The Experiment: Chapter 7
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: It's the same one before. It's just the same thing again and again and again.
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~Meghan's POV~
I trudge through the parking lot, yawning and staggering.
A van screeches next to me, I try to jump out the way, but I get hauled in.
I'm strapped down to a table.
Pain as a needle plunges deeply into my arm.
"Don't worry, this will only hurt a second."
A voice says, mocking me.
A burning sensation runs through my veins, and I scream.
A man standing over me, sneering in triumph.
More pain, as the burning spreads.
And then.
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I jerk awake, sweat soaking my hair.
"Just a dream," I whisper to myself hoarsely.
But it seems more like that.
I've been having these nightmares ever since the day that changed my life forever.
The day that the feds started chasing my friends and I.
I haven't told anyone about them.
Even the others.
I run a hand through my sweat-soaked hair, getting off my bed and walking to the window of my room that the owner's of the mansion offered me.
I've got a feeling that this place is more than it seems.
I hope that they're treating Allison okay.
They refuse to allow me to see her, and that worries me.
I look at the bed; I'm not tired anymore.
I slip on the clothes that the woman who introduced herself as Ororo, gave me. A little too tight than what is required to hide my ability, but not too tight.
I stumble outside of my room, wondering if I could get some hot cocoa without getting into trouble.
I walk downstairs, and soon I'm sitting at the kitchen table, sipping the hot drink.
I haven't had this as long as I remember.
"Hello," a calm voice says, interrupting my thoughts.
I turn around to see a bald man in a wheelchair, calmly regarding me.
"Hi, I'm sorry if I'm not supposed to be wandering around, but I couldn't sleep," I say, taking another sip.
"Don't worry about it, I'm Charles Xavier, owner of this school." He says, offering his hand.
"Spring Paige, nice to meet you," I say, making up a name off the top of my head, and shaking his hand.
He wheels himself over to the kitchen counter, heading to the coffee pot, "Are you going to stay here?"
"No, my friend and I were out camping when she became suddenly ill, we're going home as soon as she's better." I say, and pause for a second, collecting my thoughts, and then continue: "Sorry for coming here unexpectedly, but I don't know where we would've been right now if you didn't let us in."
Charles waves it off, "don't worry about it, we allow any mutants in."
The last words, even though they were spoken casually, sends fear shooting up my spine as I scramble out of my chair and towards the door, "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammer, wonder if they actually did take a blood sample from Allison, and this is a trap.
"This isn't a trap, in fact, it's the complete opposite," he starts, and I stare at him bewildered, wondering how he knew what I am thinking as he continues: "How long has it been since your family betrayed you and you and your friends have been on the run from the F.B.I.? Two years? You've never understood why, yet you get these constant nightmares about things that you don't even know about, don't even remember. I can help you understand why, and how, and help you."
I stare at him, stunned.
How did he know all that stuff?
Not even my companions know about my nightmares.
"How-?" I stammer.
"You and your friends are not the only ones who have powers."
He says, not saying a word.
The words bounce around in my head, and ever since I left Louisiana.
I feel hope.
"Only a few days," I say firmly, "if I see anything that even resembles experiments, Allison and I can leave, okay?"
He smiles, and I see kindness and understanding in his eyes.
"It's a deal."
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I walk around the grounds.
It's been two days since the deal was made.
So far, Allison is healthy, and is walking next to me, saying how nice Dr. Hank McCoy is.
I have to do something else.
I walk inside, Allison is right behind me.
"You want to see me, Meghan?" Charles's voice asks in my head, and I jump.
That's something I have to get used to.
'Yes, Professor, my friends are still camping, and I was wondering if Allison and I could get them and bring them here.' I think.
"Good idea, Logan and Scott should come along with you, just in case." He sends his approval.
Minutes later, all of us are heading to the campsite.
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~General POV~
Little did they group know that there was a car following them at a discreet distance.
"Sir, we found her," the driver says, speaking to a scientist in the back seat.
"Finally, it took you long enough," the man from Meghan's dreams hisses.
"Sorry, but we couldn't be to obvious about it, and we've had a lot of close calls nabbing her, but we always ended up on the short end of the stick." The driver says defensively.
The scientist runs a hand over his bald head, "Well, we have to nab her now, before she gets away again."
