The Experiment: Chapter 9
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: Same old, same old.
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~Logan's POV~
I walk silently through the woods, never making a sound.
The kid just made her mistake she snapped a twig. I'm going to make sure that she doesn't make that mistake again.
Even though this is her first night training, I thought she was better than this.
I reach a clearing, and I frown when I not only pick up her scent, but several others.
Something's wrong.
There shouldn't be any other people out here.
And the other ones are not anyone I smelled before.
I walk along, following the scents to the road, where Meghan's and the other scents disappear.
Something happened, and I have a feeling that I know what it is.
I have to talk to Chuck right away.
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~Xavier's POV~
Logan comes running into my office, where Remy, Warren, and Allison are waiting for their turn for the night practice.
"Are you done?" I ask calmly, knowing that Logan usually can track down the first-timers pretty quickly.
"The kids missing, I think the feds finally got their hands on her," Logan growls, looking really concerned.
Remy says a string of inappropriate words that in any other situation I would've rebuked him for saying.
I reach out in my mind "X-Men, come to my office right away, Meghan's missing."
Less than a minute later, despite the late hour, everyone's there.
"What's wrong?" Demands Scott, yawning.
Logan answers the question for me: "Meghan was supposed to start night training tonight, and was doing fine until I hear a stick crack. I found the source, and Meghan wasn't there, but her scent was, and several others."
Scott frowns, "but everyone knows not to go out in the woods at night without permission on training nights."
"I don't think that those people wanted permission to go in the woods," Logan retorts, "I followed the scent to the road, where hers and the other scents disappeared. The thing that bothers me the most is that I can't identify the scents, meaning that no one in the mansion that I know nabbed her."
"Then who-?"
"I can answer that for you, and I can explain why they nabbed her, too." Hank comes in, carrying a vial with blood and a strange green liquid in it.
"What's that?" Allison asks, pointing to the vial.
"The blood sample I took from Meghan, I've been analyzing it since I took it, and I found some interesting things."
"Well, don't leave us in the dark, tell us!" Warren demands.
"Well, according to this, Meghan supposed to be fifty-two years old, she was experimented on, and somehow turned into a fetus again. She then grew up with another family, and then apparently the rest chemical didn't work, because she became a mutant again."
There's a minute of shocked silence as Hank's words are absorbed.
Everyone's looking at him with his or her mouths hanging open, and I'm pretty sure that I am too.
"How did you find all this out?" Allison stammers, still in shock.
"I gave part of the blood sample to some friends of mine, some real top of the line chemists, and they told me what exactly was in the blood. They also said that if the chemical was ever removed from Meghan's bloodstream, it would kill her, it's now like blood, runs through her body the same way, and her body is now dependent on it." Hank explains.
I frown, finally speaking up: "How much of this chemical is there in the world?"
"That's the other problem, there's very little, apparently most of it is in Meghan's blood, that's probably why the F.B.I.'s after her, because they need that chemical to try the experiment on other mutants, after they make some corrections on it." Hank says, frowning.
"And this'll kill chere." Remy says, concern clearly in his voice.
"Without a doubt, there's no chance that she'd live, the chemical is too deeply infused in her blood, and the F.B.I. wouldn't care, as long as they get what they want." Hank says sadly.
"I'll start looking for her right away, the rest of you, try to get some sleep." I say, wheeling out of the room.
Hoping.
Praying.
That we can find her before it's too late.
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~Meghan's POV~
I groan as I slowly regain consciousness.
Man, what happened?
"Ah, so you're awake, freak." The cold voice from my dreams says mockingly.
I blink, everything's so hazy, and I feel dizzy and disoriented.
I try to move, but I find my hands and feet are handcuffed to a chair, and I can't move them.
I shake my head dizzily, and instantly regret it as the room spins more.
What did they do to me?
I don't think even being drugged has this kind of effect on someone.
"As you can see, we already took the liberty of taking a pint of blood from you, and are planning to remove some more tomorrow. Too bad that the chemical that we need is infused with your blood now, we could always use another freak lab rat." The voice says, and as everything's starting to come to focus, I see a bald man about six feet with a white lab coat on staring at me.
I blink again, why does he look so familiar?
"Too bad that all our cells are full, but this will do, you're not staying long, anyway." He continues.
"What chemical are you talking about?" I demand hoarsely.
(A/N: I'll spare you the explanation, given that you heard it twice now.)
