Authors Note: This is the first story that I have ever posted, so please be kind. I'm really sorry if the formatting is terrible, I'm new to all of this but I'm trying my best. Also, I'd be really grateful if at least one person would be nice and review for me-you would make my day! Anyway, on with the story...
One More Star in the Sky
Chapter One (In which the end is only the beginning)
"Right men, that's the last experiment on this subject" Trask barked as he strode into the room.
Three lab-coated scientists surrounded the prone body of a teenage girl, a mutant, with pale skin and auburn hair and white hair, certainly no older than eighteen. They were carrying out tests on her. Trays around the bed she was strapped to contained vials of brightly coloured liquids, syringes and dangerous looking, stainless steel instruments.
"Terminate the project!" He yelled, slamming his hand down on the nearest surface. One of the scientists, the one stood closest to Trask threw him an angry look.
"Trask, you can't just 'terminate' the project! It's a life, a person, and you can't just end it because it suits your plans."
"The other three mutant test subjects have already been liberated from our other bases by a mutant vigilante group, its only a matter of time before they find this one too, I don't want to give them the satisfaction a fourth time! Now, Dr Hunter, unless you want to join this...this mutant," he threatened, looking at the girl like she was filth, "I suggest you shut up and follow orders!"
"Just because I agreed to perform these tests for you does not mean I'm going to kill for you!" Dr Hunter retorted.
"Well in that case," spat Trask, "I can find other people who can have the privilege of working on this project, now get out of my sight before I decide to make YOU my next subject!"
The doctor looked between the girl and Trask, obviously weighing up his options. He had nothing against mutants, but he was a scientist, and fascinated by the X gene, the gene that made mutants, mutants. However, he decided he had worked for this lunatic long enough; he pulled off his white coat and threw in to the floor, angrily storming out of the room.
He knew what would happen to this mutant, whether he was there or not, what Trask wanted, Trask usually saw that he got it. There was no difference to be made now, what's done would soon be done and he wanted no more part in it.
Trask looked back to the two remaining doctors, both now visibly scared. Both of them were much younger than Dr. Hunter, one of them was little more than a med student.
"Come on!" Trask yelled again, "Finish this!"
With shaking hands, the older of the two remaining doctors picked up a syringe from the nearest tray, filling it with an entire vial of clear liquid. Trask watched with a sadistic pleasure as the needle punctured the girls pale flesh and the fluid disappeared. There was then a long, loud beep from the heart monitors they had attached to her previously, indicating that she had flat lined.
Trask left the room and walked back down the gloomy, depressing corridors of his military base grinning evilly to himself. Now there was one less mutant in the world.
-o-o-o-o-
Rogue had very little recollection of what had happened to her during the time at the base. In truth, she wasn't sure how long she had even been there, the team of doctors had sedated her regularly and so she had been unconscious most of the time. In a way, she was grateful for that, she had felt very little pain during her stay there.
Now, she found herself floating above her own body, watching what was going on around her. She saw her pale, lifeless self being covered over with a sheet and a man and a woman in white coats carefully tidying away all the shiny instruments that had been used on her. After they were done, they silently left the room, the man holding the heavy door open for his female colleague.
Rogue stayed there though, not quite believing what had happened. It still wasn't quite sinking in, was this really the end? Would she never get to see her friends again? What had happened to the others that had been captured by Trask? She hoped to god that they hadn't met the same fate as her.
Suddenly from the top corner of the room, she saw a tiny speck of golden light shining through the wall. Gradually, the speck grew bigger, until it was a huge glowing hole in the ceiling. As it washed over her, Rogue felt an amazing sense of peace, not the fear a person would expect from such a situation, it had a wonderfully calming, soporific affect.
She felt herself moving with the light, it was taking her with it and it was out of her control to stop it. As the beautiful light began to leave the room, Rogue could feel herself floating away, back through the small hole that the light had originally come from. Eventually, all of the glow was gone, and so was Rogue.
For a while, all she could see was the light. It surrounded her completely obscuring everything else from view, like a thick fog. Finally, it cleared and Rogue found herself somewhere new, somewhere she didn't recognise.
She was standing outside a white wooden door, with two large frosted glass panels, one at the top, one at the bottom, separated by a little more of the white wood. Across the top panel of glass, at eye level and in frosted silver letters read the word "Reception."
Slightly confused, she knocked very slightly on the wood of the door and then turned the shiny silver handle, opening it and putting her head in to see what exactly the "Reception" was.
Behind the door was a large, white room and on the far side of the room, a woman sat behind a white wooden desk, quietly typing at a computer with a flat screen. The woman, who was obviously the receptionist, had curly auburn hair, which was neatly twisted up at the back of her head and fastened with a silver hairclip. She was dressed all in white; a smart white shirt with a white v-neck jumper over it was all that was visible from where Rogue was standing, but she was sure the woman was probably wearing white pants and shoes too.
The whole place was white. The walls, the floors, the chairs around the room; they were all white. It could have looked incredibly surgical and sterile, like a hospital waiting room but instead the white had a kind of celestial glow that made it look less severe.
"Ermm, excuse meh?" Rogue gingerly asked to get the woman's attention.
The woman looked up from her typing, and forced a slight smile at Rogue.
"Name please" She asked.
"Rogue"
"Full name" the receptionist added with a little contempt.
Rogue sighed and rolled her eyes. She hated her proper name; it was a grim reminder of a past she wanted desperately to forget.
"Marie Darkholme."
The receptionist nodded. "Right, let me just find your file..."
She turned back to the computer she had been working on previously, and began to click at the mouse, bringing up a set of new files. Eventually she appeared to have found the right one, which made her frown.
"Hmm, Marie Darkholme, we weren't expecting you here quite so soon."
"Here?" Rogue asked, she still had no idea where she had ended up
"Why don't you take a seat? Someone will be here with you shortly," the woman told her curtly, ignoring her confusion completely.
"But..." Rogue started.
"Seat!" the woman told her again, pointing at one of the comfy looking white armchairs that were opposite the reception desk.
Rogue stomped off and threw herself down into a chair. The receptionist went back to her typing, leaving Rogue alone and confused. The room was quiet except for the soft clicking of nicely manicured nails on computer keys.
After what seemed like a small eternity, the relative silence was broken by the high pitched ding of an elevator stopping at its final floor. It was then that a new door opened up to the right of the reception desk. Rogue hadn't really noticed it before, but it was most definitely an elevator, a fancy old fashioned one with a wrought iron gate that pulled across and glowing silver numbers above it that lit up, indicating the floor at which the elevator was currently moving through.
Out of the open elevator door stepped a young woman, certainly no older that her early twenties. She was tall and slim with slightly wavy golden blonde hair that fell down just past her shoulders and was tied back into a half ponytail. Like the receptionist, she was also dressed completely in white with smart white suit pants, white high-heeled round-toed shoes and a white sleeveless top with a low V-shaped neckline.
"Hi" she greeted Rogue brightly in a distinct British accent. "You must be Marie."
Rogue nodded, who the hell was this? And how did she know her name? Rogue was certain that she hadn't seen the receptionist call and tell anyone that she was here.
"My names Faye," the blonde woman continued, holding out a hand to shake Rogues. "Welcome to heaven."
Well, that's the first chapter, any good? Eventually, this will be a romy story, but you'll have to sit tight for a couple more chapters to see everybody's favourite Cajun...
I think now would probably be a good time to add that I don't own the film "A Life Less Ordinary" on which this fic is loosely based, it's a good film though...