The Experiment: Chapter 5
A/N: This chapter starts two years later also it contains graphic violence. You've been warned, please review.
Disclaimer: Look at the other chapters same things apply.
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Somewhere Beyond New York City
~Meghan's POV~
I squint and roll over, trying to block the sunset from my eyes.
It's been two years since me and my friends left the life that any of us have ever known.
We're almost at the border now.
I can write a whole book about the adventures that have happened to us along the way.
Maybe someday, I will.
If the feds ever get off our backs.
I don't see that coming anytime soon.
We've had our share of Sentinels, too.
I still have a scar on my leg where a laser grazed me to the bone.
I consider myself lucky.
If it hit me directly, I wouldn't be alive right this second.
"Evening, chere," Remy says, stirring breakfast up in a stew that came from a can.
"Evening," I yawn.
We also travel light, Remy's cooking with the stew still in the can.
We travel by night, when our money runs out, we work odd jobs at towns that we walk by, saying that we're kids looking for jobs for some spare change.
We've been lucky, no one's questioned us so far.
Remy wears sunglasses that cover his eyes, and Warren has belts that hide his wings. I still have the baggy clothes, and Allison doesn't have any problems.
I look around, "where's Allison and Warren?"
"Well, sleeping beauty, since you decided to sleep in, they're cleaning the camp." He says, leaning back, apparently satisfied that the stew is done.
We've tried to leave no trace that we were anywhere.
But we still had countless close calls.
Some of them almost too close.
But we made it this far.
I don't see anything that's going to stop us now.
"I'll start packing our things," I offer, grabbing the first tent bag and stuffing it into Allison's backpack.
We only use tents when it rains.
Saves time.
I throw the meager amount of things that we have, evenly distributing the weight, and then go into the bushes to change.
I come out a minute later, wearing Warren's old jeans and Allison's t- shirt. We're wearing hand-me-downs of each other's clothes, only shopping for Warren, because he's the tallest.
Saves money that way.
Allison and Warren come back, and Remy distributes the stew, putting it in used cans. "What's the plan tonight?" He asks Allison.
She pulls out the map, "we're close to a town called Winchester, I think that we should swing wide, and then head north until we reach the border, about three days from here."
I nod, "sounds like a plan, when we reach the border, we should hide a day, and then Warren can fly us over in the cover of night."
We finish our meal in silence, and then pick up our backpacks and start on our journey once again.
Allison in the lead, she has the map and is the best navigator that anyone can find.
Me behind her, unofficially declared leader, and ready to fight if a problem arises.
Warren behind me, ready to help out if needed.
And Remy, always good in a fight, takes the rear.
We reach a field when it's pitch black out, and trudge through it.
A click stops Allison, and I barely see an outline of a rifle in the darkness.
Pointed at her head.
Oh no.
"What are you doing coming through my property this late at night?" A slightly accented voice demands.
Manners before violence, I remind myself as I step forward. "I'm sorry, sir, but we didn't know that this was your property. We'll leave and go in another direction if you want-"
My offer is cut short when he speaks, eying Warren's wings and Remy's red eyes. "They can stay the night, you two can't." He says, gesturing with his gun to the two male companions about the offer on board.
"We're not going anywhere," Remy says stubbornly, and I clench my fist, allowing energy to surge into it.
He glances at my glowing hand, "you're a mutant too, aren't you?" He asks.
"Maybe," I say, ready to attack him.
He hesitates, "come in all of you, you can stay the night."
"Why should we trust you?" I demand suspiciously.
His eyes flash a purple color, and suddenly I'm three feet in the air. "That's why," he explains, setting me gently on the ground, "I recognize you four from TV, and I won't turn you in, in fact, I'll get you to where you want to go."
All my friends turn to me, and I hesitate, remembering Jean Luc's warning, "Alright, but only one night."
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Bedroom
I yawn, I know I went to sleep a few hours ago, but this bed looks so appealing.
Allison is already sleeping, I can tell by her deep breathing in her own bed.
I stretch out on the bed, and think about the family I met tonight.
The daughter's about my age, and looks exactly like a cat, tail and all.
And the wife isn't a mutant, but is nice to us and gives us enough food to last us a month.
