The Experiment: Chapter 1
A/N: I'm going to do sort of a science advancement in this chapter, it's the only way for this story to work. So please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or it's characters, just my own.
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Lab: A Day Later
~Meghan's POV~
I open my eyes, squinting against the harsh light of the overhead light.
Everything's foggy.
My vision is blurry, and I'm disorientated.
What the heck happened?
The last thing I remember is heading home after track practice.
I try to jerk up, only to be held down by straps around my chest, head arms, waist and legs.
Geez, can they have a few more straps holding me down?
I blink, and slowly start to remember what happened.
The coach.
That jerk betrayed me.
He must've told Friends of Humanity about me.
I'm in deep trouble.
Little do I know how much.
I clench my hands into fists, hoping for the surge of energy so I can break free from these straps.
Nothing.
The affect of the drug is wearing off, and I feel something around my neck.
I curse as I realize what it is.
An inhibitor collar.
There's nothing that I can do.
"Well, you finally woke up, I thought you never would." A cold voice to the right of me says, and I wish that I could turn my head to see him.
"What do you want with me?" I demand.
"Well it seems that our mutie has a temper, we can't have that." He answers.
I say as convincingly as I could: "you go the wrong person, I'm not a mutant."
"Please, not only did your track coach tell us your times, and how far you can run, but also your blood sample shows that you're a freak." He says, finally stepping so I can see him, having a smirk on his face.
I study him; he has gray, balding hair, about six feet tall, icy blue eyes, and a labcoat on.
I gulp.
A scientist.
He steps out of my line of vision again.
"Now, I have a theory of a way to permanently wipe out the mutant menace for good."
I laugh at him, "please, do you think that you're not the first one to try to do so? All of them have failed."
It's kind of funny that I can laugh in a situation like this.
I must be going insane.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I was in your situation, mutie." He spits the last word out distastefully.
"Now, lets see where I was at, oh yeah, an experiment that can end the mutie menace." He continues: "We decided that killing your kind would be too long, so we made a chemical that would change all that."
"What are you talking about?" I demand.
"There's a chemical that when injected into mutie blood, can make them a fetus again." He explains, stepping into view again, with a hypodermic needle in his hand.
No way.
This guys insane.
"You're insane." I say, eyes glued to the hypodermic needle.
"After that, it can change your DNA to become normal. Be grateful, you're the first mutie to ever be experimented on." He says, putting rubbing alcohol on my arm.
"What an honor," I say sarcastically.
"It is, now, this will only hurt for a second," he says, plunging the needle deeply in my arm.
I jerk in pain, trying to rip the needle out of my arm.
The straps prevent me from doing so.
I feel the liquid going into my veins.
And I scream.
The liquids burning in my veins, causing all my muscles to tense, and I try to wrench free from the straps that are holding me down.
The pain increases, spreading to my head and stomach.
Everything's fading now, my screams are still echoing across the lab.
The last thing I see forever is the triumphant face of the scientist.
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Same Place: Same Time
~General POV~
The scientist smiles triumphantly as the subject goes limp.
He checks her pulse.
There's one.
Faint.
But there's one.
He turns to one of his assistants, who looks white as a sheet from the events that he had just witnessed: "Contact Senator Kelly and Friends of Humanity, tell them that the experiment has worked, and in twenty years, we'll let the subject go as a child with no memory of what happened."
"Do you think that you have any right to do what you did to this child? She might be a mutie, but we're playing God here." The assistant protests.
"This is what I've been dreaming for years, and you have no right to question that, now go!"
The assistant flees from the wraith of the scientist.
Feeling like he just committed the crime of the century.
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There were no other test subjects.
The backers said to wait to see if the first one worked.
Twenty years passed before the subject was looked at again.
At that point, she wasn't even seen.
Unless if you had a microscope.
The first part of the chemical worked.
Now, it would only be a matter of time to see if the other part worked.
To see if the DNA could actually be changed.
For the parents of that child, they searched for a long time.
Finally, they gave up, having no leads from the police.
They still mourn for their lost child.
As for the child itself:
She grew up in another family.
Being injected into a woman when she wanted to be pregnant.
She has absolutely no memory about her past life.
She has no clue that the government is watching her.
Until one day.
TBC.
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A/N: I know that chapter was probably bizarre, but it was the starting block for the next chapters. Don't worry, the rest of them won't be this bizarre. Please review.
