Aya: O-ha! Here is chapter 2!
X: *Reads story synopsis* Aya-Chan... why do I end up unconscious at the end of
every chapter?
Aya: *Grabs synopsis back* Because I like it like that! *Lifts hand up to bottom
of mouth and laughs*
Zero: *Sneaks a peak of synopsis* When do I get written in?
Aya: Uh... Maybe next week? I'm not sure...
Vile: I thought you hated me in all the X games. How come your first Shounen-ai
fic is featuring me?
Aya: Because I find your new relationship with X highly fascinating *wink* On with
the story!
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The Power Within
Chapter 2
//It's really quiet...// X thought to himself. //I guess it's not time to wake
up yet... I set the alarm for 7 o'clock.// X smiled and sighed warmly as he rolled
to one side to get another couple minutes of sleep.
"Wait a minute!" X's eyes snapped open. He was lying in a bed of a strange room. He
shifted his eyes slowly around and confirmed no one else was in the room with him.
Slowly he sat up right. The comforter slipped off as he sat up, and he noticed his armor
was missing. He was wearing the powder blue body suit that went under his armor. This
looked rather silly, since he looked like some kind of blue mime with the white gloves on.
With disgust, he took off the gloves and tossed them to one side.
He ran his hand through his hair and confirmed the communitcation radio, a small
device that was clipped under his hair, had also been removed. There was no way
to contact HQ. He looked on the sides of the bed... no shoes.
Sitting alone on the bed, armorless, shoeless, he felt humilated again. The events
of his capture came back to him in flashes, and he a disgruntled look appeared on
his face. He was still unsure of what happened, but it was clear Vile got the better
of him in that match.
//Gotta escape.// X gritted his teeth and hopped off the bed. The room was simple.
Four walls, one door, one bed, and a halogen light strip above. It was about 10ft
by 10ft, normal height. X took a peak under the bed, and found nothing unusual there.
The only way out of that room would be through the front door.
Just then, the door knob started to turn. Without his weapons or his armor, X was
just a bit more nervous than usual, but he also had extensive hand to hand combat
training, which was something to fall back on now.
A large reploid was on the other side of the doorway. X didn't recognize the
reploid, but assumed he was a maverick. There were no special decorations on
this maverick... actually he looked like a larger version of the lower ranked
mavericks. Still, he was bending down slightly to see inside the room, so he
was still a clear 2 feet taller than X.
As the larger reploid was sizing up X, the hunter did the same. //It wouldn't
be hard to over power him.// X thought. //I just need to have him charge me,
then I can throw him off balance.//
"Come with me." The maverick demanded, eyeing X to see if he would comply.
X looked around the room; it was much too small to do any kind of manuvering
inside, so he nodded, and started to head towards the door. Hopefully
he had more room on the other side.
Sure enough, as soon as the maverick moved out of the doorway, X saw that the
door lead to a long hallway. X started to walk down one direction, and heard
the maverick grunt angrily after him. X stopped walking and turned around.
The maverick was pointing in the other direction.
//Now's my chance.// There was only several feet between the maverick and himself,
it would be difficult, assuming the maverick had any kind of battle skills. X
made no indication that he was going to move at all, and simply smiled at the
maverick. As predicted, the maverick leapt at X, who quickly sidestepped the
charge, raised his arms, and flipped the maverick onto his back.
Immeidately he took several steps backwards. If he didn't want the other mavericks
alarmed, he would have to take out this one completely.
A familiar weakness overtook him. X pitched forwards slightly. It was happening
again, like his fight with Vile. The maverick took this opening and rushed X
again. This time, the maverick connected with X, knocking the blue hunter
several feet away. X started to roll onto his stomach, but the maverick, still
mad that X caught him off guard before, picked X up by the shoulders and slammed him
face first against the wall. The maverick took his hands off X's shoulders and allowed
him to side down the wall.
Lying on the floor now, X started to bring a trembling hand to his face, which was
throbbing from the trauma.
"I wouldn't try that again." The maverick sneered. "Get up." X tried to
push himself off the ground, but the combination of the weak feeling and getting
slammed into a wall proved too much to handle. He slumped back into the ground
and winced. "Get up!" The maverick demanded. X didn't want to get attacked again,
especailly when he was in no condition to fight back, so he tried again, but fell.
