I know, it's an original character..I usually am not a fan of original
characters, but I kinda thought of her, and wanted to write about her.
~&~
The sirens blared out behind her. She didn't listen, she just ran. She kept running, as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was running, or where to go, but she was running away from that place. And that was good enough for her.
She heard the dogs barking not too far behind her, and could hear the men shouting. They were definitely on her tail. God, how would she shake them? With this damn collar, she couldn't use her powers. So she continued to run through the forest around her. She stumbled a bit, and fell to the ground, landing in a puddle left from a fresh rainfall. But she immediately got back up and continued. She looked behind her and could see the faint glow of flashlights. They were closing in. She looked ahead and through the trees, she could see other lights. They looked like the lights of a town. She didn't have much further, if she could just get into town, she may have a chance of truly escaping. And she knew what was in store for her if she didn't escape. More injections. She was getting tired, but felt a second burst of energy when she thought about the injections. No way she'd let them do that to her ever again. She burst through the trees and ran into the town.
~&~
Harry was about ready to close up for the night. It wasn't a good night for the bar anyway, and after the Jets had lost, it had put nearly everyone in a sour mood and they left early. So here he was, just after midnight, closing it all up. He just hoped that business would get better, otherwise he may have to call it quits.
Just as he was walking up to the door to lock it, a young girl crashed through. She ducked behind the bar quickly. Harry scratched his head and followed her. She sat there, her knees drawn up under her chin, weeping. She slightly rocked back and forth. He noticed that she wore what looked like hospital scrubs, but they were torn, filthy and wet. She herself was covered in mud, and had some type of strange metal choker around her neck. He guessed she was about, 15, maybe 16 years old?
He crouched down to her and put his hand out. She flinched away from him. "Here, I ain't gonna hurt ya, sweetie." He told her. "Where did ya come from? Who ya runnin from?"
She looked at him with her tearful eyes, and then looked down again, quickly. She tried to make words, but her mouth wasn't working. She cried in frustration. If only she could tell him the danger they were both in.
"Aw, honey, don't cry." Harry said to her. "What's your name?" Name? She thought. My name. What is my name? I am 647d12. Again, she tried to speak, but she couldn't. She couldn't speak, she couldn't think. She just sat and cried.
"It's ok, you don't have to talk, honey," Harry comforted. "Do you have a home? Parents? Somewhere I can take you?"
She shook her head. She was beginning to shiver. 'She must be freezing!' Harry thought. After all, it was the dead of winter. "Ok, how about you come with me, then? Would you like that? You can rest and we'll talk in the morning?"
She nodded yes and Harry helped her up. He walked her to the door, and after locking up the bar, helped her into his car. They drove to his house a few blocks away.
~&~
He watched from the woods as she got into the older man's car and they drove off. His face was pulled into an angry grimace. She thought she could get away so easily, huh? She was wrong. No one escaped him. Especially not her. She was different from the other mutants in his facility. She had been placed in his care by an important superior, one who had specific plans for this mutant. He had promised to look after her. And he never broke his promises. One of the young soldiers trotted up to him.
"Sir, should we go after her?" he asked, standing at attention.
"No, we'll wait until morning," he replied. He then turned and began to walk back toward the facility.
"But, sir-"
"You have your orders, soldier!" He snapped. "We know where she is. No one escapes Boliver Trask."
~&~
She followed him into the house. "My wife's probably asleep, let's try not to wake her," he said to her. He led her to a small bedroom. He pulled open a drawer in the dresser ands handed her a large t shirt and a pair of pajama pants. "Don't think my daughter'll mind if ya borrow these tonight." She sat on the bed, staring at him. He bent down to eye level. "Why don't ya get cleaned up? The bathroom's in there." She walked to where he pointed and peeked in. He followed behind her and said. "You think you gonna be ok?"
