~*~
Where Leo and Kurt had vanished too, Kyle didn't know, but he'd left Kitty, huffing. Their arguments were so intense sometimes, that he thought they might actually like one another. Then of course, that was blown clean out of the water, for he was the Morph dork or dumb jock, and she was valley girl. Of course, if he disliked her so much, why was it he spent all his time thinking about her? Always it was their arguments, how stupid she was, her annoying laugh, her big hair, her cute pink cardigan, her big blue eyes, bright smile, complete with glossy lips.
Miss.
The ball bounced back along the court, and into his capable hands. His knuckles turned white and he grunted through his teeth, looking up toward the basket. "FUCK!" he growled, pulling his arm back, he threw the ball hard at the backboard, which it bounced off of with a hard thud. He threw himself down onto his rear, in the middle of the court, his knees hitched up, shutting his eyes tightly, he slapped his palms against his forehead, gripping his head, he rocked fourth a little, curling toward the ground.
"Fuck! No!" This wasn't happening. She wasn't cute. She was irritating. She was nothing but a babbling gas bag. So why did he think otherwise? Fluke. He'd seen the looks Kurt and Leo had been giving one another, thinking the other wasn't watching. He felt the jealousy building up. Leo was one of those girls, with one of those faces.With eyes that just struck you. Stayed with you. He didn't want her. He wanted that. He wanted to play the want game. He wanted to-
The lights on Kyle's world went out, as something heavy struck the back of his head. At first there was pain.and now, nothing.
center~*~/center
The two men hovered over the teenager's crumpled body, before the one tilted his sunglasses down his nose, holding the gun in his hand, the butt flecked with a little blood, the pair took a moment to admire their handy work before turning and notioning toward the truck. They strolled away casually, their suits identical. Black and smart with white shirts, their hair slicked back. It seemed as though they were only there to knock the kid out. At least until one stopped just outside the court, looking toward an exterminator van parked across the street. He raise a hand, a small remote control in his hand, designed for opening car doors. he clicked it, and the van blinked, the rear doors pulling open, then nothing.
The first leant toward his colleague and spoke. "Wake up the subjects. We've got work to do. Obediently, he nodded his head, pulling up the sleeve of his blazer, there was a cuff there, a thick metal circle, covered in buttons. He brought it up to his mouth. "Activate 494 and 495. Wake up call."
Within the truck, two bodies lay like mannequins, motionless within the truck, they seemed to sleep, yet cast around the truck so carelessly like dolls. Two boys, with expressionless features, yet it was clear that they were mutated, and perhaps not natural. The one, with wolfish ears was the first to bolt upright with a howl far from human. His 'peaceful' slumber disturbed, he rolled down onto his side with a grunt, panting for a moment, before rolling out onto his back. "uhhh..."
The second quickly followed suit. Snapping upright with a scream, this body reacting violently to the shock, his body shifted rapidly from boy, to woman, to agent, and back again. A changeling. He grunted, panting as he reached a hand down toward the hem of his jeans, ragged and dirty, he touched the skin upon his ankle. Imbedded in his flesh, a series of circuits...like a computer chip imbedded under the skin.
There was no movement after that from within the truck, thus the first agent turned to his partner and nodded. Again the buttons on the wrist cuff were chipped, and again the mutants yowled in pain. Seconds later, they emerged, limping slightly. The agents folded their arms in synch, speaking in unity. "What took you?" There was no response, the teenage boys, no older than Kyle, stared down at their feet, the flesh at their ankles blistered some from the shocks delivered.
"Get the boy. In the back of the truck. He's the first." There was no argument. it was simply done, Kyle heavier than he looked, he wasn't easy to drag from the court to the truck, only to toss the body inside. With a final check around, the agents lifted the cuffs to their lips, sliding back a slim panel, a speaker was bared. Again they spoke in unity. "Got him. Returning to base."
The agents returned to the truck, pulling open the doors in the front of the truck, they climbed inside...The truck speeding off only seconds later.
~*~
"Got him. Returning to base."
He rocked back in his hair, pushing his hands through his blonde hair, an odd smile on his face, before he tilted around in the high backed leather chair, looking up at the multiple screens above them. In the centre, Kyle's picture, the look of horror immortalised upon his face, from the incident with the Silver Phoenix. Aside him, were details, his file, intimate details on his background, mutation and his progress. Ripped from the files of the institute. Exhaling slowly, he rocked back, nodding his head. "Welcome, Mr Taylor..." He smiled faintly, before turning back around in his chair, toward the intercom upon the polished desk. He hit the button.
"Kate, my darling, buzz me when they have Mr. Taylor secured. Remember to tell them, he's not to be woken up. We take what we need, then get rid of him. Then we move onto the next. Understood?" There was a crackle at the other end, before a female voice responded. "Yes sir. Understood." He nodded, linking his arms behind his head, before turning back toward the screens. "Mr Taylor? You're gold, my boy...Sheer gold."