Now he started to panic, but then felt even weaker. The room was starting to black
out again. The maverick's voice was fading out like a distant echo. The halogen
lights above him started to flicker on and off. He felt something roll off
his forehead.
"Oh, shi..." X heard the maverick whisiper. He felt his body being lifted off
the ground, and rushed down the hallway. X blinked when something got in his eye.
Now he realized blood was trickling down his forehead.
//Great, the big goon broke something.// X thought to himself in a silly manner.
//Where's Mr. Einstein bringing me to now?// Soon the maverick carried X into a
lab, and set X down into a wheelchair. The maverick ran into an adjacent room and
got another reploid, this one probably a doctor, out with him.
Things were starting to get clearer, his head hurt a little less now, and he didn't
feel as weak as before. X brought his right hand to his head and felt around.
He found the source of the bleed and winced. It was not a small wound. The crash
to the wall caused a gash several two, maybe three inches long on the right
side of his head--the side that hit the wall first. He brought his hand down and
looked at his blood covered hand. This wasn't going to stop bleeding by itself, but
he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger as long as this was fixed relatively soon.
"You idiot, what did you do to him?" The other maverick said as he walked up to X.
"Commander Vile is going to have your head on a platter for this. You weren't suppoed
to rough him up before the tests!" The other maverick reached for X's head. With his
mind clearer now, X gave the maverick a suspicous glare and pulled his head back.
"I'm just going to fix this." The maverick said impatienly. X still wasn't sure what
was wrong with his systems, so he decided to get more information out of the mavericks
before his next escape attempt. He moved his head forward for the maverick mechanic to
look at. The maverick pushed aside X's brown hair and looked at the gash. "Fabulous!
Now we can't start for another week! Good for you!" The doctor maverick gave the
other maverick a nasty look walked over to a cabinet for some tools and bandages.
A communication came onto the screen; it was Vile. "Mode, are you there?" Vile's voice
boomed from the speakers.
"Yes commander!" The goon maverick reponded and answered the call. He was rubbing
his hands nervously together.
"Mode, why are you in the sick bay?" Vile's dissatisfaction was apparent. "Where is
X?"
"Uh.." The goon maverick, Mode, looked over his shoulder at the doctor bandaging X's
head. Vile noticed this and looked over as well.
"MODE..." Even the chair X was sitting in shook from the voice. "What did you do?"
"Uh.." Mode answered again.
"I think Alice would agree with me that she can't start the tests until next week."
The doctor said as he secured the bandage on X's head. "The results would just be
all over the place."
"Very well." Vile said. "Put him back in the cell." X started to protest when the
doctor reached over for something else, akwardly throwing X back in this chair. X
felt something cold press against his temple and a sharp beep through his ears. X
shuddered, and then his systems started to shut down again. X's body went limp, and
the world was enguled by darkness.
"What did you put on his head?" Mode asked.
"Just a scramble device, so you don't have to rough him up on the way _back_ to his
cell." The doctor stepped away from X. Mode pushed the wheelchair back out the door.
------
Vile strolled down the hallway. He should be annoyed that Mode messed up the job...
On the other hand, this gave X an extra week before the experiments had to start.
Certinly after the experiments finished, Sigma would want X dead, dispite Vile's
other suggestions on what to do with X.
But for this week, X would be his.
Vile unlocked the door to X's cell, and stepped into the darkened room. X was lying
on the bed. Looks like Mode just tossed him on there. Vile sighed. He walked
over and fixed the comforter so that it covered the hunter. Vile's eyes lingered on
the X's peaceful, sleeping face.
"Mine." Vile whispered. The maverick leaned towards X's head. He brushed away
some of the hair and gingerly rolled his fingertips over the bandages. All the while
X did not flinch, because the scrambler was still attached to the side of his head.
Vile leaned in further, to feel X's slow, even breaths. Vile stood back up to remove
his helmet. Once again he brought his face close to X's, and planted a soft kiss on
X's cheek. Even in the poor lighting, Vile could see the hunter's face flush slightly.
"Mine." Vile whispered in X's ear.
---------------
Mob member 1: *Holding up protest signs* Where's the Yaoi you promised?!
Mob member 2: Yeah!
Aya: A ha ha! Forgive me. This is my first time writing a Yaoi fic! So heed my words
when I ask for your patience! I'm taking things a little slow, okay?
X: Nya! I'm unconscious again!
Vile: Why do I wear a helmet anyway? I'm such a handsome bishounen.
