The Experiment: Chapter 10
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~Meghan's POV~
I'm having blackout spells now.
Everything's blurry, and I can barely see a foot in front of me.
I know that it's been at least a few days, and every day they keep on removing a pint of blood from my body.
The next time that they do it, I know I'm going to die for sure.
What's taking the X-Men so long?
Also, I haven't seen Fred Duncan after I told him about how humanity treats us mutants, and that the F.B.I. is full of bull.
I was hoping that he'd change his mind, and realize the mistake he was making before it was too late.
I guess that won't happen.
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~Agent Duncan's POV~
I look inside the holding room, where test subject Meghan is held.
I see her hanging limply from her bonds, barely breathing.
What have they done to her in the past few days?
I run to the nearest scientist. "About test subject Meghan, what has been happening to her?" I ask, trying to act uninterested.
"It's really none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway," the scientist says, sounding bored. "We're removing all the chemical that's in her body so we can examine and experiment it on other mutants. She was our lab rat thirty-six years ago, when we injected the chemical inside her, now we have to see where we went wrong."
"Why is she such in state?" I ask anxiously.
The scientist looks sharply at me, obviously noting that I sound worried over the subject, "she's having all her blood removed, and tomorrow she'll probably die. That's what I think anyway. Now, stop worrying about the thing, she's going to help humanity in more ways than one."
'But does the humanity that he's talking about really need help? Or does another part of humanity need help.' I think, being torn between the words that I was told by my boss, and the words of a sixteen year old that has the eyes of someone that has seen too much in her life.
I walk back to the room where she sits there, head hanging below her shoulders, why do they still have her hand cuffed to the chair when she obviously won't go anywhere?
This is cruel, to do what they're doing to her.
A scream echoes down the hallway's a testament to another experiment starting on another mutant.
And for the first time, I feel pity for that mutant.
But I'm not doing it, the scientists are.
'But if you're not part of the solution, then you're part of the problem.' I remind myself, and make my decision.
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~Meghan's POV~
I feel someone gently shaking me, and I blink and weakly lift my head.
I must have blacked out again.
"Come on, I have to get you out of here," a voice whispers, not at all sounding familiar.
"Who are you?" I croak weakly, still baldy disorientated.
"It's me, Agent Duncan, we have to get you out of here." The voice says, removing my handcuffs from my wrists and ankles.
"What about everyone else? Aren't you going to save them to?" I ask weakly as I barely feel him picking me up in his arms, carrying a cooler that's barely in my line of vision in his hand.
"I already did," he says, and I hear explosions coming from outside the room.
Then I black out again.
I blink and realize that my disorientation is almost gone, and that I can see clearly again.
I also realize that my inhibitor collar is gone.
I try to shift my weight, but realize that my right arm is strapped to the armrest of the door.
Panic sets in, but then I hear, "don't worry, I didn't want you to move your arm with the I.V. in it, so I only did it as a safety precaution." Fred says next to me.
I look up, and sure enough, an I.V. bag is dangling from the dry cleaner handles of the car, right above my arm.
"It's the blood that they took from you, so you don't have to worry about losing the chemical, I didn't want to risk you losing that chemical since I didn't know what would happen." He explains.
"Thanks," I stammer, not knowing what else to say.
"Anytime."
There's silence as I look through the window, watching the endless scenery go by.
"Where are we going?" I ask, seeing that none of the landmarks look familiar.
"Canada, I know you want to go back to the place that you live right now, but it's too dangerous, the feds know that you live there, and they'll track you down." He says firmly before I can even protest.
I lean back, knowing that he's right.
"How are you going to get me past the border?" I ask, wondering if he really can do this.
"I've got a few friends at the border, they'll help us. I already erased any trace of you, your friends, and the experiment that they were doing on you from the databanks, your friends won't be tracked down, but you might be, so that's why I need to make sure that you make it." He says, reaching the border.
I hold my breath as we reach the border cop, "Hi Fred, how are you doing?"
"Good Jim, I need you to do me a favor, can you let us pass, and say if questioned that we were never here?" Fred asks him.
"Why Fred? You got something illegal in your car?" He asks, leaning onto the open window and studying me carefully.
"This is a mutant, am I right?" He asks, and I tense, worried what's going to happen now.
"Yes, can we go now?" Fred asks, not all worried.
"Wait here a second," Jim says, walking back to his post and coming back with a scrap of paper. "Here," he says, handing it to me, "now, if you have any problems, call me and I'll help you out, okay."
I look at it, and realize that it has his name and phone number on it, "thanks." I say gratefully.
He tips his hat, "no problem."
We drive across the border, and start heading to the nearest hospital.
"We should get you to a doctor right away, I know one, Jim told me about him, he can patch you up in no time, and he treats mutants too." Fred says, driving carefully through traffic.
"How did you meet Jim?" I ask, watching the scenery of my new home go by.
"An supportive mutant raid, I let him go without arresting him, the F.B.I. was arresting any people who supported mutants during that time, and I didn't like it, so I let anyone go who I saw." He says, looking somewhat embarrassed.
I nod understandingly, and look at the clinic that we're pulling up to.
Within five minutes, I'm in a bed, with a new I.V. in my arm.
"Meghan, meet your adoptive family," Fred says, gesturing.
I study them; the woman throws herself at me, sobbing "you poor thing," while the man ruffles my hair affectionately.
"I have to go," Fred says, about to leave.
"Wait!" I shout, grabbing a piece of paper beside the bed, and writing the Xavier's school information on it. "Contact them, they always need help and information." I explain, handing over the piece of paper.
He nods, and then leaves.
Tiredness suddenly overwhelms me, and soon I fall asleep.
I have a home.
TBC.
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A/N: Epilogue is going to be up soon, please review.
