She lay in a her cell in solitary confident at the insane asylum she was being held at. She could feel the same damp, cold floor under her hands as she has for the past… she doesn't even know. She stopped counting after 1,011 days. She felt the slight breeze travel up the night gown that was now three sizes too small. It hung at her knees. She could feel the small bumps on her body, goose bumps, threatening to rip her skin apart. she could taste the little amount of blood in her mouth, her own blood. It was no where near appetizing, nothing like fresh, rich, sweet human blood, but it kept her alive. She could see her own shivering arms and legs that lay agents the floor. She could see the tall walls surrounding her, probably 30 feet tall. She could see the bars that served at her door. She could see the small window at the top of the far wall, the one opposite of the wall with the bar door, that let in a little light from the moon. That was the only light she ever got. She is nocturnal after all. She smelt nothing but mold and water. She heard nothing but the steady drip of water from a lose pipe somewhere near by. Then everything changed. She could hear the pitter-patter of five men going down the hallway not to far away. Most importantly she heard the all too familiar thump, thump of a heart, of blood flowing through veins of another person. She could also smell it, that rich, fresh, sweet smell of human blood. She wanted it. She wanted it bad.
She began to think of the last time she had blood, human that is, nothing like the tart, sticky, watery taste of her own blood, mutant blood that is, but it was to long ago and the memory did not come. She pulled her wrist from her lips and got into a crouching position thinking that this was it. Her time to escape. Her powers did not work in here. She had tried. Every time she grasps the bars or window with her mind she felt a excruciating pain come over her forcing her to the ground if she was not already there.
She heard the foot steps stop outside her door. She crouched lower getting ready to pounce. She felt her small fangs get larger until they were penetrating her lip. She felt the warm, watery, disgusting liquid flow into her mouth and some of it leak over her lip, dripping down her chin. She saw a guard standing on the other side of the bared door.
"Ser. Are you sure you want to speak with it now. It seams a little tense." the guard said. He was dressed in a blue jumpsuit, as were all the other guards here.
The man he was talking to must of nodded because she did not hear a response. The guard took out his key card and swiped it. She heard a ding and the door swung in towards her. She was about to pounce and bolt for the nearest exit when she saw him. She fell back on her heals sitting dog like. The man in the door way was averaged sized for a man. He had a military uniform on that showed all the mettles he's won and his hair was graying, but what she noticed the most was the blue eyes that stared at her, expecting.
"You came back." she whispered in an inaudible voice she launched her self at the man and rapped her arms around him, engulfing him in a hug.
The man was not sure was to do. This was not a gesture he was used to but he rapped his arms around the girl hugging him.
"You came back." She whispered in his ear. "You came back."
"I'm so sorry." He whispered in her ear. They stayed there, in each others arms for a wile. The truth is Striker hadn't really thought about her that much, he knew where she was, but he didn't know why. He hadn't thought that this had happened.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm sorry I look like this."
He saw what she was referring to. Her hair, eyes, and teeth were all inhuman. When she changed she wasn't able to hide herself.
Stryker was about to say something when there was a cough behind them.
"What, Wade?" striker demanded.
The girl turned around to look at the man who had coughed. He had medium long, brown hair, and was wearing a black bullet proof vest. he had to swords strapped to his back and was incredibly good looking. But she was oblivious to that. All she could think about was his smell. The thick, rich, sweet smell of human only this was better. It had a certain uniqueness to it. It was a little more…manly was the only word she came up with. No matter how corny or dorky or wrong it sounded, that was the only word that would fit. She wanted it and she wanted it bad.
"I want… I want…" She said trying to hold the words in. Not wanting the word blood to come out. "to go home." she ended up saying. normally she would be able to control her thrust better, but she guessed she was a little out of practice. She hasn't smelt a human in… when was the last time she had a human present. "How long has it been since you've left?" she whispered looking at Stryker again.
"Five years you've been in here since you were 12. You're 17 now." Stryker answered. "And we can't go home yet. I want to ask you some questions first." Stryker said back in commander mode.
Out of know where she felt the unfamiliar familiar tug in her gut. "No. We. Go. Home. Now." she said sternly, crossing her weak arms over her chest. She felt her hair start to lift of her shoulders and go straight up. "I want to go home now please. You can question me on the plane." She demanded.
"How did she know about the plane?" Wade asked wearily.
It was then that she noticed the others haven't talked yet. One was animal looking with a buzz cut to his brown hair. He had sharp fangs and his nails were yellow and disgusting. Victor Creed, she got a whisper in her ear. The other was an Aisin man with multiple guns under his coat. David North, she locked on to the other man's name. Wade though, she got a different thought from him. If only that gown was a little shorter then maybe… she stopped listening.
"YOU ARE DISTUSTING! HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT! WHAT ARE YOU 25! I'M UNDERAGE, ASSHOLE!" she calmed down taking a deep breath. She saw the others muffling a laugh. "The same way I know that's Victor Creed," she nodded towards the animal man. "and David North." she whispered.
David seamed shocked. No one new his real name except Stryker. Wade turned his head to look at Agent Zero, A.K.A David.
"David. Your name is David. That is-" Wade was cut off
"You ever call me that, I'll shot you." Zero said simply. "Besides what were you thinking about her anyway."
Wade was caught. "I-" he was cut off again.
"Don't you dear. You say one word and I'll eat you." The girl said. They all turned to look at her with questioning faces, except Stryker. All of them were now walking out of the building and when she saw the plane she almost gasped. It was a huge sleek black jet. There was a ramp coming out of the back of it leading up into the Plain. She could see that there were three other men in the plain. One had dark chocolate skin and a cow boy hat on. John Wrath. Another was short and dorky looking. He looked like someone who would be good on a computer. Chris Bradly. The next man was the exact opposite of Chris. He was massive, 7 foot maybe, and looked like the least intelligent person in the world. Dukes. She only got one name and couldn't tell if it was a first of last name.
"You'll eat me? What kind of a threat is that? What are you a vampire? There no such thing." Wades voice pulled her out of her trance. They were now starting to load onto the plane.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Wade." She said smiling at him. Then she extended her fangs just to prove her point and saw his smile lessen.
"Who are you anyway?" Wade asked. They were now in the door of the plane.
"Team this is your newest member. Maybel Stryker." Stryker told his team.
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