Where Leo and Kurt had vanished too, Kyle didn't know, but he'd left Kitty, huffing. Their arguments were so intense sometimes, that he thought they might actually like one another. Then of course, that was blown clean out of the water, for he was the Morph dork or dumb jock, and she was valley girl. Of course, if he disliked her so much, why was it he spent all his time thinking about her? Always it was their arguments, how stupid she was, her annoying laugh, her big hair, her cute pink cardigan, her big blue eyes, bright smile, complete with glossy lips.
Miss.
The ball bounced back along the court, and into his capable hands. His knuckles turned white and he grunted through his teeth, looking up toward the basket. "FUCK!" he growled, pulling his arm back, he threw the ball hard at the backboard, which it bounced off of with a hard thud. He threw himself down onto his rear, in the middle of the court, his knees hitched up, shutting his eyes tightly, he slapped his palms against his forehead, gripping his head, he rocked fourth a little, curling toward the ground.
"Fuck! No!" This wasn't happening. She wasn't cute. She was irritating. She was nothing but a babbling gas bag. So why did he think otherwise? Fluke. He'd seen the looks Kurt and Leo had been giving one another, thinking the other wasn't watching. He felt the jealousy building up. Leo was one of those girls, with one of those faces.With eyes that just struck you. Stayed with you. He didn't want her. He wanted that. He wanted to play the want game. He wanted to-
The lights on Kyle's world went out, as something heavy struck the back of his head. At first there was pain.and now, nothing.
center~*~/center
The two men hovered over the teenager's crumpled body, before the one tilted his sunglasses down his nose, holding the gun in his hand, the butt flecked with a little blood, the pair took a moment to admire their handy work before turning and notioning toward the truck. They strolled away casually, their suits identical. Black and smart with white shirts, their hair slicked back. It seemed as though they were only there to knock the kid out. At least until one stopped just outside the court, looking toward an exterminator van parked across the street. He raise a hand, a small remote control in his hand, designed for opening car doors. he clicked it, and the van blinked, the rear doors pulling open, then nothing.
The first leant toward his colleague and spoke. "Wake up the subjects. We've got work to do. Obediently, he nodded his head, pulling up the sleeve of his blazer, there was a cuff there, a thick metal circle, covered in buttons. He brought it up to his mouth. "Activate 494 and 495. Wake up call."
Within the truck, two bodies lay like mannequins, motionless within the truck, they seemed to sleep, yet cast around the truck so carelessly like dolls. Two boys, with expressionless features, yet it was clear that they were mutated, and perhaps not natural. The one, with wolfish ears was the first to bolt upright with a howl far from human. His 'peaceful' slumber disturbed, he rolled down onto his side with a grunt, panting for a moment, before rolling out onto his back. "uhhh..."
The second quickly followed suit. Snapping upright with a scream, this body reacting violently to the shock, his body shifted rapidly from boy, to woman, to agent, and back again. A changeling. He grunted, panting as he reached a hand down toward the hem of his jeans, ragged and dirty, he touched the skin upon his ankle. Imbedded in his flesh, a series of circuits...like a computer chip imbedded under the skin.
There was no movement after that from within the truck, thus the first agent turned to his partner and nodded. Again the buttons on the wrist cuff were chipped, and again the mutants yowled in pain. Seconds later, they emerged, limping slightly. The agents folded their arms in synch, speaking in unity. "What took you?" There was no response, the teenage boys, no older than Kyle, stared down at their feet, the flesh at their ankles blistered some from the shocks delivered.
"Get the boy. In the back of the truck. He's the first." There was no argument. it was simply done, Kyle heavier than he looked, he wasn't easy to drag from the court to the truck, only to toss the body inside. With a final check around, the agents lifted the cuffs to their lips, sliding back a slim panel, a speaker was bared. Again they spoke in unity. "Got him. Returning to base."
The agents returned to the truck, pulling open the doors in the front of the truck, they climbed inside...The truck speeding off only seconds later.
~*~
"Got him. Returning to base."
He rocked back in his hair, pushing his hands through his blonde hair, an odd smile on his face, before he tilted around in the high backed leather chair, looking up at the multiple screens above them. In the centre, Kyle's picture, the look of horror immortalised upon his face, from the incident with the Silver Phoenix. Aside him, were details, his file, intimate details on his background, mutation and his progress. Ripped from the files of the institute. Exhaling slowly, he rocked back, nodding his head. "Welcome, Mr Taylor..." He smiled faintly, before turning back around in his chair, toward the intercom upon the polished desk. He hit the button.
"Kate, my darling, buzz me when they have Mr. Taylor secured. Remember to tell them, he's not to be woken up. We take what we need, then get rid of him. Then we move onto the next. Understood?" There was a crackle at the other end, before a female voice responded. "Yes sir. Understood." He nodded, linking his arms behind his head, before turning back toward the screens. "Mr Taylor? You're gold, my boy...Sheer gold."