A/N: I'm going to do sort of a science advancement in this chapter, it's the only way for this story to work. So please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or it's characters, just my own.
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Lab: A Day Later
~Meghan's POV~
I open my eyes, squinting against the harsh light of the overhead light.
Everything's foggy.
My vision is blurry, and I'm disorientated.
What the heck happened?
The last thing I remember is heading home after track practice.
I try to jerk up, only to be held down by straps around my chest, head arms, waist and legs.
Geez, can they have a few more straps holding me down?
I blink, and slowly start to remember what happened.
The coach.
That jerk betrayed me.
He must've told Friends of Humanity about me.
I'm in deep trouble.
Little do I know how much.
I clench my hands into fists, hoping for the surge of energy so I can break free from these straps.
Nothing.
The affect of the drug is wearing off, and I feel something around my neck.
I curse as I realize what it is.
An inhibitor collar.
There's nothing that I can do.
"Well, you finally woke up, I thought you never would." A cold voice to the right of me says, and I wish that I could turn my head to see him.
"What do you want with me?" I demand.
"Well it seems that our mutie has a temper, we can't have that." He answers.
I say as convincingly as I could: "you go the wrong person, I'm not a mutant."
"Please, not only did your track coach tell us your times, and how far you can run, but also your blood sample shows that you're a freak." He says, finally stepping so I can see him, having a smirk on his face.
I study him; he has gray, balding hair, about six feet tall, icy blue eyes, and a labcoat on.
I gulp.
A scientist.
He steps out of my line of vision again.
"Now, I have a theory of a way to permanently wipe out the mutant menace for good."
I laugh at him, "please, do you think that you're not the first one to try to do so? All of them have failed."
It's kind of funny that I can laugh in a situation like this.
I must be going insane.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I was in your situation, mutie." He spits the last word out distastefully.
"Now, lets see where I was at, oh yeah, an experiment that can end the mutie menace." He continues: "We decided that killing your kind would be too long, so we made a chemical that would change all that."
"What are you talking about?" I demand.
"There's a chemical that when injected into mutie blood, can make them a fetus again." He explains, stepping into view again, with a hypodermic needle in his hand.
No way.
This guys insane.
"You're insane." I say, eyes glued to the hypodermic needle.
"After that, it can change your DNA to become normal. Be grateful, you're the first mutie to ever be experimented on." He says, putting rubbing alcohol on my arm.
"What an honor," I say sarcastically.
"It is, now, this will only hurt for a second," he says, plunging the needle deeply in my arm.
I jerk in pain, trying to rip the needle out of my arm.
The straps prevent me from doing so.
I feel the liquid going into my veins.
And I scream.
The liquids burning in my veins, causing all my muscles to tense, and I try to wrench free from the straps that are holding me down.
The pain increases, spreading to my head and stomach.
Everything's fading now, my screams are still echoing across the lab.
The last thing I see forever is the triumphant face of the scientist.
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Same Place: Same Time
~General POV~
The scientist smiles triumphantly as the subject goes limp.
He checks her pulse.
There's one.
Faint.
But there's one.
He turns to one of his assistants, who looks white as a sheet from the events that he had just witnessed: "Contact Senator Kelly and Friends of Humanity, tell them that the experiment has worked, and in twenty years, we'll let the subject go as a child with no memory of what happened."
"Do you think that you have any right to do what you did to this child? She might be a mutie, but we're playing God here." The assistant protests.
"This is what I've been dreaming for years, and you have no right to question that, now go!"
The assistant flees from the wraith of the scientist.
Feeling like he just committed the crime of the century.
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There were no other test subjects.
The backers said to wait to see if the first one worked.
Twenty years passed before the subject was looked at again.
At that point, she wasn't even seen.
Unless if you had a microscope.
The first part of the chemical worked.
Now, it would only be a matter of time to see if the other part worked.
To see if the DNA could actually be changed.
For the parents of that child, they searched for a long time.
Finally, they gave up, having no leads from the police.
They still mourn for their lost child.
As for the child itself:
She grew up in another family.
Being injected into a woman when she wanted to be pregnant.
She has absolutely no memory about her past life.
She has no clue that the government is watching her.
Until one day.
TBC.
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A/N: I know that chapter was probably bizarre, but it was the starting block for the next chapters. Don't worry, the rest of them won't be this bizarre. Please review.