The lab lay in ruins, shattered glass covered the floor, the dim lights
flickered, some shattered, the scene poorly lit, but it was a disaster.
Smears of blood covered the floor and walls, as the bodies scattered the
otherwise white expanse. Only pain was left for these men as they lay
motionless.Lidstone had been stripped of his clothes, only three, deep
gashes lashed his back, his blood spilling from the smooth of his back,
into the green liquid in which all the men drowned. Their creation was
born sour, with a confusion of memories, and an undeniable mean streak, he
was loose in the streets, seeking the original.
~*~
The shoes were too big for him, and the shirt and pants were the same. Of course, he wasn't complaining as he broke out into the streets of Bayville, identical to the original in every way, every mark, every hair, even the way he walked was identical. Thus, thus was why Kent, one of Kyle's fellow basketball players caught sight of him and immediately started after him. "Hey! Taylor! Wait up!" Of course, the clone didn't respond, and kept on walking, a little disturbed by the shouting. "Taylor! You deaf man? Wait up!" A rush of footsteps, before a hand came down, slapping him on the shoulder, and he tensed, snapping around to stare at Kent. Lacking emotion or recognition for Kyle's teammate. Kent didn't seem to notice. "Hey man, getting psyched for tryouts in September? I am, been practicing my jump shot for weeks, man. How about you?" The clone blinked, confusion laced his brow. "Try outs?" Kent rolled his eyes at the clone, shoving his shoulder. "Yeah man, Basketball tryouts? Damn. That boarding house must really be getting to you. You really live with that Kitty chick? Damn, she's hot. Who's that other babe? Seen her with that Wagner kid a few times. Lea? Leo! Yeah, she's fine.You nailed any of them yet?" Kent continued to walk and talk, and the clone, for lack of a better expression. Looked scared. His eyes slightly wide, and his motions stiff.
Of course, when you're excited about breaking out into the real world, you tend to forget that you look just like someone else out there and people are bound to recognise you. Pushing a hand through his slightly damp hair, Kent seemed to steer him toward the institute, it's high gates, and brickwork made him drop his jaw in awe. Then again, there was something definitely familiar about that place. Kent punched his shoulder and waved him off, hollering a goodbye of some kind, which went right over the clone's head, before walking off. Kyle was stood, face to face with the gates of the mansion, and he didn't know how to get in.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from the intercom, which made the clone pay attention. "Please Identify." The clone racked his brain, before stepping curiously closer to the intercom, a finger touching the only button upon it and lowering his head to speak. "Taylor."
"Welcome, Kyle Taylor." He smiled a little. What a polite gate. It groaned open and Taylor waited, the gate stood, ready before he passed through it, his footfalls crunched upon the path as he moved, his hands hung limply at his sides.
The place was huge, with it's landscaped gardens, and pillared front entrance, there was no way Kyle lived here. Yet, there was an air of familiarity to it. His feet were loose in the shoes, and giving him blisters, which naturally caused him to cry out a little in pain as he marched up the stairs, before gritting his teeth, and baring it. The door before him, locked. He had no key, thus, he was forced to knock, the noise was louder than he had anticipated, but aparently it had worked. For seconds later, a clatter came down the hall, and the voice of a stranger echoed on the other side, albeit it was somewhat familiar to him in a strange way. "I'll get it, I'll get it, I'll get it!" there was a shriek on the other side of the door, before a solid thud. Mutterings of a waxed floor, the door was pulled open. A short, dark haired girl was presented to him, in a bright yellow jacket. Though she was a lot younger than he first expected [any queries...She is actually in X-men: Evolution]. She leant against the door frame, chewing gum.
"What's the password, Hotshot?" She raised a brow, watching as Taylor tried to take a step inside. He frowned at her, before watching a pink bubble emit from her lips.He lifted a hand and listened to the shriek as he pushed the bubble, as he had the intercom, against his face. He lowered his head to hers, and spoke clearly. "Taylor." Jubilee gaped at him a moment, before lifting her hands to shove his finger away, with a chorus of "oh Gross!" She stumbled off, to the side, hastily pulling bubble gum from her mouth. Taylor stopped, in the threshold of the building, as he looked around, his jaw slacking a little as he adjusted to the soft light. It was beautiful.