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: No.
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~Meghan's POV~
I'm having blackout spells now.
Everything's blurry, and I can barely see a foot in front of me.
I know that it's been at least a few days, and every day they keep on removing a pint of blood from my body.
The next time that they do it, I know I'm going to die for sure.
What's taking the X-Men so long?
Also, I haven't seen Fred Duncan after I told him about how humanity treats us mutants, and that the F.B.I. is full of bull.
I was hoping that he'd change his mind, and realize the mistake he was making before it was too late.
I guess that won't happen.
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~Agent Duncan's POV~
I look inside the holding room, where test subject Meghan is held.
I see her hanging limply from her bonds, barely breathing.
What have they done to her in the past few days?
I run to the nearest scientist. "About test subject Meghan, what has been happening to her?" I ask, trying to act uninterested.
"It's really none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway," the scientist says, sounding bored. "We're removing all the chemical that's in her body so we can examine and experiment it on other mutants. She was our lab rat thirty-six years ago, when we injected the chemical inside her, now we have to see where we went wrong."
"Why is she such in state?" I ask anxiously.
The scientist looks sharply at me, obviously noting that I sound worried over the subject, "she's having all her blood removed, and tomorrow she'll probably die. That's what I think anyway. Now, stop worrying about the thing, she's going to help humanity in more ways than one."
'But does the humanity that he's talking about really need help? Or does another part of humanity need help.' I think, being torn between the words that I was told by my boss, and the words of a sixteen year old that has the eyes of someone that has seen too much in her life.
I walk back to the room where she sits there, head hanging below her shoulders, why do they still have her hand cuffed to the chair when she obviously won't go anywhere?
This is cruel, to do what they're doing to her.
A scream echoes down the hallway's a testament to another experiment starting on another mutant.
And for the first time, I feel pity for that mutant.
But I'm not doing it, the scientists are.
'But if you're not part of the solution, then you're part of the problem.' I remind myself, and make my decision.
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~Meghan's POV~
I feel someone gently shaking me, and I blink and weakly lift my head.
I must have blacked out again.
"Come on, I have to get you out of here," a voice whispers, not at all sounding familiar.
"Who are you?" I croak weakly, still baldy disorientated.
"It's me, Agent Duncan, we have to get you out of here." The voice says, removing my handcuffs from my wrists and ankles.
"What about everyone else? Aren't you going to save them to?" I ask weakly as I barely feel him picking me up in his arms, carrying a cooler that's barely in my line of vision in his hand.
"I already did," he says, and I hear explosions coming from outside the room.
Then I black out again.
I blink and realize that my disorientation is almost gone, and that I can see clearly again.
I also realize that my inhibitor collar is gone.
I try to shift my weight, but realize that my right arm is strapped to the armrest of the door.
Panic sets in, but then I hear, "don't worry, I didn't want you to move your arm with the I.V. in it, so I only did it as a safety precaution." Fred says next to me.
I look up, and sure enough, an I.V. bag is dangling from the dry cleaner handles of the car, right above my arm.
"It's the blood that they took from you, so you don't have to worry about losing the chemical, I didn't want to risk you losing that chemical since I didn't know what would happen." He explains.
"Thanks," I stammer, not knowing what else to say.
"Anytime."
There's silence as I look through the window, watching the endless scenery go by.
"Where are we going?" I ask, seeing that none of the landmarks look familiar.
"Canada, I know you want to go back to the place that you live right now, but it's too dangerous, the feds know that you live there, and they'll track you down." He says firmly before I can even protest.
I lean back, knowing that he's right.
"How are you going to get me past the border?" I ask, wondering if he really can do this.
"I've got a few friends at the border, they'll help us. I already erased any trace of you, your friends, and the experiment that they were doing on you from the databanks, your friends won't be tracked down, but you might be, so that's why I need to make sure that you make it." He says, reaching the border.
I hold my breath as we reach the border cop, "Hi Fred, how are you doing?"
"Good Jim, I need you to do me a favor, can you let us pass, and say if questioned that we were never here?" Fred asks him.
"Why Fred? You got something illegal in your car?" He asks, leaning onto the open window and studying me carefully.
"This is a mutant, am I right?" He asks, and I tense, worried what's going to happen now.
"Yes, can we go now?" Fred asks, not all worried.
"Wait here a second," Jim says, walking back to his post and coming back with a scrap of paper. "Here," he says, handing it to me, "now, if you have any problems, call me and I'll help you out, okay."
I look at it, and realize that it has his name and phone number on it, "thanks." I say gratefully.
He tips his hat, "no problem."
We drive across the border, and start heading to the nearest hospital.
"We should get you to a doctor right away, I know one, Jim told me about him, he can patch you up in no time, and he treats mutants too." Fred says, driving carefully through traffic.
"How did you meet Jim?" I ask, watching the scenery of my new home go by.
"An supportive mutant raid, I let him go without arresting him, the F.B.I. was arresting any people who supported mutants during that time, and I didn't like it, so I let anyone go who I saw." He says, looking somewhat embarrassed.
I nod understandingly, and look at the clinic that we're pulling up to.
Within five minutes, I'm in a bed, with a new I.V. in my arm.
"Meghan, meet your adoptive family," Fred says, gesturing.
I study them; the woman throws herself at me, sobbing "you poor thing," while the man ruffles my hair affectionately.
"I have to go," Fred says, about to leave.
"Wait!" I shout, grabbing a piece of paper beside the bed, and writing the Xavier's school information on it. "Contact them, they always need help and information." I explain, handing over the piece of paper.
He nods, and then leaves.
Tiredness suddenly overwhelms me, and soon I fall asleep.
I have a home.
TBC.
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A/N: Epilogue is going to be up soon, please review.