ORION M
By ErikaofHalo and Paper Pieces
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A/N- So here's the low-down. This is our first Mutant X fic (well our first one deemed worthy to be put up on the same website as other great authors * cough *Lady S * cough*). We're very much newbie Mutant X-ers, so no angry flames that we got something wrong (civil criticism is appreciated). We've tried to stay faithful to the series and make everything tie in together with it, but it's kinda hard not having seen all the episodes. Be kind! Our feelings are very fragile!
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Chapter 1: Ambush
"Where'd Adam say this New Mutant was?" Shalimar Fox asked as she and her companion strode up the long slum-y downtown street. The sun was slowly setting over the distant abandoned buildings to the west.
Brennan Mulwray looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. "421 Duluth Street, Apartment 4B." He read and put the slip into his pocket. Looking around for building signs, he replied, "We found Duluth. I'm not seeing an apartment building."
Shalimar pulled her jacket closer around her and sighed. "You think the informant got the address wrong?"
"Well, there's 412." Brennan pointed a little further down the road to a large three-story building.
The woman squinted her eyes and outstretched her hand, motioning for the paper. "Doesn't look like an apartment building to me."
"More like a warehouse." Brennan agreed, fishing the paper out of his pocket once more. His face contorted in his effort to get the paper back out of the pocket of his tight jeans. "But maybe we should check it out anyway."
"I'll go." She replied. "I'm freezing out here."
"You want me to come too?"
She glanced at him as she began to walk away, slightly amused at the concern in his voice. "I got this. You just try not to die of hypothermia out here, 'kay?"
The tall handsome man rolled his eyes as the cat-like woman walked away. Sitting down on the side of the curb, he realized how cold actually was. He stuck his numbing hand into the pockets of his leather jacket and looked up at the sun set.
'Another day, another Mutant.' He thought with a sigh. The sounds of street in the background reminded him of his early days before Mutant X. It seemed like such a long time ago. Everything he cared about then seemed so trivial now.
A clatter of trashcans behind him brought him back to the present. Looking up he realized…he was surrounded.
Four uniform clad GSA agents were advancing on him, electric stun guns glowing purple. "You're under arrest…"
"You know what?" Brennan began jumping to his feet. "Don't let your mouth write a check, your ass can't cash."
He quickly brought up his fist in a defensive stance, but they didn't stay there long. The first agent advanced bringing his right fist across to contact Brennan's jaw. With a quick duck, the endangered mutant dodged the blow. Not giving up, the agent punched with his ready left hand and again with his right. Brennan easily caught both, crisscrossed the man's arms and kicked him away. The GSA agent doubled over and fell to the ground.
"That was easy." He smirked.
The next two came together, evenly paced between them. Taking advantage of his angle, he punched the left agent first, whom ducked, missing his blow. Still spinning from the punch, he brought his leg up for a full round house kick to the right agent knocking him to the pavement, and pulled his arm across again for another direct hit the face of the other. Angered by the punch, the man came back almost full force in series of blows and kicks. Blocking almost each attack, the mutant kicked the man away long enough for agent to draw his stun gun. A blast of purple flew by Brennan's ear.
"I can do that too." He replied and rubbed his hands together. In a jerk of his arm, he sent a bolt of electricity from his hand at the attacker knocking him against the far building.
The fourth held off, assessing the situation and learning from his companions. Brennan smiled at him and held out his hands in a beckoning gesture.
"Come on. I'm just warming up." He said with a chuckle as he put up his fist and hopped back and forth like a boxer.
The last agent ran with his fists ready. In one smooth motion, the mutant flipped his adversary over his back and slammed his body down hard on the street.
Suddenly his mind flew back to a moment ago and his blonde friend. Not sticking around for another fight, Brennan took off towards the warehouse. Out of a nearby alley, more GSA agent began to move in towards him blocking his path.
"Oh shit," He breathed and retraced his steps backwards. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw his previous attackers getting to their feet. As he looks to his sides for an exit, he didn't see one of the agent's pulling out a stun gun. Only as the energy bolts jolted through his body did he feel the fear rush to his brain. Brennan fell to the ground, barely conscious.
But he was conscious…conscious enough to hear new voices…not that of his attackers. Along with these voices came shouting and the sound of impacts, that on flesh and pavement. He slowly opened his weaken eyes and tried to look at the unclear scene around him.
Ten feet away a tall dark hared man was engaged in a hand-to-hand battle with three agents at the same time. With an abrupt hand gesture and a loud booming noise, all the uniformed fighters were on their backs, unconscious, and the man had moved on to more agents. A few feet away from him, a shorter blonde man was fighting, but without the same flare as the other man. His style seemed more outrageous and unorthodox, with a win at all cost strategy.
"We could use some help!" One of them called out. Suddenly a shadow flew over Brennan. A missile like object swooped down and took out a pair the blonde man was battling. The flyer stood up kicked the closest GSA agent in the back of the head.
Suddenly, there was a hand on his arm. Brennan realized he was being pulled along by his collar and forearm. The person above him was grunting with the effort.
"Let go of me." He said weakly, trying to wriggle his arm out of grasp.
"Don't move around." A tired and frustrated female voice shot at him. He opened his eyes. The world around him was still blurred and shaking, but he could make out a teenage girl with curly brown hair standing over him, pulling him to a nearby alley.
"Why did I get stuck with the victim?" She asked no one in particular.
A dark shadow appeared over her shoulder. "Watch…" Brennan began. The girl swiftly glanced over her shoulder. Giving a small yelp she flung herself on his body and covered her head with her hands.
Brennan's body began to tingle for a second. Instead of just his arm being pulled, his whole body felt like it was being tugged along at a very fast speed. Then it was over. He opened his eyes again and all he could see was the orange sky and the sides of two building over him.
"Hey," The girl said lightly slapping his cheek to get his attention. "Over here. How made fingers am I holding up?"
"Four," Brennan answered honestly.
The girl looked at her peace sign she was holding up. "Close enough. Looks like you got in a little deep." She smiled as she examined his body for injury. "I think you'll be okay, but you'll have a really head splitter tomorrow." He attempted to respond but she interrupted. "Nice ring. Married?"
He chuckled. "No," She picked up his hand to look at it. Suddenly, her eyes seemed to register something.
"Wait a minute are you--"
"TAWNY!" Another voice called out from a distance. "We gotta jet!"
"That's me." She stated and stood up. "Don't worry. You'll be okay. Watch out for those stun guns though."
In a moment, she was gone. He didn't hear the GSA anymore. All he really heard was his head throbbing. Then everything went black.