The Experiment: Chapter 4
A/N: Now it comes to the major part of the plot, so please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, or it's characters, just my own.
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Louisiana: That Night
~Meghan's POV~
Warren lands in a clearing deep in the woods, and I climb off, "If we get out of this alive, you're going on a diet." Warren says, gasping for air.
I snort, "I strongly doubt that I can lose anymore weight, but that was longer than all the other times I rode you combined, so I understand why you're tired. Get some rest, as soon as Remy and Allison make it here, we can get our stuff and leave."
"How are we going to get our stuff, all our houses must be swarming with feds by now." Warren points out, leaning against a tree.
"I have a plan, I just hope that the others make it," I say, climbing a tree to look out for any trouble.
There's nothing else said as I lean against the tree trunk, sitting in a branch high enough to see a good distance into the woods.
Hours pass, and I sit and worry about my other two friends. I hear some light snoring coming from Warren after an hour or so.
I sigh, 'looks like all of us are outcasts.'
I hate this.
If my friends didn't come to my house today, they wouldn't have been involved.
Instead, now all of us are forced to flee the homes that we've ever known.
A snapping twig interrupts my thoughts, and I tense, ready to fight if necessary.
"Hey," Allison calls softly in the underbrush.
Relief floods me.
They made it.
"Hey, am I glad to see you! Did you have any problems?" I ask quietly.
"Non, chere, the feds didn't even chase us after we went through the first brick wall." Remy replies, and both of them stumble into the clearing.
I climb down and hug both of them; "it wasn't exactly bright of them to kidnap us without an inhibitor collar on." I say.
"Must've wanted it to look like we weren't Mutants, and with thirty guns, I bet they expected little resistance." Remy replies, reaching for a cigarette.
"Don't start smoking here, you might start a fire." I retort, he rolls his eyes at me, but doesn't light it.
"Any ideas to do next?" Allison asks me.
"Well home is out of the question, the next step I say is to go when Warren's up to it, and get as much stuff that we can from our house. We'll need food, clothes, and at least blankets and two tents." I say, thinking hard.
"My dad can help us out," Remy offers, "he probably already got rid of the feds at his house."
I chuckle, "probably, being the leader of the Thieves Guild and all."
Warren yawns and stretches, "I'm all set, who's going first?"
I step forward, "I will, then Warren can go with Remy, and Allison can go with me. Flying all the time. The doors will probably be locked and guarded."
Remy nods his approval, "Smart thinking, chere."
I climb on Warrens back, and then we were off again.
We slip through a second story window, and I very quickly and quietly go through the whole house, stealing non-perishable goods, blankets, clothes, and as much money as I could get my hands on.
My backpack was bulging by the time we left.
The same thing is repeated at all our houses, Allison and Warren's families crying coming from the bedrooms. Both Allison and Warren have tents, so we took them for the trip.
Remy was already at his house by the time that we got there.
I was right not a fed in sight.
Good so far.
We reach the door, and it flings open without a chance for us to knock. Jean Luc studies us for a second, and then gestures us to come in.
Remy's sitting at the kitchen table, scarfing down some food.
My mouth waters at the sight of food, I haven't eaten since lunch.
"Help yourselves," Jean Luc offers, gesturing towards the food.
We all sit down and take his offer.
He glances at us, sitting down across from us: "I won't lie to you, there's nothing I can do to help you in this situation except give you food, money, and anything else you might need. Your best bet is Canada, That's the closest, and Canada just passed a law saying that law enforcement in the U.S. isn't allowed to you guys beyond the border. Here, this will help you."
He tosses Allison a map, and she tucks it safely into her backpack. "If you need anything at any time, contact me, I'll help you out as best as I can. Other than that, good luck."
"Thanks, we're going to need it." I say, leaning back in the chair.
Remy comes back, from getting his things carrying a bulging backpack. "I'm ready to go."
"Before you go, there are two things that you need to know. One is to not trust anyone except yourselves, the feds already have a large reward out for you, and a description, don't tell anyone that your mutants, and especially that you're runaways, you'll have the feds swarming all over you before you can even blink." Jean Luc warns us.
I nod, "We were already planning to do that."
"The other is vitally important, so pay attention," Jean says, then looks around to make sure that he has our full attention, he does, so he continues: "There's a robot called Sentinels, they're programmed to kill and destroy mutants. Keep away from them; they can kill you by just looking at you. They have a tracker in them, so they know which ones are mutants and which aren't, if you see some, run away. Do I make myself clear?"
I swallow hard, his warning to us scaring me: "yes sir."
"Good, and good luck, travel at night, you're less likely to be seen." He gets up and hugs Remy, "Be careful son, and I love you."
Remy swallows hard, probably scared about this as much as I am, "bye dad, and I love you to."
Slowly all of us walk out of the house, heading in the direction that we thought was north.
Going on the adventure of a lifetime.
Alone.
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if it was corny at the end, but some bases needed to be covered there, the next chapter happens two years after this, so until then, please review.