I stare at him, shocked beyond belief, that kind of bombshell clears the rest of my haze, and I realize that I can't get free from the handcuffs using my powers, because I'm wearing an inhibitor collar.
This isn't good.
"Enjoy your stay here, it's going to be a short one." The scientist leaves, and so do all the F.B.I. agents.
Except one.
I study him, he has a military-cut brown hair, and brown eyes, and he's about medium height, and as far as I can tell, he looks new to the force, by the way he's acting.
He hesitates, staring at me, "is it okay if I sit here?" He asks.
I snort, trying to shift my weight to make myself more comfortable. "If you want to, I can't stop you."
"Here, let me help you," he offers, grabbing my arm and pushing me a little to the right.
I sigh, feeling a little more comfortable, and surprised that he would do that, "thanks, what's your name?"
"Fred Duncan, and what's yours?" He asks, sitting down across from me.
"Does it really matter? I'm probably going to be dead in a few days." I say bitterly.
"Look on the bright side, at you're helping humanity." Fred says cheerfully.
I snort, "listen, I don't know what bull they're telling you in the F.B.I., but I do know what 'humanity' has given me in the past two years." I start, and then lean forward as much as my handcuffs will allow, "I watched a family being burned alive in their own home, they were exactly like me, and that part of humanity that you say I'm helping cheered as that happened. I have a scar on leg that runs from my ankle to hip, where a Sentinel, made by also part of that humanity that needs help, grazed me to the bone with one of it's lasers."
I pause, taking the shocked look on his face before continuing: "If you think that I'm helping humanity by making mutants go through the pain that I go through every single time that I dream, than you must be delusional. Humanity, the ones who think that the 'mutant menace' is a problem, where most mutants are like me, trying to live every day lives, while being pursued and killed and burned to death by that humanity that you're so trying to help, then I'm not the one who has the problem."
There's a moment of stunned silence as Fred absorbs my speech.
"You're helping humanity, whether you know it or not," he says, but the words and his voice doesn't have the same conviction as before.
I snort, "yes, keep on believing this bull that the feds tell you, and soon you'll be no better than F.O.H., even though you think you will be."
"I have to go now, and I won't have to worry about you in a few days mutant, you'll be dead." He says, leaving.
But even as he says these words, I can tell that he's deeply disturbed about what I said.
And I feel hope.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: Same old, same old.
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~Logan's POV~
I walk silently through the woods, never making a sound.
The kid just made her mistake she snapped a twig. I'm going to make sure that she doesn't make that mistake again.
Even though this is her first night training, I thought she was better than this.
I reach a clearing, and I frown when I not only pick up her scent, but several others.
Something's wrong.
There shouldn't be any other people out here.
And the other ones are not anyone I smelled before.
I walk along, following the scents to the road, where Meghan's and the other scents disappear.
Something happened, and I have a feeling that I know what it is.
I have to talk to Chuck right away.
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~Xavier's POV~
Logan comes running into my office, where Remy, Warren, and Allison are waiting for their turn for the night practice.
"Are you done?" I ask calmly, knowing that Logan usually can track down the first-timers pretty quickly.
"The kids missing, I think the feds finally got their hands on her," Logan growls, looking really concerned.
Remy says a string of inappropriate words that in any other situation I would've rebuked him for saying.
I reach out in my mind "X-Men, come to my office right away, Meghan's missing."
Less than a minute later, despite the late hour, everyone's there.
"What's wrong?" Demands Scott, yawning.
Logan answers the question for me: "Meghan was supposed to start night training tonight, and was doing fine until I hear a stick crack. I found the source, and Meghan wasn't there, but her scent was, and several others."
Scott frowns, "but everyone knows not to go out in the woods at night without permission on training nights."
"I don't think that those people wanted permission to go in the woods," Logan retorts, "I followed the scent to the road, where hers and the other scents disappeared. The thing that bothers me the most is that I can't identify the scents, meaning that no one in the mansion that I know nabbed her."
"Then who-?"
"I can answer that for you, and I can explain why they nabbed her, too." Hank comes in, carrying a vial with blood and a strange green liquid in it.
"What's that?" Allison asks, pointing to the vial.
"The blood sample I took from Meghan, I've been analyzing it since I took it, and I found some interesting things."
"Well, don't leave us in the dark, tell us!" Warren demands.
"Well, according to this, Meghan supposed to be fifty-two years old, she was experimented on, and somehow turned into a fetus again. She then grew up with another family, and then apparently the rest chemical didn't work, because she became a mutant again."