Then he looks out the window, an obsessive gleam in his eyes, "you're not getting away this time, my precious."
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~Meghan's POV~
I laugh as Logan keeps on cursing, rubbing the spot on his chest where Remy just threw one of his cards.
Which conveniently blew up on impact.
"I told you to have Allison and I go first when we went to the campsite, but you insisted." I say, still laughing.
He keeps on glaring at me "I didn't know that the kid had such a good shot and practice," he growls as we step into the campsite.
"We keep our skills sharp, you have to with the feds after you," I point out, and then shout: "Hello, there!"
"Hey, chere, how's Allison doing?" Remy says, calling from a tree branch, about ten feet up.
"I'm doing fine, thank you," Allison answers for me.
"I see that you brought a few friends along," Warren says, stumbling out of the tent.
"Yes, Logan and Scott, meet Remy and Warren." I say, waving to my companions in order.
Remy and Warren eye Logan and Scott suspiciously, and then turn to me for an explanation.
I explain everything, and soon we're heading back to the mansion, everything that we have in hand.
Which isn't much to tell the truth.
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When we get inside the mansion, Hank approaches us.
"Meghan, I'd like to get a blood sample from you, and an examination to try to find out why the F.B.I. is after you," he says.
I see Remy and Warren tense at these words, and I smile reassuringly to them, "okay, but is it okay if my friends come along too? They're a little worried about this place." I explain.
"Sure, come on," he says, gesturing to the medical area.
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That night
"I haven't seen anything like it, professor, at least in medical history." A dumbfounded Hank McCoy says to Charles Xavier.
"What is in her blood sample exactly?" Charles asks, frowning in confusion.
"A chemical of some sort, as far as I can tell, it's been there at least for thirty years, it goes through her body as normal blood does, and it doesn't seem to bother her, she might not even know about it."
Charles leans back, confused, "she wasn't even born thirty years ago, why does she have it in her system?"
"I don't know, I'm going to look into it more." Hank says, leaving.
Xavier wheels around, and looks at the stars outside, "what is the F.B.I. after with this kid? Is it the chemical in her blood?"
It is a very confused Professor Xavier who goes to sleep that night.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: It's the same one before. It's just the same thing again and again and again.
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~Meghan's POV~
I trudge through the parking lot, yawning and staggering.
A van screeches next to me, I try to jump out the way, but I get hauled in.
I'm strapped down to a table.
Pain as a needle plunges deeply into my arm.
"Don't worry, this will only hurt a second."
A voice says, mocking me.
A burning sensation runs through my veins, and I scream.
A man standing over me, sneering in triumph.
More pain, as the burning spreads.
And then.
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I jerk awake, sweat soaking my hair.
"Just a dream," I whisper to myself hoarsely.
But it seems more like that.
I've been having these nightmares ever since the day that changed my life forever.
The day that the feds started chasing my friends and I.
I haven't told anyone about them.
Even the others.
I run a hand through my sweat-soaked hair, getting off my bed and walking to the window of my room that the owner's of the mansion offered me.
I've got a feeling that this place is more than it seems.
I hope that they're treating Allison okay.
They refuse to allow me to see her, and that worries me.
I look at the bed; I'm not tired anymore.
I slip on the clothes that the woman who introduced herself as Ororo, gave me. A little too tight than what is required to hide my ability, but not too tight.
I stumble outside of my room, wondering if I could get some hot cocoa without getting into trouble.
I walk downstairs, and soon I'm sitting at the kitchen table, sipping the hot drink.
I haven't had this as long as I remember.
"Hello," a calm voice says, interrupting my thoughts.
I turn around to see a bald man in a wheelchair, calmly regarding me.
"Hi, I'm sorry if I'm not supposed to be wandering around, but I couldn't sleep," I say, taking another sip.
"Don't worry about it, I'm Charles Xavier, owner of this school." He says, offering his hand.
"Spring Paige, nice to meet you," I say, making up a name off the top of my head, and shaking his hand.
He wheels himself over to the kitchen counter, heading to the coffee pot, "Are you going to stay here?"
"No, my friend and I were out camping when she became suddenly ill, we're going home as soon as she's better." I say, and pause for a second, collecting my thoughts, and then continue: "Sorry for coming here unexpectedly, but I don't know where we would've been right now if you didn't let us in."