I stretch out, and soon fall asleep.
Only to jerk awake less than an hour later.
Something's wrong.
I stumble out of bed and towards the window.
What I see makes my jaw drop.
Four Sentinels.
All heading this way.
I one stride I'm at Allison's bed, shaking her awake. "Sentinels," I hiss, and that wakes her up instantly.
We don't bother getting dressed; we just grab our stuff and pound on the boy's room.
Remy opens the door a second later, "What's going on?" He demands, yawning.
"There's four Sentinels heading this way, get Warren awake, don't bother getting dressed, just grab your stuff, we'll try to wake up the family." I don't have to say anything else, he's already yelling at Warren.
I sprint down the hallway, and pound on the door.
No response.
"Come on," Allison hisses to me, "they always go after the bigger groups first, we'll lead them away from here."
Remy and Warren come running out, and we all sprint out of the house and a mile away.
Good enough distance for them to find us, but enough of a head start to get away.
We crouch down in the grass, and I pull out my field glasses, "here they come."
To our horror, they don't head to us.
They head to the house.
A laser beam ignites a fire, and all of us watch, as three innocent people get burned alive in their own house.
"NO!!!" Allison screams, and lunges towards the house.
I grab onto her shoulder, trying to hold her back from getting killed.
"There's nothing that we can do." I snap, holding her back with Remy's and Warren's help.
"NO!!!" She's howling now, trying to get loose from our grips.
"Remy, go into the woods, keep out of sight, and put her into safety." I order, and Remy nods and drags her away.
A girl comes out screaming, on fire, and I hear laughter.
Friends of Humanity are here.
To watch.
Horror fills me more, and I hear Warren whisper "oh god."
A single gunshot ends the screaming, and the Sentinels fly away, and I watch Friends of Humanity cheering as the house burns.
Sickness twists my guts, and I hear Warren throwing up beside me.
I might be throwing up right now.
They finally leave.
And we still watch as the flames of hate rise higher into the pitch-black sky.
TBC.
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A/N: That might've deserved an R for this chapter, if so, I'm sorry, but it's part of the story. Please review.
A/N: This chapter starts two years later also it contains graphic violence. You've been warned, please review.
Disclaimer: Look at the other chapters same things apply.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Somewhere Beyond New York City
~Meghan's POV~
I squint and roll over, trying to block the sunset from my eyes.
It's been two years since me and my friends left the life that any of us have ever known.
We're almost at the border now.
I can write a whole book about the adventures that have happened to us along the way.
Maybe someday, I will.
If the feds ever get off our backs.
I don't see that coming anytime soon.
We've had our share of Sentinels, too.
I still have a scar on my leg where a laser grazed me to the bone.
I consider myself lucky.
If it hit me directly, I wouldn't be alive right this second.
"Evening, chere," Remy says, stirring breakfast up in a stew that came from a can.
"Evening," I yawn.
We also travel light, Remy's cooking with the stew still in the can.
We travel by night, when our money runs out, we work odd jobs at towns that we walk by, saying that we're kids looking for jobs for some spare change.
We've been lucky, no one's questioned us so far.
Remy wears sunglasses that cover his eyes, and Warren has belts that hide his wings. I still have the baggy clothes, and Allison doesn't have any problems.
I look around, "where's Allison and Warren?"
"Well, sleeping beauty, since you decided to sleep in, they're cleaning the camp." He says, leaning back, apparently satisfied that the stew is done.
We've tried to leave no trace that we were anywhere.
But we still had countless close calls.
Some of them almost too close.
But we made it this far.
I don't see anything that's going to stop us now.
"I'll start packing our things," I offer, grabbing the first tent bag and stuffing it into Allison's backpack.
We only use tents when it rains.
Saves time.
I throw the meager amount of things that we have, evenly distributing the weight, and then go into the bushes to change.
I come out a minute later, wearing Warren's old jeans and Allison's t- shirt. We're wearing hand-me-downs of each other's clothes, only shopping for Warren, because he's the tallest.
Saves money that way.
Allison and Warren come back, and Remy distributes the stew, putting it in used cans. "What's the plan tonight?" He asks Allison.
