The Experiment: Chapter 8
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: I will never own X-Men, or it's characters, just mine.
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~Meghan's POV~
Allison plops down on my bed, and I watch as Warren and Remy come into the room.
It's been two months since we came here, and we finally found a place to call home.
Jean Luc drops by every once and a while to check up on us, but most of the time we're just going to classes, and working out with the training that the X-Men gives us.
I smile about the first workout session.
We held them off pretty well, only Logan, who had been on the tail end of our powers, was the one who gave us a really hard time.
And at the end, all of us got beaten pretty well, but we did a good job.
We've been working harder ever since.
"Tomorrow's our first danger room session, and I want to see you guys try your best," I say encouragingly, "but you have to do well to have my full approval." I add with a teasing grin.
"Worry 'bout yourself, chere. The danger room will never know what hit it after I go through it," Remy says, stretching out on my bed.
"And don't try to be too egotistical about it," I say, mock glaring at Remy.
"Don't worry, we'll do fine," Allison says reassuringly, "and then we go straight to the books."
Warren groans, "don't remind me."
I chuckle, we're a little behind education-wise, but we're doing so by taking full advantage of the classes that they offer here.
"Get some sleep, tomorrow will probably be harder than you think." I say, "and if you do well, I'll treat you to a movie."
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I walk into the danger room, wearing loose clothing and being alert for any signs of trouble.
I'm the first one to go in the group, and that makes me nervous.
I heard that this room is a no-holds-bar, meaning that anything goes, and I'm ready for that.
A blinding flash suddenly lights up on face, and I stumble back, temporarily blind and disorientated.
Of course, that's when the stimulated opponent that appears in thin air punches me in the stomach.
I recover quickly from the blow, blinking away the spots of light that's still dancing in front of my eyes, and deliver a quick punch in the stomach, and then the jaw, knocking him to the ground.
I relax, thinking it's over when a whistling sound comes from discs flying my way.
I curse mentally as the first disc hits me in the shoulder, not enough to leave a cut, but a big bruise.
Time to see if my powers can work in extreme conditions.
I jump out of the way of the next disc, using my speed as an advantage, and then fire an energy beam, effectively destroying it before it can come flying back.
The next minutes it's just dodging and destroying discs, before the program shuts down, leaving a very tired and battered me in the middle.
I come out, rubbing my aching shoulder.
"Good job, chere, Scott's going to be impressed." Remy says, slapping me on the back where a bruise is forming.
I wince, "I hope so, I think I died in there somewhere."
Allison laughs, "it doesn't look that hard."
"Wait until you get in there," I grumble, and then turn to Scott, who's approaching us.
"You have to be sharper if you want to battle, you should've been a lot more accurate." Scott criticizes, and then adds, "Remy, you're next."
I grin nastily, "have fun."
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"Well, that could've been worse," I say cheerfully as my very tired and bruised friends and I go to our first class.
"Name it," Allison grumbles, rubbing her seat where probably a large bruise is forming from where she fell onto the steel floor when she was about to go through three steel cables and they got the best of her.
"Scott could've told us that we'd never make it to the team, and I'm pretty pleased on how well all of you did on your first day, so lets go to a movie tonight, my treat." I offer.
Everyone happily agrees, and we all trudge to our first class.
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That night
~General POV~
A van waits outside the movie theater, the one that the four friends just entered two hours ago.
"Are you sure it's her?" The passenger in the front seat asks anxiously.
"For the final time, yes, it's her." The driver grumbles, tired of having to answer the same question over and over again.
"Why aren't we getting her friends?" The first voice asks.
The driver sighs, 'a newbie F.B.I. agent, the last thing I need.' "The boss said to only get the girl, we have enough problems getting her, and the last thing we need is more troublemakers."
The man in the back whispers quietly, "here they come, we'll get her when she's by herself."
"Do you think that this is really the right thing to do?" The passenger in the front asks, still unsure about this whole operation.
"It helps humanity, get your priorities straight." The driver growls, following the group at a discreet distance.
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Later that night
~Meghan's POV~
I walk silently through the woods, keeping as quiet as I can.
This is my first night training, and I'm excited.
Of course, they have to throw a curveball in, Logan's the one who's hunting me down.
I wish that my friends were here, but this training you have to do yourself.
A stick cracks, and I frown.
That wasn't from me, and I know Logan well enough that he wouldn't make a sound in the woods.
Something's wrong.
I slip quietly in-between the trees, knowing that if I go back to the mansion I'm in trouble unless if it's an emergency.
I think that this is.
A hand clamp over my mouth and the other around my waist.
"Gotcha! Thought you could stay away from us mutie scum, didn't you?" A voice that's definantly not Logan's hisses in my ear.
I'm in trouble.
I bite down on the hand, trying to get loose so I can yell for help.
It doesn't work.
This is probably the feds.
And I'm in trouble.
I see other figures approaching me, one with a hypodermic needle in his hand.
I struggle harder, realizing what's going to happen.
I feel the sharp prick of the needle as it pierces my skin of my arm.
Everything's fading out into blackness.
The last thing I see before the blackness overwhelms me is a black van that the agents are carrying me into.
TBC.
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A/N: That training part might've been a little rushed, but I needed a scene where my character was alone so the F.B.I could get her. Please review.
