This story so far has been one of my favorites to do. I am very proud of my work and of what I've portrayed. This is the first fic where I've introduced one of my own characters, and in the first chapter hasn't said a word. Yet was so expressive. A lot of people are going to read this and think that I'm blabbing on about my own OCs, but to be honest, I am proud that I didn't rush her character development in the first chapter and allowed the others to develop first.

I can already tell this is going to be a fun project, and I hope that you have fun along the way as I go on with this story.
I hope it's a long one.

-SG

The plane ride was long to the others, but to Victor, it wasn't long enough. He couldn't stop staring at the feral mutant girl sitting besides him. His gun resting on his knee, pointed at her. To anyone else, it looked like he was staring at her to try and intimidate her, and he was, but he was mostly trying to figure her out. Just a moment ago in that cage she stared him down and showed him just a sliver of her true nature. Her dominant, primal, nature. Now she sat with her head hung low, and her cuffed hands folded, resting on her knees. Hunched over some. At first it seemed like she was relaxed, then it seemed like maybe she was trying to hide herself to the others. Acting like a scared animal. Victor saw through all of that though, and could tell that she was taking in the sounds and scents of the carrier. This intrigued him even more.

With the end of the gun he tapped her forearm to get her attention. When Beatrice looked up at Victor, their eyes met each other's gaze again, and the silent language they spoke to each other commenced.
Her lower eyelids raised a little and her left eyebrow lifted, as if asking him what he wanted. Victor then rose an eyebrow of his own and looked her up and down, to the form she held. The hunched over posture and folded hands. She shook her wrists to shake the chains a little, showing him that there wasn't much she could do with her hands at that moment, and then sat up. Enough to look at him, almost at eye level. Tilting her chin up a little and glancing at the gun, she seemed to ask about the gun he threatened her with. Then glanced at the claws on his hands. He chuckled, glanced over his shoulder at Stryker, Zero, and Fred talking with each other at that moment. Then looked back at her. He seemed to go with the flow of the team at that moment, but with a crack of his knuckles and a flash of his claws showed her that...he was more dangerous with those than a gun. Nodding slowly, Beatrice turned away from him and looked back down at her own claws. They weren't nearly as impressive as his but they got her by in the end.

"You two staring at each other is giving me a hard on" Bea's eyes flashed up from her claws to Wade sitting in front of her and Victor. He had a smug little grin on his face and shrugged his shoulders "It's like the most aroused I've ever seen Victor! If he starts to p-"

"Wade," Victor's voice was loud and hard like an angry beast "Finish that sentence and I will butcher you with no regrets"

"I'd shut up if I were you, sugar" Both Wade and Victor turned to the soft spoken yet amused sounding Beatrice. Her voice was hollow, and mature, but feminine and luring almost. Or it would be if she didn't have the scratch and crack of a woman who hasn't spoken in a long time.

"Sugar? Aw" Wade started again with a laugh.

Victor shot him a glare that made his smile disappear a little, and again his hand slid to the pistol at his side "I wouldn't talk to him if I were you" Victor warned looking back at her "You'll catch his stupid"

"You can't catch stupid, Victor" Wade smiled "You' can however catch fleas...and I don't think Victor has had his flea dip yet this month! Watch out for yourself, sweetie"

Bea let out another amused chuckle as Victor stared him down "Wow...You managed to insult the two of us while proving Victor's point at the same time? Impressive" This louder but just as scratched quip earned a laugh from the mutant besides her.

Wade just nodded and with the same sarcastic tone smiled "Thank you, I have a certain set of skills that allows me t-"

"Wade, Quiet" Stryker called from the other side of the plane. Which he had to oblige.

Beatrice chuckled softly and rose her eyebrow to him "Trouble with the boss, eh?"

