black angel's wing - Yes, I know. Another story. Bad me. I seriously have such bad writers block for my other stories, and having no Internet to go off of the episodes is killing me. I just got home from a few weeks in Canada visiting relatives and they had no wifi, and volleyball season and school start soon, so that means about negative one to work on my stories. Go figure. So this is what happens when I get bored after I watch all of the X-Men : Evolution episodes and get very addicted to the series and have a weird daydream about it. ^.^
And yes, I sent my character to some 'send in your OC' things, so if she seems familiar, it's probably most likely from that. But she is mine.
Disclaimer : I do not own X-Men : Evolution. I only own my character, and I think you'll be able to tell who she is.
Chapter 1. Life in Hell
Pain. That's all that registered when her eyes opened every day. Blinding pain. Blinding was a good word for it too, what with the cell she was in. The walls in the small room were made entirely from stadium lights, as were the floor and the ceiling, leaving no shadows no matter how she moved. She knew that either one or all of the walls were one way, and that the government scientists could watch her every move without her knowing.
There was no sense of time here either, wherever here was. Her mind told her that she was in some government building, and that was made obvious during the testing and experiments. What other organization would have the resources to do the things that they did to her? Every day, testing time brought new horrors, waiting to be revealed.
The testing time was both the best and worst part of her day. The good part was that there was a change in scenery and she was allowed to eat, and although the food had no real taste and left a weird sensation on her tongue, it provided the nutrients that she needed to survive.
The down side was the actual testing and experimenting. Every day, she would be taken from her holding cell an carried to a laboratory. The too bright lights weakened her to the point where she could barely move, let alone fight her way to freedom. In the lab, she would be strapped onto a metal examination table, and the edges of the room would be set on fire. The fire, thankfully, was controlled, and posed no real threat to her other than to keep her powers weak and her mind afraid.
During the health segment, blood would be drawn and examined, her heart rate and blood sugar monitored, her immune system checked, and she would be given food and water.
The medicinal sessions were like hell for her. They would inject her with different chemicals that were in their testing stages for side affects. They would burn her veins, and no matter how much she squirmed, those people in the white lab coats would do nothin to help her. If any dangerous side affects were evident, she would immediately be brought back to her cell and quarantined for days with no food or water until the side affects wore off.
Sometimes, there was also a physical segment. They would inject her with a substance that dulled others ability to trace her powers, and would then be led into a training room and forced to fight robots, humans, or find her way through a maze without being spotted. Whenever they had gathered whatever information that they needed from her, they would send out a cloud of gas that would render her unconscious and she would wake up back in her cell.
Day after day, the routine was always the same. During the passing time between her cell and a the lab or the training room, she would occasionally see another prisoner. They would always stare at one another until they disappeared into another room or around a corner, and she would wonder how they had been captured. Her own story was nothing special, and she had done nothing brave to try to save herself.
Flashback
Footsteps behind her on the pavement were the only sound that she was aware of. Panting as she ran through the pouring rain, the girl turned the corner into and alley in hopes of losing her pursuers. The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, and with the little light provided by the bolt, she saw a figure turn the same corner and her breath hitched.
He paced slowly into the alley, flashlight swinging it's beam around in a vain attemt to find the girl that he had been hired to capture.
"Come on out girlie," came his husky voice, low and threatening. "I know that you're in here. I know everything about you. I know about your little mutant powers. And here's the thing kid. They ain't gonna be much of a help to you in here. So come on out, and make this a lot easier for me."
The man paused, his ears listening intently for any sounds that would indicate movement, yet hearing only the deep rumble of thunder.
"No? Alright then kid, you asked for it."
The man suddenly unsheathed a small dagger and darted to the left, slashing at a shadow on the wall. The blade struck the brick hard enough to send sparks flying through the air. A gasp was heard, and then the small frame of the girl in question tumbled out of the shadows, a long and deep gash on the left side of her abdomen pouring dark red blood onto her flimsy white t-shirt.
From on her hands and knees, she looked into the eyes of her attacker and her icy blue eyes pleaded for him not to hurt her. The man only scoffed and reached into one of the pockets of his trench coat. He kneeled in front of her and pulled two syringes from its depth, one's liquid looking black in the lighting, the other being clear.
Roughly, he grabbed her right arm and pulled he cap off of the first syringe with his sharp teeth. He drove the needle into the crook of her elbow and smirked as she winced in pain. The substance burned throughout her entire
body almost instantly, and if she could have cried out, she would have. Spitting the cap into a puddle the ground, he pulled it out of her arm, a single drop of blood welling at the place where it had been.
"One to dull your powers," he spoke slowly as he readied the other syringe and moved his grasp on her from her arm to around her neck. Her eyes became wide, and she clawed at his hand, trying to free her restricted airway.
"And one to knock you out."
The needle slipped into the side of her neck, and as the substance was released into her bloodstream he released his hold, tossing her to the cold, wet ground. As the drug kicked in, her breathing slowed and she made one last glance toward her attacker. From behind him, the lightning struck again, illuminating his broad shoulders and athletic frame. A wolfish grin spread across his features as he looked down upon her, and her eyes fluttered closed, only hearing his last, sarcastic words before all of her senses cut off.
"Sweet dreams kiddo. God knows you won't have any after this."
End Flashback
The click of a lock stirred her muddled mind from its thoughts. A door slid open, and the usual two scientists walked through. They both donned white lab coats, but that's where the similarities ended. The man was rather large, and had dark brown hair cut army style, and matching brown eyes. The muscles in his arms were visible through the sleeves of his jacket, and she knew that he would be carrying her to today's tests.
The woman was smaller, her petite frame swallowed by her own jacket. Her mousy brown hair was in perfect ringlets to her shoulders, and her green yes shone from behind her glasses. She held a clipboard in her hands, and studied the girl who was sitting huddled in a corner.
Sighing, she made a note on the clipboard and bent down so that she was at eye level with the prisoner.
"Well Calypso, it's time for testing. So be a good little girl and we can be done with this rather quickly, alright?"
Without waiting for an answer, the scientist stood and turned to her partner.
"Grab her and let's go, Darren. We don't want the boss man to get angry."
Calypso sighed to herself as Darren scooped her up in his arms and followed the woman out of the holding cell. The routine never changed.
black angel's wing - So short and sweet. You can think of this as a prologue of sorts, it's just introducing my character, Miss Calypso! They treat her like crap, don't they? I'm so mean to my characters. Sorry Calypso!
And sorry that there are no X-Men in this chapter, but they'll make their appearance soon, I promise.
This probably won't end up being my main story, but you never know. I get bored tater easily with my other ones, which is really not good. Oops. But anyway, I hope that you enjoyed it! Reviews are always always welcome, as is criticism. Constructive or not, I don't particularly care, just let me know what you think about it. I'm not planning on going by any episodes, but I may steal some ideas from a few of them. And you know what that means? Somewhat quicker updates! Hooray! *has a mini party* so yeah, I think that's about it. Au revoir!