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: I will never own X-Men, or it's characters, just mine.
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~Meghan's POV~
Allison plops down on my bed, and I watch as Warren and Remy come into the room.
It's been two months since we came here, and we finally found a place to call home.
Jean Luc drops by every once and a while to check up on us, but most of the time we're just going to classes, and working out with the training that the X-Men gives us.
I smile about the first workout session.
We held them off pretty well, only Logan, who had been on the tail end of our powers, was the one who gave us a really hard time.
And at the end, all of us got beaten pretty well, but we did a good job.
We've been working harder ever since.
"Tomorrow's our first danger room session, and I want to see you guys try your best," I say encouragingly, "but you have to do well to have my full approval." I add with a teasing grin.
"Worry 'bout yourself, chere. The danger room will never know what hit it after I go through it," Remy says, stretching out on my bed.
"And don't try to be too egotistical about it," I say, mock glaring at Remy.
"Don't worry, we'll do fine," Allison says reassuringly, "and then we go straight to the books."
Warren groans, "don't remind me."
I chuckle, we're a little behind education-wise, but we're doing so by taking full advantage of the classes that they offer here.
"Get some sleep, tomorrow will probably be harder than you think." I say, "and if you do well, I'll treat you to a movie."
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I walk into the danger room, wearing loose clothing and being alert for any signs of trouble.
I'm the first one to go in the group, and that makes me nervous.
I heard that this room is a no-holds-bar, meaning that anything goes, and I'm ready for that.
A blinding flash suddenly lights up on face, and I stumble back, temporarily blind and disorientated.
Of course, that's when the stimulated opponent that appears in thin air punches me in the stomach.
I recover quickly from the blow, blinking away the spots of light that's still dancing in front of my eyes, and deliver a quick punch in the stomach, and then the jaw, knocking him to the ground.
I relax, thinking it's over when a whistling sound comes from discs flying my way.
I curse mentally as the first disc hits me in the shoulder, not enough to leave a cut, but a big bruise.
Time to see if my powers can work in extreme conditions.
I jump out of the way of the next disc, using my speed as an advantage, and then fire an energy beam, effectively destroying it before it can come flying back.
The next minutes it's just dodging and destroying discs, before the program shuts down, leaving a very tired and battered me in the middle.
I come out, rubbing my aching shoulder.
"Good job, chere, Scott's going to be impressed." Remy says, slapping me on the back where a bruise is forming.
I wince, "I hope so, I think I died in there somewhere."
Allison laughs, "it doesn't look that hard."
"Wait until you get in there," I grumble, and then turn to Scott, who's approaching us.
"You have to be sharper if you want to battle, you should've been a lot more accurate." Scott criticizes, and then adds, "Remy, you're next."
I grin nastily, "have fun."
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"Well, that could've been worse," I say cheerfully as my very tired and bruised friends and I go to our first class.
"Name it," Allison grumbles, rubbing her seat where probably a large bruise is forming from where she fell onto the steel floor when she was about to go through three steel cables and they got the best of her.
"Scott could've told us that we'd never make it to the team, and I'm pretty pleased on how well all of you did on your first day, so lets go to a movie tonight, my treat." I offer.
Everyone happily agrees, and we all trudge to our first class.
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That night
~General POV~
A van waits outside the movie theater, the one that the four friends just entered two hours ago.
"Are you sure it's her?" The passenger in the front seat asks anxiously.
"For the final time, yes, it's her." The driver grumbles, tired of having to answer the same question over and over again.
"Why aren't we getting her friends?" The first voice asks.
The driver sighs, 'a newbie F.B.I. agent, the last thing I need.' "The boss said to only get the girl, we have enough problems getting her, and the last thing we need is more troublemakers."
The man in the back whispers quietly, "here they come, we'll get her when she's by herself."
"Do you think that this is really the right thing to do?" The passenger in the front asks, still unsure about this whole operation.
"It helps humanity, get your priorities straight." The driver growls, following the group at a discreet distance.
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Later that night
~Meghan's POV~
I walk silently through the woods, keeping as quiet as I can.
This is my first night training, and I'm excited.
Of course, they have to throw a curveball in, Logan's the one who's hunting me down.
I wish that my friends were here, but this training you have to do yourself.
A stick cracks, and I frown.
That wasn't from me, and I know Logan well enough that he wouldn't make a sound in the woods.
Something's wrong.
I slip quietly in-between the trees, knowing that if I go back to the mansion I'm in trouble unless if it's an emergency.
I think that this is.
A hand clamp over my mouth and the other around my waist.
"Gotcha! Thought you could stay away from us mutie scum, didn't you?" A voice that's definantly not Logan's hisses in my ear.
I'm in trouble.
I bite down on the hand, trying to get loose so I can yell for help.
It doesn't work.
This is probably the feds.
And I'm in trouble.
I see other figures approaching me, one with a hypodermic needle in his hand.
I struggle harder, realizing what's going to happen.
I feel the sharp prick of the needle as it pierces my skin of my arm.
Everything's fading out into blackness.
The last thing I see before the blackness overwhelms me is a black van that the agents are carrying me into.
TBC.
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A/N: That training part might've been a little rushed, but I needed a scene where my character was alone so the F.B.I could get her. Please review.