There's a minute of shocked silence as Hank's words are absorbed.
Everyone's looking at him with his or her mouths hanging open, and I'm pretty sure that I am too.
"How did you find all this out?" Allison stammers, still in shock.
"I gave part of the blood sample to some friends of mine, some real top of the line chemists, and they told me what exactly was in the blood. They also said that if the chemical was ever removed from Meghan's bloodstream, it would kill her, it's now like blood, runs through her body the same way, and her body is now dependent on it." Hank explains.
I frown, finally speaking up: "How much of this chemical is there in the world?"
"That's the other problem, there's very little, apparently most of it is in Meghan's blood, that's probably why the F.B.I.'s after her, because they need that chemical to try the experiment on other mutants, after they make some corrections on it." Hank says, frowning.
"And this'll kill chere." Remy says, concern clearly in his voice.
"Without a doubt, there's no chance that she'd live, the chemical is too deeply infused in her blood, and the F.B.I. wouldn't care, as long as they get what they want." Hank says sadly.
"I'll start looking for her right away, the rest of you, try to get some sleep." I say, wheeling out of the room.
Hoping.
Praying.
That we can find her before it's too late.
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~Meghan's POV~
I groan as I slowly regain consciousness.
Man, what happened?
"Ah, so you're awake, freak." The cold voice from my dreams says mockingly.
I blink, everything's so hazy, and I feel dizzy and disoriented.
I try to move, but I find my hands and feet are handcuffed to a chair, and I can't move them.
I shake my head dizzily, and instantly regret it as the room spins more.
What did they do to me?
I don't think even being drugged has this kind of effect on someone.
"As you can see, we already took the liberty of taking a pint of blood from you, and are planning to remove some more tomorrow. Too bad that the chemical that we need is infused with your blood now, we could always use another freak lab rat." The voice says, and as everything's starting to come to focus, I see a bald man about six feet with a white lab coat on staring at me.
I blink again, why does he look so familiar?
"Too bad that all our cells are full, but this will do, you're not staying long, anyway." He continues.
"What chemical are you talking about?" I demand hoarsely.
(A/N: I'll spare you the explanation, given that you heard it twice now.)
I stare at him, shocked beyond belief, that kind of bombshell clears the rest of my haze, and I realize that I can't get free from the handcuffs using my powers, because I'm wearing an inhibitor collar.
This isn't good.
"Enjoy your stay here, it's going to be a short one." The scientist leaves, and so do all the F.B.I. agents.
Except one.
I study him, he has a military-cut brown hair, and brown eyes, and he's about medium height, and as far as I can tell, he looks new to the force, by the way he's acting.
He hesitates, staring at me, "is it okay if I sit here?" He asks.
I snort, trying to shift my weight to make myself more comfortable. "If you want to, I can't stop you."
"Here, let me help you," he offers, grabbing my arm and pushing me a little to the right.
I sigh, feeling a little more comfortable, and surprised that he would do that, "thanks, what's your name?"
"Fred Duncan, and what's yours?" He asks, sitting down across from me.
"Does it really matter? I'm probably going to be dead in a few days." I say bitterly.
"Look on the bright side, at you're helping humanity." Fred says cheerfully.
I snort, "listen, I don't know what bull they're telling you in the F.B.I., but I do know what 'humanity' has given me in the past two years." I start, and then lean forward as much as my handcuffs will allow, "I watched a family being burned alive in their own home, they were exactly like me, and that part of humanity that you say I'm helping cheered as that happened. I have a scar on leg that runs from my ankle to hip, where a Sentinel, made by also part of that humanity that needs help, grazed me to the bone with one of it's lasers."
I pause, taking the shocked look on his face before continuing: "If you think that I'm helping humanity by making mutants go through the pain that I go through every single time that I dream, than you must be delusional. Humanity, the ones who think that the 'mutant menace' is a problem, where most mutants are like me, trying to live every day lives, while being pursued and killed and burned to death by that humanity that you're so trying to help, then I'm not the one who has the problem."
There's a moment of stunned silence as Fred absorbs my speech.
"You're helping humanity, whether you know it or not," he says, but the words and his voice doesn't have the same conviction as before.
I snort, "yes, keep on believing this bull that the feds tell you, and soon you'll be no better than F.O.H., even though you think you will be."
"I have to go now, and I won't have to worry about you in a few days mutant, you'll be dead." He says, leaving.
But even as he says these words, I can tell that he's deeply disturbed about what I said.
And I feel hope.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.