The Experiment: Chapter 6
A/N: I made a correction to the city that the runaways were close to, apparently my memory isn't totally accurate, "Winchester" is supposed to be "Westchester." Please review.
Disclaimer: Look at the other ones.
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"We are more the same than we are different." ~Martin Luther King Junior.
~Meghan's POV~
I watch numbly as the flames rise higher in the sky.
In half an hour.
Three innocent people died because they were different.
In half an hour.
I don't believe it.
Remy comes running up, "I saw all of it from the hiding spot, I don't believe it." He says hollowly as he watches behind us.
I shake my head, even after this horrible tragedy, I have to keep together.
"We need to get out of here, I don't know why the Sentinels didn't attack us, but before they take a quick u-turn back here, we need to leave." I say, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
"But chere-"
"No buts, Remy. I don't want to leave as much as you do, but F.O.H. might be back any second, and maybe unlike you, I don't want to be around when they show up."
I hate to do this.
But it's the only thing to do.
We walk silently to where Allison is hiding.
There's nothing to be said, really.
I stop in shock when I see her.
She's rocking back and forth, moaning and crying, muttering "its all my fault."
Shock.
"This isn't good," I mutter to Warren and Remy.
"She's been like this ever since we got to the woods, chere." Remy explains.
"There was nothing that we could do, they were sleeping, and I tried my best to wake them, Allison might be blaming herself over forcing me to go." I say.
"It wasn't anyone's fault," Warren says, trying to be convincing.
I don't say anything as I pick up my backpack, and Allison's: "We better get going, Warren, you and Remy can take turns carrying her, I'll follow with our stuff. We'll stop at the border of the nearest town, and wait for her to recover, if she doesn't recover in two weeks, we go to the border, it would be bad to try to cross now in her condition."
Warren and Remy nod, and Warren wordlessly picks up Allison, Remy carrying both their backpacks.
"Where's the closest town, chere?" Remy asks me as we start to walk along.
I turn to him, water from the rain that started just a minute ago sparkling in my hair and face.
When I was young, I used to believe that rain is the tears from angels.
I wonder if that's true.
From what I saw tonight.
"Westchester."
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I stumble out of the tent.
It's been a week since we started camping here.
Allison still hasn't improved.
And that worries me.
"Evening," Warren greets me, handing me a sandwich.
We're still living off the food that we got from the farmer.
We're also rotating watches, it's hard with three people, but we make it.
"Evening," I say with a yawn, "better get some sleep, your watch is going to come faster than you think."
He groans, but doesn't protest as he goes into his tent.
I really hope that Allison gets over this soon.
Not only are we straining ourselves in the sleep department, but also the feds and F.O.H. might be here any day.
A few hours later, I'm stirring the coals in the fire when I hear a rasping sound coming from my tent.
Oh no.
I rush in inside to see Allison hacking up a lung.
I touch her forehead, and recoil at how hot it is.
"WARREN!!!" I holler, and he's at my side instantly.
"I don't get it, she wasn't like this when I went asleep." Warren says, bewildered.
"Doesn't matter, if we don't get her to a hospital soon-" I trail off, not wanting to finish the sentence.
"You can't, if they find out who you are-"
"I'll go under a fake name," I snap, wrapping her in all the spare blankets and clothes that we have.
I pick her up, staggering a little on the weight, and then hesitate, looking at him, "if I don't come back in two days, go on without me. That's final."
"But Meghan-"
"I'll be okay, but just don't wait up, you don't want the feds on you." I say, and then slowly start walking towards town.
Hoping that I just didn't make the biggest mistake of my life.
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I walk slowly down the road Allison in my arms.
It's sleeting now, and I can barely see.
I'm shivering like a leaf on top of it.
I already passed a house, and was about to stop to call for an ambulance when I saw the bumper sticker.
"The only good mutie is a dead mutie."
I gave that house a wide berth for obvious reasons.
Now I've been walking on this road for at least two hours.
And it started sleeting an hour ago.
This can't get any worse.
I spot a mansion, spreading out at least three miles, and I suppress a whistle. This could be helpful.
I hope that they'll allow me to use the phone.
I walk slowly to the gates, and see an intercom next to them. I lean against it, trying to start it.
"Yes?" A female voice asks me over the microphone.
Relief floods me, even this late at night, there's someone still answering the intercom.
"My friends ill, I need to call an ambulance, can I please come in?" I have to shout to hear myself over the whistling wind.
"Please wait," the woman replies, and I hear a click, meaning that the intercom is shut off.
I hope that they'll let me in.
Both of us are going to probably freeze to death if they don't.
After what seems like eternity, but only a few minutes, there's a response: "please come in."
I walk rapidly down the driveway of the mansion, and I just reach the porch when a stocky man about my height opens the door.
I walk in gratefully, and study him; he's got brown hair that sticks up on the sides. Brown eyes that have a wild look upon him.
"Can I use your phone? I need to call an ambulance for my friend." I stammer, nervous.
He waves it off, "we have medical faculties here kid, and we can patch her up in no time." He says, gently taking her from my arms and starting to walk away.
I start to follow him, not wanting to keep Allison out of my sight, when I hear an exclamation behind me.
"Goddess! You poor child, you must be freezing to death! Come on, I'll give you a room and a fresh pair of clothes." A white haired woman offers, dragging me away before I can even protest.
I just hope, pray.
That they won't take a blood sample from Allison.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.
