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Genre: AU/Action/Romance/humor (for flavor)
Disclaimer: Don't own. Wish I did. I'm just a mere mortal compared to the legends at Marvel. I'm making losta changes to the who's, what's, and where's, so please don't start getting mad at me. This is my own little world and I will thank you not to upset it. Please don't sue.
Warnings: Lotsa fighting (duh) ....um....and a green writer who's just trying to make a name for herself.
Heh, sorry it took me SO LONG to get this chapter out. I couldn't get my muse to give me any ideas (threatens to strangle Quicksilver) and my real life muse wasn't checking her email to let me know if it was boring or not. Ergo: Late chapter. Upset readers. Upset Writer. Upset Muse who decided to give me ideas for a crossover fic instead of the ones I already have in progress in retaliation. *pulls hair out*
"Of All The Things I've Lost. I Miss My Mind The Most."
Now then. One of my 2 readers (Satans Widdle Hellper) has stated that she does not like my fic 'cus Sabie is out of character. Hellooooo? Alternate Universe Fic??? Also, she says my OC is a Mary-Sue. Where she gets that idea is beyond me. Now, I'll answer some things she said:
My OC is NOT a feral.
And there ARE other mutants with healing factors other than Logan and Victor. Like the mutants with HEALERS TOUCH!!!
And even if I don't explain in this chapter, you will understand how she is able to defeat Victor. OK?
The only thing she has in common with Sabretooth is she's a good fighter, she likes a good fight every now and then, and that she's old. (But dude, she is WAAAAY older than him. Oh crud. I gave away a clue! darn it! QUICKSILVER!!!!!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!! ARGH!!!! *fuming* )
I don't care how confusing S.W.H. thinks it is, I'll have as many POVs as I want. Really, there are only two main POVs and one other POV for the police officer. And, honestly, if you can't figure out who's talking by the speech patterns, I'm sorry, but you're just dumb.
Also, if you just plain don't like it, you don't HAVE to read it. You can show yourself right out the door. And don't let the door hit cha where the Lord split cha.
~thinking~ *actions* telepathy =translations=
~*POV change~* #dream# ^flashback^
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~ If he thinks I'm getting into that truck with him, he's got another thing coming. ~
Sabretooth and I were getting out of the squad car as fast as we could. Although why he expected me to jump into another automobile with him now that we were far enough away from the police was a complete mystery to me. I spotted a 4-Wheel Drive Subaru and started towards it at a run. If I was lucky, I could get inside, lock the doors, hot wire the car and burn some rubber before he noticed I wasn't following him.
I guess I wasn't fast enough.
"Where'd you think yer goin', runt?" I felt his huge hand clamp down on my left shoulder as he spoke.
"No where with you." "Heh, don't see as you've got much ofa choice, kid."
I shot him a withering glance. Or tried to anyways. Kinda hard to glare at someone over your shoulder who is over six feet tall. Unless of course, you're 6 foot something too and.....oh, never mind.
I had opened my mouth to say something rude but I promptly shut it again. Quite a few squad cars and an armored van were appearing outta nowhere.
"Argh! Fine! But don't expect me to stay for dinner!" He sneered at me in return and mock-bowed towards the truck. I glared at him some more and ran towards the passenger side. I knew from....somewhere in the back of my mind, that he wouldn't let me drive if half his head as blown off.
~ How did I know that? ~
We were in the truck and suddenly, thinking had taken a back seat. I was too busy concentrating on holding on to anything that was bolted down in this stupid truck that had no seats belts. "Drive a little more towards the ditches and flip the truck over while you're at it, why don't ya?" Silence. I looked at him. He wasn't paying any attention to me at all. ~ Guess suicide isn't on his to-do list today. Not that it would matter, what with his healing factor. ~
I chanced a glance out the window and wished I hadn't. Sabretooth seemed to be making his own road through the bushes and trees. Harder for the police and their dinky little cars to follow us, I guess.
I felt something wiz by my ear and saw that something crash into and crack the windshield. Bullet. I heard another whistling sound and the windshield shattered. More bullets. Ok, this is not fun. I picked up the guns, climbed into the back seat and opened the back window. I tried to aim for the tires but it was a little rocky in the truck. I hit the spot light instead. "Dammit!"
I continued firing as best as I could. This time at the windshields. We ran over a rock and I hit the ceiling hard. ~ That's gonna leave a mark. ~
I was running out of ammo fast. I saw Creeds' pack from the corner of my eye and unzipped it. Just like I thought. Lotsa ammo. Lotsa guns. Lotsa explosives. Ah....here we go...a nice grenade. I waited five seconds after pulling the pin before throwing it at the windshield of the police squad car. The norm is three seconds but the cars were a wee bit close and I didn't want to risk the grenade bouncing off the cars and wasting a perfectly good bomb.
The car slowed down almost immediately. Almost as an afterthought I remembered to close the window and duck down. The explosion was loud. The explosion was bright. The explosion made me hit my head again.
The explosion brought to me images of two families that were suddenly without fathers and husbands.
I saw a little girl, around 8 yrs old, learning to ride her bike with her daddy.
I saw three teenage boys. They were in a punk band. I saw the pain of the father for not being able to communicate with them and be a part of their lives like he wanted. They wouldn't let him into their lives...now he could never again be apart of their growing up. I saw the wives...how they worried about their husbands going to work. How every day the thought of them never coming home again crossed their minds....
I saw other flashes of life, someone else's life. What's happening to me?? I can feel their pain. The burns. The cuts. It's tearing me apart along with them. This...this can't be happening...I'm making this up...none of this is real...my head..no, my soul it feels like it's going to explode. I open my eyes, I see blood...my blood? I feel the blood on my face. I'm crying blood. Everything looks hazy.... like looking through a fog.