She looked at him, and nodded. He smiled and turned to leave the room. But she grabbed his arm and he turned back toward her. She put her hands up to her choker. "Oh, you want help getting that off?" He proceeded to look for the opening latch. This was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. He noticed what looked like a key hole and ran out to get a screwdriver. "Ok, hold still." He jammed the screwdriver into the hole and fiddled for a while. After a few minutes, it shorted a bit and fell to the ground. The girl stared at it in pieces and then threw her arms around Harry, happily. Harry was shocked by this bold move, but her reciprocated the hug and then left the room.
She was free. She could feel the guards in her mind dissolve as she was allowed to think again. She hoped that speech would come back to her soon, so she could properly thank her savior. But she had lived for nearly four years with that collar, unable to speak, think, or remember. All she knew with that collar on was that she was 647d12. And now she wasn't any longer. She stepped out of her clothes and into the warm shower. She had thought she had never had a warm shower in her life, but she was wrong. This felt familiar. It felt right. It was something that humans did, and for the first time she really felt human.
~&~
Xavier watched the news intently. There had been quite a bit of unrest in Washington regarding mutants rights. The house was split, half yea, half nay. Unfortunately, it was the nay's who had the biggest mouths, and the news was more intent on letting them speak than those in favor of mutant rights. One particular Senator had the loudest voice against mutant rights. He was Senator Jonathon Bradley, a man whose daughter had been killed by a mutant years ago. It was hard for people to ignore him, his plea was not that of an ignorant and afraid human, but of a father still reeling from the loss of his child. He sighed as he switched off the television. He made his way down to Cerebro, for his daily check. As he entered and donned the headpiece, it lit up. "New Mutant Signature detected" the computer told him. Xavier listened as the new mutant was detailed to him.
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Ok, I really REALLY don't know much about Trask, but in here he owns a mutant testing facility (obviously). I know, I made up a few characters..I was gonna use Kelly as the senator, but in evoverse, he's the principal..so that's niltch. Anyway, yes, I swear the X men will be in this (as if I could write a story that didn't involve my Kurt!), please R&R.....
~&~
The sirens blared out behind her. She didn't listen, she just ran. She kept running, as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was running, or where to go, but she was running away from that place. And that was good enough for her.
She heard the dogs barking not too far behind her, and could hear the men shouting. They were definitely on her tail. God, how would she shake them? With this damn collar, she couldn't use her powers. So she continued to run through the forest around her. She stumbled a bit, and fell to the ground, landing in a puddle left from a fresh rainfall. But she immediately got back up and continued. She looked behind her and could see the faint glow of flashlights. They were closing in. She looked ahead and through the trees, she could see other lights. They looked like the lights of a town. She didn't have much further, if she could just get into town, she may have a chance of truly escaping. And she knew what was in store for her if she didn't escape. More injections. She was getting tired, but felt a second burst of energy when she thought about the injections. No way she'd let them do that to her ever again. She burst through the trees and ran into the town.
~&~
Harry was about ready to close up for the night. It wasn't a good night for the bar anyway, and after the Jets had lost, it had put nearly everyone in a sour mood and they left early. So here he was, just after midnight, closing it all up. He just hoped that business would get better, otherwise he may have to call it quits.
Just as he was walking up to the door to lock it, a young girl crashed through. She ducked behind the bar quickly. Harry scratched his head and followed her. She sat there, her knees drawn up under her chin, weeping. She slightly rocked back and forth. He noticed that she wore what looked like hospital scrubs, but they were torn, filthy and wet. She herself was covered in mud, and had some type of strange metal choker around her neck. He guessed she was about, 15, maybe 16 years old?
He crouched down to her and put his hand out. She flinched away from him. "Here, I ain't gonna hurt ya, sweetie." He told her. "Where did ya come from? Who ya runnin from?"
She looked at him with her tearful eyes, and then looked down again, quickly. She tried to make words, but her mouth wasn't working. She cried in frustration. If only she could tell him the danger they were both in.
