cage, he was going to make it difficult for them.
"Dance." Selwyn said, frowning in concentration.
The ground beneath the security guard's foot exploded. He yelped, and jumped to the side, only to have the same thing happen to his other foot. This continued twice more, before the guard sprang forward, pulling out his baton.
The air around him exploded, and he was blown back, howling and liked by flames that had ignited his clothing and hair.
Selwyn felt sick, but forced himself to run past the carnage he created, ignoring the pleading cries from the man he had seriously injured.
'I'm sorry, but there's no way I could stay here anymore… you shouldn't have gotten in my way…'
*~*~*~*
The sky. It was so huge. Horrifyingly huge. Selwyn had seen it before in pictures and holograms, but not in living memory had he stood under it. It just seemed to go on forever.
His senses were attacking him with startling new sensations. The smell of real air, not recycled through and air conditioner. Hearing the wind through the trees, and birds calling. Pine needles under his bare feet. There was so much to take in.
But he had control now, no matter what the old man said, he could control his curse, and could go back out into society. For the first time in his life, Selwyn felt free.
An alarm sounded behind him, piercing the peace and simple nature. He whirled around, and glared at the facility for a second. What such an evil, ugly building was doing out amongst such beauty was beyond him.
But that didn't matter anymore.
Selwyn turned around again, and ran away through the trees.
Yahoo! I did it! the prolouge is SO done
with, and now (if anyone reviews) I'll start churning out chapters!
Avalan: Oh joy. More work for the already stressed muse…
Ignore him, but please review! My muses (and self esteem) need them to live!
