R E S I D E N T E V I L : D A R K
His mind raced as he ran. He was running in the pitch black darkness. He couldn't see where he was
going. He kept running from the demons. "You can't escape your future!!" They screamed loudly. The
Darkness was the darkness of his mind. He ran from the shadowy, ugly demons. No matter how hard
he ran he could never get away from the demons. "You can never escape your destiny!" The Demons
screamed shrilly. The same dreams haunted his mind every night. His days were confusing, spinning,
swirling bits of light. He saw the blurry white men everyday. They injected him with chemicals, used
harsh electric shocks on his body, and raped his mind repeatedly. They programmed the same message
into his mind every single day. All through his pain one message stood clear. "You belong to us. Your
mind and your body and what soul you may have. You are no longer your own person. You are a tool,
a weapon made for us to use and abuse as we see fit. Your body is no longer your own sacred ground.
We own you. We will do anything we wish to improve you. You are manmade to serve us, your masters,
and no one else. God did not create you. We did. You are are servant, our slave. Our pain is your pain.
You will know pain, live by pain, die by pain. Any remanants of your being your former self will be gone
when we are thorugh with you. Your familiy, your friends, your lovers. We will break you. You will serve
our whims. You will know that our enemies are your enemies. You belong to us now. Welcome to hell,
Gamma." A harsh voice you repeat to him for hours during the tests. He hit the endless pool of dark and
covered his ears. "I WILL ALWAYS RESIST!!! I WILL BECOME HUMAN AGAIN!!" He screamed.
And the Demons always laughed at him when he said that.................
It was now night at the Institute for gifted children. The warm, clear, summer day had swiftly broken out into
a severe summer rain. The drops crashed hard against Scott Summers window. He tried to sleep but he could
not. A nagging fear that someting very bad was going to happen soon hung in the back of his mind like an
ominous storm that would not go away until it passed. "Screw this, I'm gonna get up for a walk around." He
said. He picked up his ruby shades by the night stand and placed them onto his head. He opened his blurry
eyes once the sunglasses were in place. "I suppose I'll go and get a light snack." He said.
Scott walked down the hallway stairs and turned into the kitchen. He scratched his side and yawned loudly.
He stopped to see Jean sitting at the small snacking table, drinking hot cocoa. "Jean?" Scott said. "What are
you doing up?". "Oh! Umm hi Scott. I couldnt sleep. I've been thinking of that girl I found today." Jean said
softly. "Yeah, I know Jean. I couldnt sleep either. Want some company?" Scott asked. "Sure, I could use a
little chat before I go back to bed." Jean said, a bit nervous. "So, ah, how's things with Duncan?" Scott said,
trying to make talk. "Um....fine....." Jean said without much enthusiamsim. Her eyes looked towards the
floor. "Say," Scott said starting back up. "Scott I," Jean spoke at the same time. "Uh you first." Scott said
and rubbed the back of his head, blushing a bit. "Okay, Scott I've been meaning to tell you.." Jean said
uneasily. "Jean do you hear that?" Scott said holding up a hand. "Hear what?" Jean said, a bit dissapointed
that she didn't get to finish.
"I heard a 'thwump' outside." He said. "I'm gonna go check it out." Scott said, grabbing a flashlight from
a drawer. "Scott! Wait! Souldnt we wake someone?" Jean protested. "Fine then, you go wake the Prof."
Scott said gruffly. "I wanna check this out. I have a feeling." He said slipping on his sneakers. Jean
followed him to the front door, protesting all the way. "Scott! What if it's the brotherhood?" She said with
an ache in her voice. Scott stopped just by the main door. He looked into the deep green of Jean's eyes.
"I don't think this is the Brotherhood. I have my own reasons and idea as to what this is. Now please
move!" he said harshly as he lightly shoved her aside. she watched the door clink shuit behind him.
"Scott..." She said longingly.
Scott held his hand up to his head as he headed out into the rain. The rain poured down torrentially like
some unrelenting beast from hell. He began to shiver slightly. The rainstorm had obviously brought in a
large front. His clothes were now soaked completely. "Scott!". He stopped when he hear Jean's voice.
She had another flashlight and was wearing a poncho. "Here." She said handing him one. "Thanks Jean."
Scott said as he took the small orange square. He unwrapped it and donned it. Then he turned to Jean again.