A/N: I made a correction to the city that the runaways were close to, apparently my memory isn't totally accurate, "Winchester" is supposed to be "Westchester." Please review.
Disclaimer: Look at the other ones.
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"We are more the same than we are different." ~Martin Luther King Junior.
~Meghan's POV~
I watch numbly as the flames rise higher in the sky.
In half an hour.
Three innocent people died because they were different.
In half an hour.
I don't believe it.
Remy comes running up, "I saw all of it from the hiding spot, I don't believe it." He says hollowly as he watches behind us.
I shake my head, even after this horrible tragedy, I have to keep together.
"We need to get out of here, I don't know why the Sentinels didn't attack us, but before they take a quick u-turn back here, we need to leave." I say, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
"But chere-"
"No buts, Remy. I don't want to leave as much as you do, but F.O.H. might be back any second, and maybe unlike you, I don't want to be around when they show up."
I hate to do this.
But it's the only thing to do.
We walk silently to where Allison is hiding.
There's nothing to be said, really.
I stop in shock when I see her.
She's rocking back and forth, moaning and crying, muttering "its all my fault."
Shock.
"This isn't good," I mutter to Warren and Remy.
"She's been like this ever since we got to the woods, chere." Remy explains.
"There was nothing that we could do, they were sleeping, and I tried my best to wake them, Allison might be blaming herself over forcing me to go." I say.
"It wasn't anyone's fault," Warren says, trying to be convincing.
I don't say anything as I pick up my backpack, and Allison's: "We better get going, Warren, you and Remy can take turns carrying her, I'll follow with our stuff. We'll stop at the border of the nearest town, and wait for her to recover, if she doesn't recover in two weeks, we go to the border, it would be bad to try to cross now in her condition."
Warren and Remy nod, and Warren wordlessly picks up Allison, Remy carrying both their backpacks.
"Where's the closest town, chere?" Remy asks me as we start to walk along.
I turn to him, water from the rain that started just a minute ago sparkling in my hair and face.
When I was young, I used to believe that rain is the tears from angels.
I wonder if that's true.
From what I saw tonight.
"Westchester."
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I stumble out of the tent.
It's been a week since we started camping here.
Allison still hasn't improved.
And that worries me.
"Evening," Warren greets me, handing me a sandwich.
We're still living off the food that we got from the farmer.
We're also rotating watches, it's hard with three people, but we make it.
"Evening," I say with a yawn, "better get some sleep, your watch is going to come faster than you think."
He groans, but doesn't protest as he goes into his tent.
I really hope that Allison gets over this soon.
Not only are we straining ourselves in the sleep department, but also the feds and F.O.H. might be here any day.
A few hours later, I'm stirring the coals in the fire when I hear a rasping sound coming from my tent.
Oh no.
I rush in inside to see Allison hacking up a lung.
I touch her forehead, and recoil at how hot it is.
"WARREN!!!" I holler, and he's at my side instantly.
"I don't get it, she wasn't like this when I went asleep." Warren says, bewildered.
"Doesn't matter, if we don't get her to a hospital soon-" I trail off, not wanting to finish the sentence.
"You can't, if they find out who you are-"
"I'll go under a fake name," I snap, wrapping her in all the spare blankets and clothes that we have.
I pick her up, staggering a little on the weight, and then hesitate, looking at him, "if I don't come back in two days, go on without me. That's final."
"But Meghan-"
"I'll be okay, but just don't wait up, you don't want the feds on you." I say, and then slowly start walking towards town.
Hoping that I just didn't make the biggest mistake of my life.
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I walk slowly down the road Allison in my arms.
It's sleeting now, and I can barely see.
I'm shivering like a leaf on top of it.
I already passed a house, and was about to stop to call for an ambulance when I saw the bumper sticker.
"The only good mutie is a dead mutie."
I gave that house a wide berth for obvious reasons.
Now I've been walking on this road for at least two hours.
And it started sleeting an hour ago.
This can't get any worse.
I spot a mansion, spreading out at least three miles, and I suppress a whistle. This could be helpful.
I hope that they'll allow me to use the phone.
I walk slowly to the gates, and see an intercom next to them. I lean against it, trying to start it.
"Yes?" A female voice asks me over the microphone.
Relief floods me, even this late at night, there's someone still answering the intercom.
"My friends ill, I need to call an ambulance, can I please come in?" I have to shout to hear myself over the whistling wind.
"Please wait," the woman replies, and I hear a click, meaning that the intercom is shut off.
I hope that they'll let me in.
Both of us are going to probably freeze to death if they don't.
After what seems like eternity, but only a few minutes, there's a response: "please come in."
I walk rapidly down the driveway of the mansion, and I just reach the porch when a stocky man about my height opens the door.
I walk in gratefully, and study him; he's got brown hair that sticks up on the sides. Brown eyes that have a wild look upon him.
"Can I use your phone? I need to call an ambulance for my friend." I stammer, nervous.
He waves it off, "we have medical faculties here kid, and we can patch her up in no time." He says, gently taking her from my arms and starting to walk away.
I start to follow him, not wanting to keep Allison out of my sight, when I hear an exclamation behind me.
"Goddess! You poor child, you must be freezing to death! Come on, I'll give you a room and a fresh pair of clothes." A white haired woman offers, dragging me away before I can even protest.
I just hope, pray.
That they won't take a blood sample from Allison.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.