She pulls out the map, "we're close to a town called Winchester, I think that we should swing wide, and then head north until we reach the border, about three days from here."
I nod, "sounds like a plan, when we reach the border, we should hide a day, and then Warren can fly us over in the cover of night."
We finish our meal in silence, and then pick up our backpacks and start on our journey once again.
Allison in the lead, she has the map and is the best navigator that anyone can find.
Me behind her, unofficially declared leader, and ready to fight if a problem arises.
Warren behind me, ready to help out if needed.
And Remy, always good in a fight, takes the rear.
We reach a field when it's pitch black out, and trudge through it.
A click stops Allison, and I barely see an outline of a rifle in the darkness.
Pointed at her head.
Oh no.
"What are you doing coming through my property this late at night?" A slightly accented voice demands.
Manners before violence, I remind myself as I step forward. "I'm sorry, sir, but we didn't know that this was your property. We'll leave and go in another direction if you want-"
My offer is cut short when he speaks, eying Warren's wings and Remy's red eyes. "They can stay the night, you two can't." He says, gesturing with his gun to the two male companions about the offer on board.
"We're not going anywhere," Remy says stubbornly, and I clench my fist, allowing energy to surge into it.
He glances at my glowing hand, "you're a mutant too, aren't you?" He asks.
"Maybe," I say, ready to attack him.
He hesitates, "come in all of you, you can stay the night."
"Why should we trust you?" I demand suspiciously.
His eyes flash a purple color, and suddenly I'm three feet in the air. "That's why," he explains, setting me gently on the ground, "I recognize you four from TV, and I won't turn you in, in fact, I'll get you to where you want to go."
All my friends turn to me, and I hesitate, remembering Jean Luc's warning, "Alright, but only one night."
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Bedroom
I yawn, I know I went to sleep a few hours ago, but this bed looks so appealing.
Allison is already sleeping, I can tell by her deep breathing in her own bed.
I stretch out on the bed, and think about the family I met tonight.
The daughter's about my age, and looks exactly like a cat, tail and all.
And the wife isn't a mutant, but is nice to us and gives us enough food to last us a month.
I stretch out, and soon fall asleep.
Only to jerk awake less than an hour later.
Something's wrong.
I stumble out of bed and towards the window.
What I see makes my jaw drop.
Four Sentinels.
All heading this way.
I one stride I'm at Allison's bed, shaking her awake. "Sentinels," I hiss, and that wakes her up instantly.
We don't bother getting dressed; we just grab our stuff and pound on the boy's room.
Remy opens the door a second later, "What's going on?" He demands, yawning.
"There's four Sentinels heading this way, get Warren awake, don't bother getting dressed, just grab your stuff, we'll try to wake up the family." I don't have to say anything else, he's already yelling at Warren.
I sprint down the hallway, and pound on the door.
No response.
"Come on," Allison hisses to me, "they always go after the bigger groups first, we'll lead them away from here."
Remy and Warren come running out, and we all sprint out of the house and a mile away.
Good enough distance for them to find us, but enough of a head start to get away.
We crouch down in the grass, and I pull out my field glasses, "here they come."
To our horror, they don't head to us.
They head to the house.
A laser beam ignites a fire, and all of us watch, as three innocent people get burned alive in their own house.
"NO!!!" Allison screams, and lunges towards the house.
I grab onto her shoulder, trying to hold her back from getting killed.
"There's nothing that we can do." I snap, holding her back with Remy's and Warren's help.
"NO!!!" She's howling now, trying to get loose from our grips.
"Remy, go into the woods, keep out of sight, and put her into safety." I order, and Remy nods and drags her away.
A girl comes out screaming, on fire, and I hear laughter.
Friends of Humanity are here.
To watch.
Horror fills me more, and I hear Warren whisper "oh god."
A single gunshot ends the screaming, and the Sentinels fly away, and I watch Friends of Humanity cheering as the house burns.
Sickness twists my guts, and I hear Warren throwing up beside me.
I might be throwing up right now.
They finally leave.
And we still watch as the flames of hate rise higher into the pitch-black sky.
TBC.
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A/N: That might've deserved an R for this chapter, if so, I'm sorry, but it's part of the story. Please review.