"Why did you decide to follow me?" He asked. "Because. I...couldnt let you do this alone. Not in this
weather." She said sadly, eyes turned downwards. "Jean, I..." Scott began. He was interrupted when his
car hit the ground before them in a twisted, mangled, burning wreck. Scott's eye widened when he and Jean
saw a 6 foot tall boy step out of the blasted garage door. He had orange hair. His face had some freckles on
the nose. A small scar ran by his ear. His eyes were glowing gold. Golden wisps flowed from his mouth. He
had an inhuman amount of mucusles on his body. Several bone-like spikes shot up from his skin. Including
two that twisted from his forehead like evil devil ram horns. His skin was a light darkish tan color. Aside from
the random bone-like spikes on his chest and arms. He had small cuts all over his arms. A long, red tentacle
ran out from his wrist. and past his hand.
"Scott! What is it?" Jean asked, horrified. "I, I dont know Jean!" Scott exclaimed. The thing noticed them
and uttered a low, feral growl. "Jean, you run. Run and wake the others. Fast. I will try to hold him off here."
Scott said, trying to sound brave. "But! You could get......." She protested loudly, hers eyes looking at him,
full of fear and worry. "GO! FLY IF YOU HAVE TO!!! GET HELP!!" Scott screamed. The creature was slowly
approaching them during this but it soon broke into a run. Jean floated up into the air and headed towards
the mansion.
"You wanna peice of me bitch? Cmon lets rumble!" Scott yelled at it. He lifted his shades and shot a blast at
the beast. The shining red ray hit it straight in the chest. Scott flipped the glasses back onto his eyes. His
expression changed to one of sheer horror as he saw it. "No way...." He muttered. The creature walked
towards him, it's eyes lowered menacingly. It hadent even slowed down. "Scott...." it growled lowly.
"Ah..ahhh!!" Scott bellowed. He turned to run from it. A large hand struck him down into the muddy
ground. Scott rolled over and struggled, slipping in the slick, gooey mud. He looked up to see Jean
wrapped in the creature's long, glistening, red tentacle. "Ahhhhh! Scott help me!! I cant..." Jean said,
struggling before passing out. Behind them a large bright light shone. The area flodded with an intense,
bright light. A sleek helicopter soundlessly hovered up behind them. Scott covered his eyes. He uncovered
them in time to see a gattling rotary cannon whirr and lock onto Jean.
"JEAN!!!! NO!!!!!!" Scott screamed and reached for her. A large hand came swiftly down on the back of his
skull. Scott's last thing he moaned before his world faded to black was "Jean....nooo...I...wanted to protect
you......."
To Be Continued..............
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His mind raced as he ran. He was running in the pitch black darkness. He couldn't see where he was
going. He kept running from the demons. "You can't escape your future!!" They screamed loudly. The
Darkness was the darkness of his mind. He ran from the shadowy, ugly demons. No matter how hard
he ran he could never get away from the demons. "You can never escape your destiny!" The Demons
screamed shrilly. The same dreams haunted his mind every night. His days were confusing, spinning,
swirling bits of light. He saw the blurry white men everyday. They injected him with chemicals, used
harsh electric shocks on his body, and raped his mind repeatedly. They programmed the same message
into his mind every single day. All through his pain one message stood clear. "You belong to us. Your
mind and your body and what soul you may have. You are no longer your own person. You are a tool,
a weapon made for us to use and abuse as we see fit. Your body is no longer your own sacred ground.
We own you. We will do anything we wish to improve you. You are manmade to serve us, your masters,
and no one else. God did not create you. We did. You are are servant, our slave. Our pain is your pain.
You will know pain, live by pain, die by pain. Any remanants of your being your former self will be gone
when we are thorugh with you. Your familiy, your friends, your lovers. We will break you. You will serve
our whims. You will know that our enemies are your enemies. You belong to us now. Welcome to hell,
Gamma." A harsh voice you repeat to him for hours during the tests. He hit the endless pool of dark and
covered his ears. "I WILL ALWAYS RESIST!!! I WILL BECOME HUMAN AGAIN!!" He screamed.
And the Demons always laughed at him when he said that.................
It was now night at the Institute for gifted children. The warm, clear, summer day had swiftly broken out into
a severe summer rain. The drops crashed hard against Scott Summers window. He tried to sleep but he could
not. A nagging fear that someting very bad was going to happen soon hung in the back of his mind like an
ominous storm that would not go away until it passed. "Screw this, I'm gonna get up for a walk around." He
said. He picked up his ruby shades by the night stand and placed them onto his head. He opened his blurry
eyes once the sunglasses were in place. "I suppose I'll go and get a light snack." He said.
Scott walked down the hallway stairs and turned into the kitchen. He scratched his side and yawned loudly.
