The Experiment: Chapter 3
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, or it's characters, just mine.
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Outside Meghan's House: A Half-Hour after the workout
~Meghan's POV~
"Hey, chere, what's all those cars doing outside of your house?" Remy asks me as we walk up the walkway to the front door.
I frown, there's about fifteen of them in front of it. "I don't know, maybe they forgot about the party and decided to have a social event instead."
Allison snorts, "that sounds like them."
I sigh, "it's hard to have parents that want to go up in the social ladder, I'm surprised that they allowed me to stay after they found out I was a mutant."
"That is surprising," Warren agrees.
"If they're having a social event, we can just go and get pizza or something instead, it's really no big deal." I say, trying to be good- natured about the whole thing.
"Whatever you say, chere," Remy says, pulling out a cigarette.
I roll my eyes and open my door, "Mom, Dad! I'm home with the gang!"
"FREEZE F.B.I.!" An authoritive voice yells as at least thirty guns are pointed at us.
I stop dead in my tracks, staring at all the guns pointed at my friends and me. There are about thirty men in the living room, and all of them wear the things that you see the F.B.I. wear in those movies.
"This is some social event," Allison says, staring at the guns.
"What's going on?" Remy demands stepping forward, and I put my arm out to stop him before he gets shot.
"Well, freaks, you're going with us in a car trip, to a little lab. The little lab rat over there already knows about it." The one in front explains gesturing to me with his gun.
I frown, "I have no clue what you're talking about."
"You'll know soon enough, and they need a few more freaks, so the more that come, the better. Now, lets get going." He says, and the agents surround us.
"What about my parents," I demand.
"Bye, honey, I hope that you have a good trip." Mom says, coming out of the kitchen.
My jaw drops.
I don't believe it.
They betrayed me.
"Why?" I demand, being pushed through the door.
"Because we don't want a freak in our house, that's why." She spits the explanation out. "The F.B.I. paid us a lot for information to tell them about you growing up, and to arrange a 'party' for you and your friends, have a nice life." She says, turning and walking away without another word.
"Happy birthday, chere," Remy says sarcastically as they shove through the door.
"Any bright ideas?" Allison whispers to us, as we're pushed down the walkway.
"One," I say, glancing around, good, the agents are giving us a wide berth. "Remy, do you have any cards that you can blow up?"
"I always carry them, chere. Why?" He asks me, confused.
"Perfect, we have to act fast, so here's what we do-"
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Two minutes later it starts.
Remy stumbles, cursing loudly and yelling about his ankle.
I step next to Warren, getting out of the way.
Allison rushes forward, looking concerned.
I take a deep breath, 'here goes nothing.'
The F.B.I agents rush forward, some still standing with us to make sure Warren and I don't do anything.
Then, as soon as the agents are close enough.
There's an explosion.
Over their heads, but nonetheless, they scatter; not knowing it came from Remy.
I jump on Warren's back, piggyback style, and grab onto the belts that are hiding his wings.
The explosions keep on happening, but I see that the feds are regrouping, ready to shoot Remy.
Then, with a jump, Warren's in the air.
And I'm already firing energy beams from his back.
I see Allison and Remy bolting down a side alleyway.
I hope, pray, that they make it.
A gunshot sounds, startling me from my thoughts as I keep on firing energy beams.
Aiming towards the open spots, not actually the agents themselves.
They're starting to realize that.
"We need to get out of here," Warren says urgently, trying to dodge the fire.
I nod, "lets go."
He flies off to set location where we're supposed to meet Remy and Allison.
I just hope that they make it.
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That night
~General POV~
Way up north, New York.
In a town called Manchester.
There's a man watching TV, smoking a cigar.
"And in other news, four mutants that are considered dangerous to society escaped from the F.B.I. today. The F.B.I. has no comment on why they wanted the mutants." The reporter says.
Logan/Wolverine snorts, "big surprise there. Hey, Chuck! Come here a sec!"
"What is it, Logan," a voice in his head speaks calmly as he wheels into the room, two people following him.
Logan growls, "for the final time, get out of my head!"
"What do you want to talk to the professor about?" Scott asks sitting down next to Logan and giving him a dirty look for showing disrespect to his mentor.
"There's a news flash about four mutants who just escaped from the feds, apparently their chasing them for no apparent reason, at least they don't want the press to know why." He explains.
Xavier frowns, "I hope that they're okay."
Jean sighs sadly, "With the feds after them, probably not."
"I'll go look for them on Cerebro, maybe we can find them before the feds do." Xavier says, wheeling out of the room.
Jean sighs, "I hope so."
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if the last few chapters dragged, the next ones will be better hopefully. Please review.
