Title: ONE
Disclaimer: James camron and eglee own everything
Rating: PG mild cussing
AN: 1st fan fiction, bad grammar, deal with it
I sprinted down the deserted alleyway glancing over my shoulder as often as possible. Even if I didn't have enhanced hearing I would be able to hear the hummers rolling towards the alley I was trying to find refuge in. I jumped up to the 2nd story window in a building and pulled myself inside the room. I looked around the dust-covered bedroom trying to locate some sort of weapon I could use. I almost laughed aloud, "Hello? What are you thinking? You are the weapon!" my mind screamed at me, duh! I bolted out the bedroom door, down the hallway to the front door. I listened to the other side. Nothing. I ripped the door off its hinges, whoops. I sprinted towards the stairs and jumped the first two flights up and decided to have a look outside. Thirty to forty special ops men were advancing towards the building armed with automatic weapons. My eyes zoomed past them towards the hummers to focus on the two people have an argument. My ears moving (as much as they could) to try to zone in on the sounds.
" We want her alive, Ames!" argued the platinum-blond female.
" Any transgenic is a threat to the conclave and must be killed" White replied
" She was on a special project that was more advanced than Manticore. She may come in handy in the New World."
" I think you are becoming weak and making excuses because she was in your special group. The all-powerful S-series. Look, we both know that they are close enough to the X-series. There is nothing special about the S's. The one difference between X and S is s had more fatalities."
" You don't understand Ames, she is the only surviving S6. She is the only one who knows what 452 needs in order to stop our plans. We need to find out what 452 needs and what she plans to do."
" Renfro! Because she can help 452 we must kill her before she finds her and helps 452! You are soft because she saved your life, big deal. She was programmed to do it!"
" No, that's where you are wrong! She saved me form the fire because she is loyal to me! She transferred her wolf-like loyalty to me after her pathetic mother died. A loyal S6 is just what we need to eradicate 452."
" Men, shoot only to temporarily disable. You'd better be right about her Elizabeth."
Shit I had better get my ass in gear! I ran up to the top of the nine- story building and looked at my surroundings. Three to four clicks away a deteriorating warehouse was standing. Perfect. I jumped off the edge and ran towards the warehouse, the jump not even slowing my pace. 2 clicks later I heard the hummers thundering towards me, shit.
The warehouse was surrounded by norms; police, media, losers, how was I going to get past them? Double-shit. I needed to find I new hideout, fast! The hummers zipped around the corner taking chunks of cement with them. Norms or no-norms I had to get into the warehouse. I pushed my way through the crowd and got to the front. I checked my surroundings and calculated.
I was 30 feet away from the 9-foot fence, which was 26 feet away from the warehouse. I would have to do it in all on jump which meant I had to aim for the forth story window. Crap.
" There she is, in front of the mob! Hurry up!"
" Ma'am. Yes. Ma'am!"
" Don't worry Renfro, she can't get away."
" You don't know 153," she muttered.
I tensed, preparing for my feat. My legs propelled me forward and I ran at a break-neck speed, even for transgenics. I leapt over the fence, across the yard and broke through the glass window. I hit the floor and flew down as the wood broke around me from my impact.
" DAMN! Ames we lost her!"
" Why didn't you tell me she could do that?"
" I told you she was getting away!"
Oh crap! That was unpleasant! As I stood up I heard the sound of feet slapping together and hands hitting sides. I looked around to see; X- series, Anomalies, and Transhumans, standing at attention and staring straight at me. To my left stands a young woman, bout 20, with straight brown hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, and your typical "cat-suit". Next to her stood your stereotypical geek with the 5 o'clock shadow, messed up hair, wire-glasses and…. Latex gloves? What the crimeney? Freak. To his left stood…
"Alec?"
" Shade?"
Disclaimer: James camron and eglee own everything
Rating: PG mild cussing
AN: 1st fan fiction, bad grammar, deal with it
I sprinted down the deserted alleyway glancing over my shoulder as often as possible. Even if I didn't have enhanced hearing I would be able to hear the hummers rolling towards the alley I was trying to find refuge in. I jumped up to the 2nd story window in a building and pulled myself inside the room. I looked around the dust-covered bedroom trying to locate some sort of weapon I could use. I almost laughed aloud, "Hello? What are you thinking? You are the weapon!" my mind screamed at me, duh! I bolted out the bedroom door, down the hallway to the front door. I listened to the other side. Nothing. I ripped the door off its hinges, whoops. I sprinted towards the stairs and jumped the first two flights up and decided to have a look outside. Thirty to forty special ops men were advancing towards the building armed with automatic weapons. My eyes zoomed past them towards the hummers to focus on the two people have an argument. My ears moving (as much as they could) to try to zone in on the sounds.
" We want her alive, Ames!" argued the platinum-blond female.
" Any transgenic is a threat to the conclave and must be killed" White replied
" She was on a special project that was more advanced than Manticore. She may come in handy in the New World."
" I think you are becoming weak and making excuses because she was in your special group. The all-powerful S-series. Look, we both know that they are close enough to the X-series. There is nothing special about the S's. The one difference between X and S is s had more fatalities."
" You don't understand Ames, she is the only surviving S6. She is the only one who knows what 452 needs in order to stop our plans. We need to find out what 452 needs and what she plans to do."
" Renfro! Because she can help 452 we must kill her before she finds her and helps 452! You are soft because she saved your life, big deal. She was programmed to do it!"
" No, that's where you are wrong! She saved me form the fire because she is loyal to me! She transferred her wolf-like loyalty to me after her pathetic mother died. A loyal S6 is just what we need to eradicate 452."
" Men, shoot only to temporarily disable. You'd better be right about her Elizabeth."
Shit I had better get my ass in gear! I ran up to the top of the nine- story building and looked at my surroundings. Three to four clicks away a deteriorating warehouse was standing. Perfect. I jumped off the edge and ran towards the warehouse, the jump not even slowing my pace. 2 clicks later I heard the hummers thundering towards me, shit.
The warehouse was surrounded by norms; police, media, losers, how was I going to get past them? Double-shit. I needed to find I new hideout, fast! The hummers zipped around the corner taking chunks of cement with them. Norms or no-norms I had to get into the warehouse. I pushed my way through the crowd and got to the front. I checked my surroundings and calculated.
I was 30 feet away from the 9-foot fence, which was 26 feet away from the warehouse. I would have to do it in all on jump which meant I had to aim for the forth story window. Crap.
" There she is, in front of the mob! Hurry up!"
" Ma'am. Yes. Ma'am!"
" Don't worry Renfro, she can't get away."
" You don't know 153," she muttered.
I tensed, preparing for my feat. My legs propelled me forward and I ran at a break-neck speed, even for transgenics. I leapt over the fence, across the yard and broke through the glass window. I hit the floor and flew down as the wood broke around me from my impact.
" DAMN! Ames we lost her!"
" Why didn't you tell me she could do that?"
" I told you she was getting away!"
Oh crap! That was unpleasant! As I stood up I heard the sound of feet slapping together and hands hitting sides. I looked around to see; X- series, Anomalies, and Transhumans, standing at attention and staring straight at me. To my left stands a young woman, bout 20, with straight brown hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, and your typical "cat-suit". Next to her stood your stereotypical geek with the 5 o'clock shadow, messed up hair, wire-glasses and…. Latex gloves? What the crimeney? Freak. To his left stood…
"Alec?"
" Shade?"