Spitfire.
Chapter 1
In all my seventeen years, I've never been this cold. My body gave up shaking hours ago, instead it just spasms erratically. I couldn't move, couldn't scream, fight, or even breathe. A long tube was shoved down my windpipe, straight into my lung, supplying me with meager amounts of oxygen. Needles with tubes connected at the end ran into my arms, multiple colored substances running straight into my veins. A heart monitor was also beeping rather slowly in the background.
Beep, one mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi, four mississippi, five, beep.
Where am I, you ask? Well, hell if I know! I have yet to see past this stupid, frosted glass of an overgrown, frozen test tube that some humans shoved me in. You know those movies where some superhero gets hurt, so they put them in a tube with some funky, healing liquid? Yeah it was kind of like that, except I was an experiment. No healing juice for me.
Sigh, this all started when my brother and I were being chased, again, by a squad of military humans. We were doing fine, playing with them a little, getting them lost in fourteen miles of forest. But then, the worst noise I had ever heard cracked through my skull. I fell straight from a tree into a circle of them. Writhing on the ground they shackled me up, and gave me enough tranquilizers for a herd of elephants. What that noise was, I don't know. But it felt like my mind was being ripped in two.
It's been a good month or so after that and I'm still stuck in this damn tube. Alright, so it's actually been one month, three weeks, four days, seven hours, thirty-two minutes, and fifty-four seconds, but who's counting? I've done absolutely nothing except float here and daydreaming of getting busted out of here. Let me tell you, I might die of boredom before anything else. I was mostly stuck listening to those idiotic, human scientists talk about how 'extraordinary' or 'magnificent' I am.
You see, I'm a freak among freaks. I was the kind of mutant that would never fit in society. Humans scorned me, and mutants were intimidated by me. My brother and I are the only mutants of our kind. We were part dragon. Yeah, those giant lizards with wings, breathe fire, and eat children. Yup that's basically us in a nutshell, except the whole eating children thing. I was a fire dragon while my lovely brother; who has yet to find me, the lazy ass he is, is an earth dragon. Basically I breathe fire, he controls plants. Scales cover a little over half our bodies, mine in iridescent silver, his are a mix of black and green. We're also equipped with larger incisors, clawed hands, dragonish feet, slightly pointed ears, wings, tails, and a lot more. It's pretty cool, but you'll learn more about us as this whole thing goes on. Well If I ever make it out of here that is!
Speaking of my appearance I know that right now it wasn't very good. My long tail was missing dozens of scales along with two feathers. Yeah I have feathers, shut up. My wings ached horribly from their tight confinement and a slice of membrane was missing.
An average body temperature for me was pretty high, somewhere around 115- 130 degrees F. Currently it couldn't have broken sixty degree, dangerous for anyone, especially myself. My wounds for my capture a month ago were still open, the healing process halted. My body was more concerned with just keeping me alive.
Suddenly I heard a large explosion, the crunching of metal, and a ferocious roar that I immediately recognized.
Took you long enough.
My only reply was a low growl.
Jerk.
My comment was ignored, and if I could move my freaking mouth I would have smirked at his protective nature. Someone tapped the glass of my prison, echoing painfully in my ears.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Oww, watch it! I swear, If I make it out of those alive I'll never tap on a fish tank ever again!
Having gained a small amount of energy, while I was awake, I cracked open my eyes. My lashes were frozen together and pulled on each other painfully before allowing my vision to adjust.
Fury filled, green eyes connected with my own smoke colored eyes, before a scaly fist connected with the tube, shattering it. The icy liquid spilled to the floor, it's current violently pulling my body with it. Needles ripped away from my body, tubes were yanked out, and I was finally able to breath on my own. Sturdy arms pulled me from the floor rubbing violently on my arms to create heat.
"Hey, you still alive in there?" a deep growl of a voice asked me, poking lightly at my head. My body shook and after a few painful coughs, I nodded my head slowly.
"Pyro, a little help?" I heard my brother ask someone. Who the hell was Pyro? A mutant no doubt. Wait let me guess, his power has to do with fire?
Slow footstep made their way toward my brother and I. He laid me on the ground again, staring at the ceiling, then all I saw was a mix of red, orange, yellow, blue, and white engulf me. My body hungrily sucked the fire into my core, warming my entire body.
About a minutes passed before my temperature was fairly normal and I could move freely. Albeit I was a little weak and had a killer headache, but besides that I felt fine. The flames dissipated, revealing a teenage guy standing over top of me. Before I knew it my fighter senses kicked in. I was lower than he was, he had the advantage! I jumped to my feet, wobbled for a moment, and then growled fiercely in his general direction.
"Calm down girl, we're not here to hurt you," A deep elder voice informed me.
"Like hell you aren't and I don't take orders from you! Who the hell are you anyways?" My response was quiet, I could taste copper in my mouth as my throat stung from exhaustion. Growls and hisses ripped from my hoarse throat as I scanned the three strangers in the room.
I examined the teenage boy first. He didn't look like too much, I could beat him. An elder man stood in the middle of what used to be two giant metal doors, power and authority oozed off of him in waves. Automatically my growls quieted, he was powerful and I knew it. Lastly, was a woman, a covering of blue scales on her entire body. Yellow eyes stared fearlessly into my own. She looked almost like me, but held more of an air of self-assurance and superiority.
"Damien, what's going on?" I asked over my shoulder to my twin. He slowly rose to his feet and came to my side.
"Magneto," he nodded his head to the elder man, "Offered to help me break you outta here, give us a place to stay and everything."
"And in exchange?" Nothing came without a price, we'd learned that quickly enough in life.
"You, my dear, and your brother are to join my Brotherhood. Fight for the mutant's right to live, in this world ruled by the pathetic humans."
I knew what the Brotherhood was, heard a lot about them from my travels. Damien and I were actually seeking them out when I was captured. Humans had killed and tortured too many of my fellow mutants. Mutants were more superior than those damned homo sapiens could ever hope to be. We should be dominant, not them! I wanted revenge for the pain they have always put on my family and friends. I smirked at the prospect of revenge. My brother glanced at my expression smirked as well.
"I figured you'd go for it." Damien told me wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I stared Magneto right in the eye.
"When do we start?" I asked teeth bared in a playful grin of excitement.
"That's a girl." Magneto praised.