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, or it's characters, just mine.
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Outside Meghan's House: A Half-Hour after the workout
~Meghan's POV~
"Hey, chere, what's all those cars doing outside of your house?" Remy asks me as we walk up the walkway to the front door.
I frown, there's about fifteen of them in front of it. "I don't know, maybe they forgot about the party and decided to have a social event instead."
Allison snorts, "that sounds like them."
I sigh, "it's hard to have parents that want to go up in the social ladder, I'm surprised that they allowed me to stay after they found out I was a mutant."
"That is surprising," Warren agrees.
"If they're having a social event, we can just go and get pizza or something instead, it's really no big deal." I say, trying to be good- natured about the whole thing.
"Whatever you say, chere," Remy says, pulling out a cigarette.
I roll my eyes and open my door, "Mom, Dad! I'm home with the gang!"
"FREEZE F.B.I.!" An authoritive voice yells as at least thirty guns are pointed at us.
I stop dead in my tracks, staring at all the guns pointed at my friends and me. There are about thirty men in the living room, and all of them wear the things that you see the F.B.I. wear in those movies.
"This is some social event," Allison says, staring at the guns.
"What's going on?" Remy demands stepping forward, and I put my arm out to stop him before he gets shot.
"Well, freaks, you're going with us in a car trip, to a little lab. The little lab rat over there already knows about it." The one in front explains gesturing to me with his gun.
I frown, "I have no clue what you're talking about."
"You'll know soon enough, and they need a few more freaks, so the more that come, the better. Now, lets get going." He says, and the agents surround us.
"What about my parents," I demand.
"Bye, honey, I hope that you have a good trip." Mom says, coming out of the kitchen.
My jaw drops.
I don't believe it.
They betrayed me.
"Why?" I demand, being pushed through the door.
"Because we don't want a freak in our house, that's why." She spits the explanation out. "The F.B.I. paid us a lot for information to tell them about you growing up, and to arrange a 'party' for you and your friends, have a nice life." She says, turning and walking away without another word.
"Happy birthday, chere," Remy says sarcastically as they shove through the door.
"Any bright ideas?" Allison whispers to us, as we're pushed down the walkway.
"One," I say, glancing around, good, the agents are giving us a wide berth. "Remy, do you have any cards that you can blow up?"
"I always carry them, chere. Why?" He asks me, confused.
"Perfect, we have to act fast, so here's what we do-"
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Two minutes later it starts.
Remy stumbles, cursing loudly and yelling about his ankle.
I step next to Warren, getting out of the way.
Allison rushes forward, looking concerned.
I take a deep breath, 'here goes nothing.'
The F.B.I agents rush forward, some still standing with us to make sure Warren and I don't do anything.
Then, as soon as the agents are close enough.
There's an explosion.
Over their heads, but nonetheless, they scatter; not knowing it came from Remy.
I jump on Warren's back, piggyback style, and grab onto the belts that are hiding his wings.
The explosions keep on happening, but I see that the feds are regrouping, ready to shoot Remy.
Then, with a jump, Warren's in the air.
And I'm already firing energy beams from his back.
I see Allison and Remy bolting down a side alleyway.
I hope, pray, that they make it.
A gunshot sounds, startling me from my thoughts as I keep on firing energy beams.
Aiming towards the open spots, not actually the agents themselves.
They're starting to realize that.
"We need to get out of here," Warren says urgently, trying to dodge the fire.
I nod, "lets go."
He flies off to set location where we're supposed to meet Remy and Allison.
I just hope that they make it.
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That night
~General POV~
Way up north, New York.
In a town called Manchester.
There's a man watching TV, smoking a cigar.
"And in other news, four mutants that are considered dangerous to society escaped from the F.B.I. today. The F.B.I. has no comment on why they wanted the mutants." The reporter says.
Logan/Wolverine snorts, "big surprise there. Hey, Chuck! Come here a sec!"
"What is it, Logan," a voice in his head speaks calmly as he wheels into the room, two people following him.
Logan growls, "for the final time, get out of my head!"
"What do you want to talk to the professor about?" Scott asks sitting down next to Logan and giving him a dirty look for showing disrespect to his mentor.
"There's a news flash about four mutants who just escaped from the feds, apparently their chasing them for no apparent reason, at least they don't want the press to know why." He explains.
Xavier frowns, "I hope that they're okay."
Jean sighs sadly, "With the feds after them, probably not."
"I'll go look for them on Cerebro, maybe we can find them before the feds do." Xavier says, wheeling out of the room.
Jean sighs, "I hope so."
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if the last few chapters dragged, the next ones will be better hopefully. Please review.