With that, Wade picked up his pistol and pointed it at her. Making her smile disappear very quickly "Prisoners shouldn't talk out of turn, Accidents happen after all" This made Victor's smile disappear, but he didn't go to her rescue. He instead looked down at her and watched as she leaned further back and away from the gun he pointed at her. Her eyes suddenly became sharp and hard. Staring him down as he slowly lowered his gun. His warning had been issued, and she had reacted the way he wanted her to. Studying her body language, Victor could obviously tell that although she looked like she was backing down, she was preparing for a sudden and lethal strike if he pissed her off further. It was a nice feeling to see someone's demise coming before they knew it, knowing what another animal like himself was going to do before they do it. However, if he couldn't kill Wade, She wouldn't either and his own gun rested on his knee again, pointing at her.

When Beatrice turned to look at him, he shook his head slowly. Showing her that it wasn't a good idea to do what she was planning. This made her muscles relax a little as she eased against her seat. Realizing that all the weapons and men around her was a sheer sign, that she couldn't do anything. She was once again...Powerless.

. . .

From one cage to another.

That's what she told herself as they got off the plane. She was escorted from the carrier to a building on what looked to be an island. Then suddenly the rush of experiments that was done on her and the others flooded her mind. Stopping before the door of the building in front of her. There was this sudden feeling of desperation. She knew her fate would be similar to the one back at Penn labs. Her heart beat quickened and it signaled to Victor that he may have to be forceful. Nudging her sharply in the back with the end of the gun "Move" He demanded.

Bea flinched and looked back at Victor, His unmoving sharp gaze told her he was serious. Her head slowly turned back to the door. When Stryker walked past her to unlock the door and put in the password, Bea took this as her chance to do something. This time though, knowing that Victor would know if she was planning something carefully, she became more reckless. Lunging forward and hitting Stryker in the back, pushing him against the door. She then moved to dash away from the group.

Stryker recovering, turned around to watch as Victor grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. Growling very deeply to get his point across to her. She was panting and both hands reached up to claw at the one around her throat "Victor...Don't hurt her. She has no where to go"

There was a deep panic in her eyes, and in her struggles. She was a fearful animal becoming backed into a corner and Victor could see that in her eyes "Don't fight this" He whispered down to her "Just remember that it CAN get worse...and it will"

Beatrice tried to breath under the sheer power of Victor's grip, swallowing hard she calmed down enough to look him back in the eyes and whisper back "Anything...w-would be better than pacing a cage again"

She was right. He couldn't fault her for what he knew to be true. Living year after year in a cage and the only release from such a small prison would be a lab or medical bed where she was experimented on a dissected mentally, over and over. Even Victor would find that torture. He understood the desperate animal in her to try and escape at any possible moment, at every opportunity...but he was on the other side of it all. It was his job to keep her line. To round up other mutants and bring them to this...facility. He was looking for something to make him stronger, and sympathizing with this mutant wouldn't bring him closer to his goal. So he shook his head. Victor pulled her up and onto her feet by her neck, which was painful, then propped her up right to face Stryker. His hand still on her throat as if to show her that she was not in control.

Stryker then adjusted himself and walked over to Beatrice. Getting close to her, and leaning in to whisper to her "You will learn very quickly that, that kind of behavior doesn't bode well for myself and my colleagues. In fact Ms. Crow...You will learn a lot during your time here" He looked up from her to Victor "Put her in her cell"

Her cell...He meant her cage.

Alright well, not my best work. Was a bit distracted during this chapter, so it will be a bit smaller. I thought about just writing more but the point of this chapter was to Develop more of that silent communication between Victor and Beatrice. Also to show that she went from one torture to another. The next chapter might have a time skip! Might even go into detail the kind of torture she either experienced during her time at Penn Labs or with Stryker.

So just as a heads up, this story is rated M for the mere fact it will involve torture, Surgery, and a lot of abuse. The whole point of mutant culture is that they are different than humans, genetically speaking. And because of that...some of them face the wrong kind of humans.

So, Just as heads up. A lot will start to unfold, and this is what you have to look forward to in this story.

-SG