"Aw, honey, don't cry." Harry said to her. "What's your name?" Name? She thought. My name. What is my name? I am 647d12. Again, she tried to speak, but she couldn't. She couldn't speak, she couldn't think. She just sat and cried.
"It's ok, you don't have to talk, honey," Harry comforted. "Do you have a home? Parents? Somewhere I can take you?"
She shook her head. She was beginning to shiver. 'She must be freezing!' Harry thought. After all, it was the dead of winter. "Ok, how about you come with me, then? Would you like that? You can rest and we'll talk in the morning?"
She nodded yes and Harry helped her up. He walked her to the door, and after locking up the bar, helped her into his car. They drove to his house a few blocks away.
~&~
He watched from the woods as she got into the older man's car and they drove off. His face was pulled into an angry grimace. She thought she could get away so easily, huh? She was wrong. No one escaped him. Especially not her. She was different from the other mutants in his facility. She had been placed in his care by an important superior, one who had specific plans for this mutant. He had promised to look after her. And he never broke his promises. One of the young soldiers trotted up to him.
"Sir, should we go after her?" he asked, standing at attention.
"No, we'll wait until morning," he replied. He then turned and began to walk back toward the facility.
"But, sir-"
"You have your orders, soldier!" He snapped. "We know where she is. No one escapes Boliver Trask."
~&~
She followed him into the house. "My wife's probably asleep, let's try not to wake her," he said to her. He led her to a small bedroom. He pulled open a drawer in the dresser ands handed her a large t shirt and a pair of pajama pants. "Don't think my daughter'll mind if ya borrow these tonight." She sat on the bed, staring at him. He bent down to eye level. "Why don't ya get cleaned up? The bathroom's in there." She walked to where he pointed and peeked in. He followed behind her and said. "You think you gonna be ok?"
She looked at him, and nodded. He smiled and turned to leave the room. But she grabbed his arm and he turned back toward her. She put her hands up to her choker. "Oh, you want help getting that off?" He proceeded to look for the opening latch. This was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. He noticed what looked like a key hole and ran out to get a screwdriver. "Ok, hold still." He jammed the screwdriver into the hole and fiddled for a while. After a few minutes, it shorted a bit and fell to the ground. The girl stared at it in pieces and then threw her arms around Harry, happily. Harry was shocked by this bold move, but her reciprocated the hug and then left the room.
She was free. She could feel the guards in her mind dissolve as she was allowed to think again. She hoped that speech would come back to her soon, so she could properly thank her savior. But she had lived for nearly four years with that collar, unable to speak, think, or remember. All she knew with that collar on was that she was 647d12. And now she wasn't any longer. She stepped out of her clothes and into the warm shower. She had thought she had never had a warm shower in her life, but she was wrong. This felt familiar. It felt right. It was something that humans did, and for the first time she really felt human.
~&~
Xavier watched the news intently. There had been quite a bit of unrest in Washington regarding mutants rights. The house was split, half yea, half nay. Unfortunately, it was the nay's who had the biggest mouths, and the news was more intent on letting them speak than those in favor of mutant rights. One particular Senator had the loudest voice against mutant rights. He was Senator Jonathon Bradley, a man whose daughter had been killed by a mutant years ago. It was hard for people to ignore him, his plea was not that of an ignorant and afraid human, but of a father still reeling from the loss of his child. He sighed as he switched off the television. He made his way down to Cerebro, for his daily check. As he entered and donned the headpiece, it lit up. "New Mutant Signature detected" the computer told him. Xavier listened as the new mutant was detailed to him.
~&~
Ok, I really REALLY don't know much about Trask, but in here he owns a mutant testing facility (obviously). I know, I made up a few characters..I was gonna use Kelly as the senator, but in evoverse, he's the principal..so that's niltch. Anyway, yes, I swear the X men will be in this (as if I could write a story that didn't involve my Kurt!), please R&R.....