A/N: Now it comes to the major part of the plot, so please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, or it's characters, just my own.
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Louisiana: That Night
~Meghan's POV~
Warren lands in a clearing deep in the woods, and I climb off, "If we get out of this alive, you're going on a diet." Warren says, gasping for air.
I snort, "I strongly doubt that I can lose anymore weight, but that was longer than all the other times I rode you combined, so I understand why you're tired. Get some rest, as soon as Remy and Allison make it here, we can get our stuff and leave."
"How are we going to get our stuff, all our houses must be swarming with feds by now." Warren points out, leaning against a tree.
"I have a plan, I just hope that the others make it," I say, climbing a tree to look out for any trouble.
There's nothing else said as I lean against the tree trunk, sitting in a branch high enough to see a good distance into the woods.
Hours pass, and I sit and worry about my other two friends. I hear some light snoring coming from Warren after an hour or so.
I sigh, 'looks like all of us are outcasts.'
I hate this.
If my friends didn't come to my house today, they wouldn't have been involved.
Instead, now all of us are forced to flee the homes that we've ever known.
A snapping twig interrupts my thoughts, and I tense, ready to fight if necessary.
"Hey," Allison calls softly in the underbrush.
Relief floods me.
They made it.
"Hey, am I glad to see you! Did you have any problems?" I ask quietly.
"Non, chere, the feds didn't even chase us after we went through the first brick wall." Remy replies, and both of them stumble into the clearing.
I climb down and hug both of them; "it wasn't exactly bright of them to kidnap us without an inhibitor collar on." I say.
"Must've wanted it to look like we weren't Mutants, and with thirty guns, I bet they expected little resistance." Remy replies, reaching for a cigarette.
"Don't start smoking here, you might start a fire." I retort, he rolls his eyes at me, but doesn't light it.
"Any ideas to do next?" Allison asks me.
"Well home is out of the question, the next step I say is to go when Warren's up to it, and get as much stuff that we can from our house. We'll need food, clothes, and at least blankets and two tents." I say, thinking hard.
"My dad can help us out," Remy offers, "he probably already got rid of the feds at his house."
I chuckle, "probably, being the leader of the Thieves Guild and all."
Warren yawns and stretches, "I'm all set, who's going first?"
I step forward, "I will, then Warren can go with Remy, and Allison can go with me. Flying all the time. The doors will probably be locked and guarded."
Remy nods his approval, "Smart thinking, chere."
I climb on Warrens back, and then we were off again.
We slip through a second story window, and I very quickly and quietly go through the whole house, stealing non-perishable goods, blankets, clothes, and as much money as I could get my hands on.
My backpack was bulging by the time we left.
The same thing is repeated at all our houses, Allison and Warren's families crying coming from the bedrooms. Both Allison and Warren have tents, so we took them for the trip.
Remy was already at his house by the time that we got there.
I was right not a fed in sight.
Good so far.
We reach the door, and it flings open without a chance for us to knock. Jean Luc studies us for a second, and then gestures us to come in.
Remy's sitting at the kitchen table, scarfing down some food.
My mouth waters at the sight of food, I haven't eaten since lunch.
"Help yourselves," Jean Luc offers, gesturing towards the food.
We all sit down and take his offer.
He glances at us, sitting down across from us: "I won't lie to you, there's nothing I can do to help you in this situation except give you food, money, and anything else you might need. Your best bet is Canada, That's the closest, and Canada just passed a law saying that law enforcement in the U.S. isn't allowed to you guys beyond the border. Here, this will help you."
He tosses Allison a map, and she tucks it safely into her backpack. "If you need anything at any time, contact me, I'll help you out as best as I can. Other than that, good luck."
"Thanks, we're going to need it." I say, leaning back in the chair.
Remy comes back, from getting his things carrying a bulging backpack. "I'm ready to go."
"Before you go, there are two things that you need to know. One is to not trust anyone except yourselves, the feds already have a large reward out for you, and a description, don't tell anyone that your mutants, and especially that you're runaways, you'll have the feds swarming all over you before you can even blink." Jean Luc warns us.
I nod, "We were already planning to do that."
"The other is vitally important, so pay attention," Jean says, then looks around to make sure that he has our full attention, he does, so he continues: "There's a robot called Sentinels, they're programmed to kill and destroy mutants. Keep away from them; they can kill you by just looking at you. They have a tracker in them, so they know which ones are mutants and which aren't, if you see some, run away. Do I make myself clear?"
I swallow hard, his warning to us scaring me: "yes sir."
"Good, and good luck, travel at night, you're less likely to be seen." He gets up and hugs Remy, "Be careful son, and I love you."
Remy swallows hard, probably scared about this as much as I am, "bye dad, and I love you to."
Slowly all of us walk out of the house, heading in the direction that we thought was north.
Going on the adventure of a lifetime.
Alone.
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if it was corny at the end, but some bases needed to be covered there, the next chapter happens two years after this, so until then, please review.