Then, the girl sliding down the banister, repeating his name over and over again, was also.Stunning. Her dark hair clinging wetly to her face, her expression full of delight, and shock. Was this Kyle's girlfriend? Or one of the girls he was supposed to have nailed? He didn't know. Either way, the girl seemed ecstatic to see him. Even threw her arms around his neck as she bubbled over. Her voice was terribly familiar. The kiss she delivered to his cheek, was also familiar. But he didn't say anything, drinking in every word as he let his hands, at first awkward, come around to rest at the small of her back. "OhmyGod! Kyle! I can't believe this! You're up and walking already? This is amazing! You really had us worried up there, you know. How did you get down here without my knowing? And what are you wearing? You're soaked! Have you been outsi-mmph!"
Taylor watched her as she spoke, her arms resting against his shoulders, delivering the occasional hug, before easing away from him. Though he kept his hands at the small of her back, he didn't want her to stray too far. There was something about her. Maybe the way she hovered in front of him, the way her hair kept drifting over her right eye, no matter how much she tucked it away. The way her eyes danced as she watched him, checking him over like a fussy hen. He couldn't help himself, he was sure, the way she seemed to warm to him instantly, that she was his girlfriend, or someone he'd perhaps already 'nailed'.whatever that meant. Sounded exciting.
She seemed like a doll in his grip, when his arms moved up, gripping her shoulders. Leo still babbling on as he inched her toward him. His head lowered, and he thrust his lips toward hers, locking them in a hard, and undoubtedly, shocking kiss. Her body tensed, and as his lips pushed against hers, tongue incessantly trying to access the cavern of her mouth, her lips remained tight as she brought her hands up suddenly, gripping his shoulders, and shoving him away from her, or at least trying.
Her protests were muffled as she strained against him, hands thundering against his broad shoulders, though he wasn't so easy to shift. Her palms slapped against his shoulders and chest as she tried to wrestle him away, and the sharp stings made Taylor flinch as he ground his tongue against her bottom lip, causing her to part her lips for a second, allowing him access enough to get a taste, only to bite down hard.
The familiar smell of sulphur filled the room, and Taylor yelped, jerking away from her, as Leo gawked at him in disbelief, her lips swollen from the rough kiss. She didn't look tearful, merely stunned as she stood there, Taylor's hands quickly leaving her, only for a pair of hands to land on him.
~*~
The shoes were too big for him, and the shirt and pants were the same. Of course, he wasn't complaining as he broke out into the streets of Bayville, identical to the original in every way, every mark, every hair, even the way he walked was identical. Thus, thus was why Kent, one of Kyle's fellow basketball players caught sight of him and immediately started after him. "Hey! Taylor! Wait up!" Of course, the clone didn't respond, and kept on walking, a little disturbed by the shouting. "Taylor! You deaf man? Wait up!" A rush of footsteps, before a hand came down, slapping him on the shoulder, and he tensed, snapping around to stare at Kent. Lacking emotion or recognition for Kyle's teammate. Kent didn't seem to notice. "Hey man, getting psyched for tryouts in September? I am, been practicing my jump shot for weeks, man. How about you?" The clone blinked, confusion laced his brow. "Try outs?" Kent rolled his eyes at the clone, shoving his shoulder. "Yeah man, Basketball tryouts? Damn. That boarding house must really be getting to you. You really live with that Kitty chick? Damn, she's hot. Who's that other babe? Seen her with that Wagner kid a few times. Lea? Leo! Yeah, she's fine.You nailed any of them yet?" Kent continued to walk and talk, and the clone, for lack of a better expression. Looked scared. His eyes slightly wide, and his motions stiff.
Of course, when you're excited about breaking out into the real world, you tend to forget that you look just like someone else out there and people are bound to recognise you. Pushing a hand through his slightly damp hair, Kent seemed to steer him toward the institute, it's high gates, and brickwork made him drop his jaw in awe. Then again, there was something definitely familiar about that place. Kent punched his shoulder and waved him off, hollering a goodbye of some kind, which went right over the clone's head, before walking off. Kyle was stood, face to face with the gates of the mansion, and he didn't know how to get in.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from the intercom, which made the clone pay attention. "Please Identify." The clone racked his brain, before stepping curiously closer to the intercom, a finger touching the only button upon it and lowering his head to speak. "Taylor."
