The Experiment: Prologue
A/N: This is my first X-Men story, so please don't flame, but do review. Also, this story is going to be a little different than the comic, you'll see later in the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or it's characters, just my own characters.
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Prejudice is a strong feeling.
It is shown in many forms.
There is Friends of Humanity for instance.
Killing mutants just because they're different.
Then there's the government.
Trying to pass the Mutant Registration Laws.
But the story doesn't start that far back.
It starts twenty years before then.
With a government experiment gone wrong.
An idea that scientists said that would wipe out "Muties" forever.
A program supported by Senator Kelly.
A program supported by Friends of Humanity.
This is the story of the subject.
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Twenty years ago
~Meghan's POV~
I crouch down on the track, feeling the pavement pressed against my fingers.
I look ahead, and hear, "Get set, GO!"
I sprint forward, going slow at first, but then start going full speed.
Nobody knows about my secret.
I'm a mutant.
My parents know, and by accident my track coach knows.
The wind whistles by now, everything's a blur.
I can run as fast as a gazelle.
Fourty-five miles per hour.
I'm also incredibly thin.
My stomach is tucked in, like a cheetah's.
Finally, I can fire energy beams from my hands.
I slow down, starting to get tired.
I stop in front of the coach, "how far?" I ask taking deep breaths.
"Three miles, good job, a quarter-mile more than last time."
"Thanks,"
I also have wonderful endurance.
I run every day.
That's how I got caught.
He went to pick up some equipment, and he spotted me running laps at full speed.
I expected him to turn me in.
Instead, he offered to help me out.
I never run full speed at track meets, I keep my speed slow, strides short.
I still beat everyone, though.
"See you tomorrow," he says, waving goodbye.
I wave back to him, and pick up my bag with the high school logo on it and take a swig of water from my water bottle.
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In the parking lot, next to the track
~General POV~
"Is that her?" A man asks, sitting in the front seat.
"Yes, I've seen her run, she's a mutie all right." The coach, the same one who was clocking Meghan a second ago, says.
"Did you drug the water, like we asked you to?" The other man asks.
"Yes, she'll feel tired any second now, and then you can grab her."
"I know you wanted to turn her in as soon as you saw her, but we had to make sure she was a mutie first." A second man explains.
"With the time that this mutie is doing, there's no way that she isn't," the coach replies.
"Well I'm glad that you're a member of Friends of Humanity, we needed your help to get a mutie for this experiment."
"Anytime, for something that will wipe out the mutant menace." The coach says, smiling coldly.
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~Meghan's POV~
I yawn as I stumble through the parking lot.
Why am I so tired?
I'm usually never this tired.
Even after my second workout.
What's going on?
I stagger a little bit to the side, and my legs buckle.
I take another swig of my water, just noticing that the water tastes a little funny.
Everything's starting to be a little blurry.
Oh no.
I just realized why the water tastes funny.
It's drugged.
Before I can react to this bit of news, I hear the screeching of tires.
I try to jump out of the way of the van, but my reflexes are slowed because of the drug.
Two pair of hands reaches out from the van and grab me, roughly dragging me into the van.
I struggle as best as I can, but a damp cloth is pressed against my mouth and nose.
The last thing I see before everything goes black is the triumphant face of the track coach.
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if it dragged, but I had to start it that way. Until next chapter, please review.
A/N: This is my first X-Men story, so please don't flame, but do review. Also, this story is going to be a little different than the comic, you'll see later in the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or it's characters, just my own characters.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Prejudice is a strong feeling.
It is shown in many forms.
There is Friends of Humanity for instance.
Killing mutants just because they're different.
Then there's the government.
Trying to pass the Mutant Registration Laws.
But the story doesn't start that far back.
It starts twenty years before then.
With a government experiment gone wrong.
An idea that scientists said that would wipe out "Muties" forever.
A program supported by Senator Kelly.
A program supported by Friends of Humanity.
This is the story of the subject.
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Twenty years ago
~Meghan's POV~
I crouch down on the track, feeling the pavement pressed against my fingers.
I look ahead, and hear, "Get set, GO!"
I sprint forward, going slow at first, but then start going full speed.
Nobody knows about my secret.
I'm a mutant.
My parents know, and by accident my track coach knows.
The wind whistles by now, everything's a blur.
I can run as fast as a gazelle.
Fourty-five miles per hour.
I'm also incredibly thin.
My stomach is tucked in, like a cheetah's.
Finally, I can fire energy beams from my hands.
I slow down, starting to get tired.
I stop in front of the coach, "how far?" I ask taking deep breaths.
"Three miles, good job, a quarter-mile more than last time."
"Thanks,"
I also have wonderful endurance.
I run every day.
That's how I got caught.
He went to pick up some equipment, and he spotted me running laps at full speed.
I expected him to turn me in.
Instead, he offered to help me out.
I never run full speed at track meets, I keep my speed slow, strides short.
I still beat everyone, though.
"See you tomorrow," he says, waving goodbye.
I wave back to him, and pick up my bag with the high school logo on it and take a swig of water from my water bottle.
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In the parking lot, next to the track
~General POV~
"Is that her?" A man asks, sitting in the front seat.
"Yes, I've seen her run, she's a mutie all right." The coach, the same one who was clocking Meghan a second ago, says.
"Did you drug the water, like we asked you to?" The other man asks.
"Yes, she'll feel tired any second now, and then you can grab her."
"I know you wanted to turn her in as soon as you saw her, but we had to make sure she was a mutie first." A second man explains.
"With the time that this mutie is doing, there's no way that she isn't," the coach replies.
"Well I'm glad that you're a member of Friends of Humanity, we needed your help to get a mutie for this experiment."
"Anytime, for something that will wipe out the mutant menace." The coach says, smiling coldly.
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~Meghan's POV~
I yawn as I stumble through the parking lot.
Why am I so tired?
I'm usually never this tired.
Even after my second workout.
What's going on?
I stagger a little bit to the side, and my legs buckle.
I take another swig of my water, just noticing that the water tastes a little funny.
Everything's starting to be a little blurry.
Oh no.
I just realized why the water tastes funny.
It's drugged.
Before I can react to this bit of news, I hear the screeching of tires.
I try to jump out of the way of the van, but my reflexes are slowed because of the drug.
Two pair of hands reaches out from the van and grab me, roughly dragging me into the van.
I struggle as best as I can, but a damp cloth is pressed against my mouth and nose.
The last thing I see before everything goes black is the triumphant face of the track coach.
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if it dragged, but I had to start it that way. Until next chapter, please review.