Charles waves it off, "don't worry about it, we allow any mutants in."
The last words, even though they were spoken casually, sends fear shooting up my spine as I scramble out of my chair and towards the door, "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammer, wonder if they actually did take a blood sample from Allison, and this is a trap.
"This isn't a trap, in fact, it's the complete opposite," he starts, and I stare at him bewildered, wondering how he knew what I am thinking as he continues: "How long has it been since your family betrayed you and you and your friends have been on the run from the F.B.I.? Two years? You've never understood why, yet you get these constant nightmares about things that you don't even know about, don't even remember. I can help you understand why, and how, and help you."
I stare at him, stunned.
How did he know all that stuff?
Not even my companions know about my nightmares.
"How-?" I stammer.
"You and your friends are not the only ones who have powers."
He says, not saying a word.
The words bounce around in my head, and ever since I left Louisiana.
I feel hope.
"Only a few days," I say firmly, "if I see anything that even resembles experiments, Allison and I can leave, okay?"
He smiles, and I see kindness and understanding in his eyes.
"It's a deal."
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I walk around the grounds.
It's been two days since the deal was made.
So far, Allison is healthy, and is walking next to me, saying how nice Dr. Hank McCoy is.
I have to do something else.
I walk inside, Allison is right behind me.
"You want to see me, Meghan?" Charles's voice asks in my head, and I jump.
That's something I have to get used to.
'Yes, Professor, my friends are still camping, and I was wondering if Allison and I could get them and bring them here.' I think.
"Good idea, Logan and Scott should come along with you, just in case." He sends his approval.
Minutes later, all of us are heading to the campsite.
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~General POV~
Little did they group know that there was a car following them at a discreet distance.
"Sir, we found her," the driver says, speaking to a scientist in the back seat.
"Finally, it took you long enough," the man from Meghan's dreams hisses.
"Sorry, but we couldn't be to obvious about it, and we've had a lot of close calls nabbing her, but we always ended up on the short end of the stick." The driver says defensively.
The scientist runs a hand over his bald head, "Well, we have to nab her now, before she gets away again."
Then he looks out the window, an obsessive gleam in his eyes, "you're not getting away this time, my precious."
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~Meghan's POV~
I laugh as Logan keeps on cursing, rubbing the spot on his chest where Remy just threw one of his cards.
Which conveniently blew up on impact.
"I told you to have Allison and I go first when we went to the campsite, but you insisted." I say, still laughing.
He keeps on glaring at me "I didn't know that the kid had such a good shot and practice," he growls as we step into the campsite.
"We keep our skills sharp, you have to with the feds after you," I point out, and then shout: "Hello, there!"
"Hey, chere, how's Allison doing?" Remy says, calling from a tree branch, about ten feet up.
"I'm doing fine, thank you," Allison answers for me.
"I see that you brought a few friends along," Warren says, stumbling out of the tent.
"Yes, Logan and Scott, meet Remy and Warren." I say, waving to my companions in order.
Remy and Warren eye Logan and Scott suspiciously, and then turn to me for an explanation.
I explain everything, and soon we're heading back to the mansion, everything that we have in hand.
Which isn't much to tell the truth.
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When we get inside the mansion, Hank approaches us.
"Meghan, I'd like to get a blood sample from you, and an examination to try to find out why the F.B.I. is after you," he says.
I see Remy and Warren tense at these words, and I smile reassuringly to them, "okay, but is it okay if my friends come along too? They're a little worried about this place." I explain.
"Sure, come on," he says, gesturing to the medical area.
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That night
"I haven't seen anything like it, professor, at least in medical history." A dumbfounded Hank McCoy says to Charles Xavier.
"What is in her blood sample exactly?" Charles asks, frowning in confusion.
"A chemical of some sort, as far as I can tell, it's been there at least for thirty years, it goes through her body as normal blood does, and it doesn't seem to bother her, she might not even know about it."
Charles leans back, confused, "she wasn't even born thirty years ago, why does she have it in her system?"
"I don't know, I'm going to look into it more." Hank says, leaving.
Xavier wheels around, and looks at the stars outside, "what is the F.B.I. after with this kid? Is it the chemical in her blood?"
It is a very confused Professor Xavier who goes to sleep that night.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.