He stopped to see Jean sitting at the small snacking table, drinking hot cocoa. "Jean?" Scott said. "What are
you doing up?". "Oh! Umm hi Scott. I couldnt sleep. I've been thinking of that girl I found today." Jean said
softly. "Yeah, I know Jean. I couldnt sleep either. Want some company?" Scott asked. "Sure, I could use a
little chat before I go back to bed." Jean said, a bit nervous. "So, ah, how's things with Duncan?" Scott said,
trying to make talk. "Um....fine....." Jean said without much enthusiamsim. Her eyes looked towards the
floor. "Say," Scott said starting back up. "Scott I," Jean spoke at the same time. "Uh you first." Scott said
and rubbed the back of his head, blushing a bit. "Okay, Scott I've been meaning to tell you.." Jean said
uneasily. "Jean do you hear that?" Scott said holding up a hand. "Hear what?" Jean said, a bit dissapointed
that she didn't get to finish.
"I heard a 'thwump' outside." He said. "I'm gonna go check it out." Scott said, grabbing a flashlight from
a drawer. "Scott! Wait! Souldnt we wake someone?" Jean protested. "Fine then, you go wake the Prof."
Scott said gruffly. "I wanna check this out. I have a feeling." He said slipping on his sneakers. Jean
followed him to the front door, protesting all the way. "Scott! What if it's the brotherhood?" She said with
an ache in her voice. Scott stopped just by the main door. He looked into the deep green of Jean's eyes.
"I don't think this is the Brotherhood. I have my own reasons and idea as to what this is. Now please
move!" he said harshly as he lightly shoved her aside. she watched the door clink shuit behind him.
"Scott..." She said longingly.
Scott held his hand up to his head as he headed out into the rain. The rain poured down torrentially like
some unrelenting beast from hell. He began to shiver slightly. The rainstorm had obviously brought in a
large front. His clothes were now soaked completely. "Scott!". He stopped when he hear Jean's voice.
She had another flashlight and was wearing a poncho. "Here." She said handing him one. "Thanks Jean."
Scott said as he took the small orange square. He unwrapped it and donned it. Then he turned to Jean again.
"Why did you decide to follow me?" He asked. "Because. I...couldnt let you do this alone. Not in this
weather." She said sadly, eyes turned downwards. "Jean, I..." Scott began. He was interrupted when his
car hit the ground before them in a twisted, mangled, burning wreck. Scott's eye widened when he and Jean
saw a 6 foot tall boy step out of the blasted garage door. He had orange hair. His face had some freckles on
the nose. A small scar ran by his ear. His eyes were glowing gold. Golden wisps flowed from his mouth. He
had an inhuman amount of mucusles on his body. Several bone-like spikes shot up from his skin. Including
two that twisted from his forehead like evil devil ram horns. His skin was a light darkish tan color. Aside from
the random bone-like spikes on his chest and arms. He had small cuts all over his arms. A long, red tentacle
ran out from his wrist. and past his hand.
"Scott! What is it?" Jean asked, horrified. "I, I dont know Jean!" Scott exclaimed. The thing noticed them
and uttered a low, feral growl. "Jean, you run. Run and wake the others. Fast. I will try to hold him off here."
Scott said, trying to sound brave. "But! You could get......." She protested loudly, hers eyes looking at him,
full of fear and worry. "GO! FLY IF YOU HAVE TO!!! GET HELP!!" Scott screamed. The creature was slowly
approaching them during this but it soon broke into a run. Jean floated up into the air and headed towards
the mansion.
"You wanna peice of me bitch? Cmon lets rumble!" Scott yelled at it. He lifted his shades and shot a blast at
the beast. The shining red ray hit it straight in the chest. Scott flipped the glasses back onto his eyes. His
expression changed to one of sheer horror as he saw it. "No way...." He muttered. The creature walked
towards him, it's eyes lowered menacingly. It hadent even slowed down. "Scott...." it growled lowly.
"Ah..ahhh!!" Scott bellowed. He turned to run from it. A large hand struck him down into the muddy
ground. Scott rolled over and struggled, slipping in the slick, gooey mud. He looked up to see Jean
wrapped in the creature's long, glistening, red tentacle. "Ahhhhh! Scott help me!! I cant..." Jean said,
struggling before passing out. Behind them a large bright light shone. The area flodded with an intense,
bright light. A sleek helicopter soundlessly hovered up behind them. Scott covered his eyes. He uncovered
them in time to see a gattling rotary cannon whirr and lock onto Jean.
"JEAN!!!! NO!!!!!!" Scott screamed and reached for her. A large hand came swiftly down on the back of his
skull. Scott's last thing he moaned before his world faded to black was "Jean....nooo...I...wanted to protect
you......."
To Be Continued..............
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