X: *Reads story synopsis* Aya-Chan... why do I end up unconscious at the end of
every chapter?
Aya: *Grabs synopsis back* Because I like it like that! *Lifts hand up to bottom
of mouth and laughs*
Zero: *Sneaks a peak of synopsis* When do I get written in?
Aya: Uh... Maybe next week? I'm not sure...
Vile: I thought you hated me in all the X games. How come your first Shounen-ai
fic is featuring me?
Aya: Because I find your new relationship with X highly fascinating *wink* On with
the story!
----------------------
The Power Within
Chapter 2
//It's really quiet...// X thought to himself. //I guess it's not time to wake
up yet... I set the alarm for 7 o'clock.// X smiled and sighed warmly as he rolled
to one side to get another couple minutes of sleep.
"Wait a minute!" X's eyes snapped open. He was lying in a bed of a strange room. He
shifted his eyes slowly around and confirmed no one else was in the room with him.
Slowly he sat up right. The comforter slipped off as he sat up, and he noticed his armor
was missing. He was wearing the powder blue body suit that went under his armor. This
looked rather silly, since he looked like some kind of blue mime with the white gloves on.
With disgust, he took off the gloves and tossed them to one side.
He ran his hand through his hair and confirmed the communitcation radio, a small
device that was clipped under his hair, had also been removed. There was no way
to contact HQ. He looked on the sides of the bed... no shoes.
Sitting alone on the bed, armorless, shoeless, he felt humilated again. The events
of his capture came back to him in flashes, and he a disgruntled look appeared on
his face. He was still unsure of what happened, but it was clear Vile got the better
of him in that match.
//Gotta escape.// X gritted his teeth and hopped off the bed. The room was simple.
Four walls, one door, one bed, and a halogen light strip above. It was about 10ft
by 10ft, normal height. X took a peak under the bed, and found nothing unusual there.
The only way out of that room would be through the front door.
Just then, the door knob started to turn. Without his weapons or his armor, X was
just a bit more nervous than usual, but he also had extensive hand to hand combat
training, which was something to fall back on now.
A large reploid was on the other side of the doorway. X didn't recognize the
reploid, but assumed he was a maverick. There were no special decorations on
this maverick... actually he looked like a larger version of the lower ranked
mavericks. Still, he was bending down slightly to see inside the room, so he
was still a clear 2 feet taller than X.
As the larger reploid was sizing up X, the hunter did the same. //It wouldn't
be hard to over power him.// X thought. //I just need to have him charge me,
then I can throw him off balance.//
"Come with me." The maverick demanded, eyeing X to see if he would comply.
X looked around the room; it was much too small to do any kind of manuvering
inside, so he nodded, and started to head towards the door. Hopefully
he had more room on the other side.
Sure enough, as soon as the maverick moved out of the doorway, X saw that the
door lead to a long hallway. X started to walk down one direction, and heard
the maverick grunt angrily after him. X stopped walking and turned around.
The maverick was pointing in the other direction.
//Now's my chance.// There was only several feet between the maverick and himself,
it would be difficult, assuming the maverick had any kind of battle skills. X
made no indication that he was going to move at all, and simply smiled at the
maverick. As predicted, the maverick leapt at X, who quickly sidestepped the
charge, raised his arms, and flipped the maverick onto his back.
Immeidately he took several steps backwards. If he didn't want the other mavericks
alarmed, he would have to take out this one completely.
A familiar weakness overtook him. X pitched forwards slightly. It was happening
again, like his fight with Vile. The maverick took this opening and rushed X
again. This time, the maverick connected with X, knocking the blue hunter
several feet away. X started to roll onto his stomach, but the maverick, still
mad that X caught him off guard before, picked X up by the shoulders and slammed him
face first against the wall. The maverick took his hands off X's shoulders and allowed
him to side down the wall.
Lying on the floor now, X started to bring a trembling hand to his face, which was
throbbing from the trauma.
"I wouldn't try that again." The maverick sneered. "Get up." X tried to
push himself off the ground, but the combination of the weak feeling and getting
slammed into a wall proved too much to handle. He slumped back into the ground
and winced. "Get up!" The maverick demanded. X didn't want to get attacked again,
especailly when he was in no condition to fight back, so he tried again, but fell.