"Welcome, Kyle Taylor." He smiled a little. What a polite gate. It groaned open and Taylor waited, the gate stood, ready before he passed through it, his footfalls crunched upon the path as he moved, his hands hung limply at his sides.
The place was huge, with it's landscaped gardens, and pillared front entrance, there was no way Kyle lived here. Yet, there was an air of familiarity to it. His feet were loose in the shoes, and giving him blisters, which naturally caused him to cry out a little in pain as he marched up the stairs, before gritting his teeth, and baring it. The door before him, locked. He had no key, thus, he was forced to knock, the noise was louder than he had anticipated, but aparently it had worked. For seconds later, a clatter came down the hall, and the voice of a stranger echoed on the other side, albeit it was somewhat familiar to him in a strange way. "I'll get it, I'll get it, I'll get it!" there was a shriek on the other side of the door, before a solid thud. Mutterings of a waxed floor, the door was pulled open. A short, dark haired girl was presented to him, in a bright yellow jacket. Though she was a lot younger than he first expected [any queries...She is actually in X-men: Evolution]. She leant against the door frame, chewing gum.
"What's the password, Hotshot?" She raised a brow, watching as Taylor tried to take a step inside. He frowned at her, before watching a pink bubble emit from her lips.He lifted a hand and listened to the shriek as he pushed the bubble, as he had the intercom, against his face. He lowered his head to hers, and spoke clearly. "Taylor." Jubilee gaped at him a moment, before lifting her hands to shove his finger away, with a chorus of "oh Gross!" She stumbled off, to the side, hastily pulling bubble gum from her mouth. Taylor stopped, in the threshold of the building, as he looked around, his jaw slacking a little as he adjusted to the soft light. It was beautiful.
Then, the girl sliding down the banister, repeating his name over and over again, was also.Stunning. Her dark hair clinging wetly to her face, her expression full of delight, and shock. Was this Kyle's girlfriend? Or one of the girls he was supposed to have nailed? He didn't know. Either way, the girl seemed ecstatic to see him. Even threw her arms around his neck as she bubbled over. Her voice was terribly familiar. The kiss she delivered to his cheek, was also familiar. But he didn't say anything, drinking in every word as he let his hands, at first awkward, come around to rest at the small of her back. "OhmyGod! Kyle! I can't believe this! You're up and walking already? This is amazing! You really had us worried up there, you know. How did you get down here without my knowing? And what are you wearing? You're soaked! Have you been outsi-mmph!"
Taylor watched her as she spoke, her arms resting against his shoulders, delivering the occasional hug, before easing away from him. Though he kept his hands at the small of her back, he didn't want her to stray too far. There was something about her. Maybe the way she hovered in front of him, the way her hair kept drifting over her right eye, no matter how much she tucked it away. The way her eyes danced as she watched him, checking him over like a fussy hen. He couldn't help himself, he was sure, the way she seemed to warm to him instantly, that she was his girlfriend, or someone he'd perhaps already 'nailed'.whatever that meant. Sounded exciting.
She seemed like a doll in his grip, when his arms moved up, gripping her shoulders. Leo still babbling on as he inched her toward him. His head lowered, and he thrust his lips toward hers, locking them in a hard, and undoubtedly, shocking kiss. Her body tensed, and as his lips pushed against hers, tongue incessantly trying to access the cavern of her mouth, her lips remained tight as she brought her hands up suddenly, gripping his shoulders, and shoving him away from her, or at least trying.
Her protests were muffled as she strained against him, hands thundering against his broad shoulders, though he wasn't so easy to shift. Her palms slapped against his shoulders and chest as she tried to wrestle him away, and the sharp stings made Taylor flinch as he ground his tongue against her bottom lip, causing her to part her lips for a second, allowing him access enough to get a taste, only to bite down hard.
The familiar smell of sulphur filled the room, and Taylor yelped, jerking away from her, as Leo gawked at him in disbelief, her lips swollen from the rough kiss. She didn't look tearful, merely stunned as she stood there, Taylor's hands quickly leaving her, only for a pair of hands to land on him.