Now he started to panic, but then felt even weaker. The room was starting to black
out again. The maverick's voice was fading out like a distant echo. The halogen
lights above him started to flicker on and off. He felt something roll off
his forehead.
"Oh, shi..." X heard the maverick whisiper. He felt his body being lifted off
the ground, and rushed down the hallway. X blinked when something got in his eye.
Now he realized blood was trickling down his forehead.
//Great, the big goon broke something.// X thought to himself in a silly manner.
//Where's Mr. Einstein bringing me to now?// Soon the maverick carried X into a
lab, and set X down into a wheelchair. The maverick ran into an adjacent room and
got another reploid, this one probably a doctor, out with him.
Things were starting to get clearer, his head hurt a little less now, and he didn't
feel as weak as before. X brought his right hand to his head and felt around.
He found the source of the bleed and winced. It was not a small wound. The crash
to the wall caused a gash several two, maybe three inches long on the right
side of his head--the side that hit the wall first. He brought his hand down and
looked at his blood covered hand. This wasn't going to stop bleeding by itself, but
he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger as long as this was fixed relatively soon.
"You idiot, what did you do to him?" The other maverick said as he walked up to X.
"Commander Vile is going to have your head on a platter for this. You weren't suppoed
to rough him up before the tests!" The other maverick reached for X's head. With his
mind clearer now, X gave the maverick a suspicous glare and pulled his head back.
"I'm just going to fix this." The maverick said impatienly. X still wasn't sure what
was wrong with his systems, so he decided to get more information out of the mavericks
before his next escape attempt. He moved his head forward for the maverick mechanic to
look at. The maverick pushed aside X's brown hair and looked at the gash. "Fabulous!
Now we can't start for another week! Good for you!" The doctor maverick gave the
other maverick a nasty look walked over to a cabinet for some tools and bandages.
A communication came onto the screen; it was Vile. "Mode, are you there?" Vile's voice
boomed from the speakers.
"Yes commander!" The goon maverick reponded and answered the call. He was rubbing
his hands nervously together.
"Mode, why are you in the sick bay?" Vile's dissatisfaction was apparent. "Where is
X?"
"Uh.." The goon maverick, Mode, looked over his shoulder at the doctor bandaging X's
head. Vile noticed this and looked over as well.
"MODE..." Even the chair X was sitting in shook from the voice. "What did you do?"
"Uh.." Mode answered again.
"I think Alice would agree with me that she can't start the tests until next week."
The doctor said as he secured the bandage on X's head. "The results would just be
all over the place."
"Very well." Vile said. "Put him back in the cell." X started to protest when the
doctor reached over for something else, akwardly throwing X back in this chair. X
felt something cold press against his temple and a sharp beep through his ears. X
shuddered, and then his systems started to shut down again. X's body went limp, and
the world was enguled by darkness.
"What did you put on his head?" Mode asked.
"Just a scramble device, so you don't have to rough him up on the way _back_ to his
cell." The doctor stepped away from X. Mode pushed the wheelchair back out the door.
------
Vile strolled down the hallway. He should be annoyed that Mode messed up the job...
On the other hand, this gave X an extra week before the experiments had to start.
Certinly after the experiments finished, Sigma would want X dead, dispite Vile's
other suggestions on what to do with X.
But for this week, X would be his.
Vile unlocked the door to X's cell, and stepped into the darkened room. X was lying
on the bed. Looks like Mode just tossed him on there. Vile sighed. He walked
over and fixed the comforter so that it covered the hunter. Vile's eyes lingered on
the X's peaceful, sleeping face.
"Mine." Vile whispered. The maverick leaned towards X's head. He brushed away
some of the hair and gingerly rolled his fingertips over the bandages. All the while
X did not flinch, because the scrambler was still attached to the side of his head.
Vile leaned in further, to feel X's slow, even breaths. Vile stood back up to remove
his helmet. Once again he brought his face close to X's, and planted a soft kiss on
X's cheek. Even in the poor lighting, Vile could see the hunter's face flush slightly.
"Mine." Vile whispered in X's ear.
---------------
Mob member 1: *Holding up protest signs* Where's the Yaoi you promised?!
Mob member 2: Yeah!
Aya: A ha ha! Forgive me. This is my first time writing a Yaoi fic! So heed my words
when I ask for your patience! I'm taking things a little slow, okay?
X: Nya! I'm unconscious again!
Vile: Why do I wear a helmet anyway? I'm such a handsome bishounen.