I sit up, I've put my hands to the sides of my head trying to match the pressure in my head. I look at Creed and I see his mind. No....not his mind....his soul. His true inner most being. I see people...so many people, so many faces, screams, blood so much blood. Their eyes, they are pleading for their lives...begging mercy...this man knows no mercy. None was ever given so he gives not.
Only pain.
The pain makes him feel.
All the death. All the pain...I FEEL it. I taste it. It's like I'm there. All of it at once. All the families, all the friends, the pain and the hatred caused by Creed. The death. How he reveled in it. All of it at once.
Too much pain, too much hate, too much everything. I'm falling into a darkness I can't push away. I vaguely hear Sabretooth say something. Nonononono....no more sounds, no more pain, brain overloading...too much everything...I black out. I won't wake up for hours. My sleep will be filled with the memories, the pain. No rest.
All the souls taken........and I can't do anything to help them.......
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The explosion rocked the truck pretty hard. I heard her cry out and thought she had been hit with debris. Then she sat back up. I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. She was holding her head and blood was streaming out of her eyes...tears of blood.
She looked at me and screamed...her eyes shut tight again. She was chanting over and over again, nonononononono....too much...too much........pain.... Then she blacked out. She stopped screaming but I could hear her moving around still. Nightmares. Whatever she was seeing wasn't going to leave her alone, not even in sleep.
I looked out the mirror again, this time behind us. There was still one car chasing us. I checked the gas gauge. Quarter of a tank. Not much gonna be left soon at this speed. Boy, what I wouldn't give for Scarlet Witch and her Hex Bolts right about now.
I looked as far ahead as I could in the dense brush and saw a road carved along the side of cliff. I turned as sharp as I could onto it and didn't look back. The truck barley fit on this tiny road. Heh, more like a sidewalk than a road. ~ What was it that she said once? Beggars can't be choosers? Yeah well, we'll see who the beggars really are in a minute or two here. ~ A wicked grin. ~ This is going to be fun. ~
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(Some time later, in a small damp cave......)
I feel water....water on my face, cooling, comforting.....my body is so hot, I feel like I'm on fire. I take a deep breath, tried to clear my head a little and tentatively opened one eye. If I had had the strength to scream, I would have. Instead I just closed my eye, took another deep breath, and opened both eyes this time. Nope. Still there. Big, looming, smelly, ugly, dirty.....smiling? Sabretooth. I got an eyeful of yellowed fangs.
~ Man this dude really needs to learn how to use a toothbrush. And soap. And a washing machine. And his heart. ~
His heart.
The thought brought back the memories of a few hours before...before I blacked out, before I saw his soul...his innermost being...before I felt that if I didn't do something, I was going to be sucked into his mind and would never be able to get out again. I shuddered and sat up, or tried to anyways. My arms were to tired and heavy for me to lift.
Since I couldn't move I decided to speak. And I chose the most intelligent words I could have ever learned in my lifetime:
"Wha...?"
Ok, so I didn't mean the most intelligent words, I mean the most intelligent word. Whatever.
"Ya blacked out in the truck, remember?"
"Yeah," I tried to sit up again and this time he helps me. I give him a wary look.
"No, I'm not going to rip your lungs out, if that is what you're thinking," he said, noticing my expression.
Ah, the sweet feeling of partial relief. He hands me a curved piece of bark with water in it. I drank gratefully.
"Although I should, considering all the trouble you've been."
He said this grinning. All minute traces of relief vanish as his mind...correction...his SOUL is once again opened to me and I see the many -- not one -- ways of painfully extracting ones lungs.
More pain, more hate, more souls, lost to this man. The domino effects of his actions on family and friends, how they turned on one another because of gossip, because they thought they were avenging their loved ones.
Again. The cycle rewinds itself with a new set of people . . . Over and over again.
I begin to cry again.
These are things I shouldn't know, can't possibly know.
The number of dead climbs higher and higher, it hasn't stopped yet and it isn't going to stop any time soon.
Now, not just images, not just the acknowledgment of the pain, grief, and hate. . .
Real pain,
Real grief,
Real hate,
Almost like I'm there, like I'm the one killing all those people myself. . . and at the same time, I'm the one grieving for the dead.
Too much, too much. . . Creed, he's been saying something all this time. I can't hear him over the screams in my head. I cover my face with my hands and cry harder.
He pulls my hands from my face. . . they are covered in blood.
My blood, their blood, his blood? I can't tell the difference any more.
I can't make it stop!!
"Make it stop! Make it stop. . . please....make it stop....."
I should get away from him, his soul is what is tainting mine, but I have no strength left.
I collapse in his arms instead, still crying for lost souls, in pain, in grief. As he hesitantly puts his arm around me, one question lingers in the back of my mind:
~ Why wasn't I there to save them? ~
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(Many, many, hours later...)
~ Hope the pup wakes up soon.... those nightmares are gettin' violent. That last kick hurt. ~ Victor had been sitting besides her while she slept again, and as her nightmares increased, so did her trashing about. She kicked him in the kidneys this time. He wasn't really thinking about the slight pain though. He was trying to figure out why her powers -- or whatever it is that was happening to her -- decided to kick in now of all times.
It couldn't possibly be a psychic attack of some kind.... she had mental shields almost as good as he did... It was all too confusing.
He thought back to when he first met her at the compound:
^ "Well, well, well... Sabretooth! Get over here!" The General was yelling at me again. Idiot was going to get his some day.
"What?" "Look what the boys brought in for ya. A play mate." The smell of fresh blood and scorched flesh filled my nostrils, three soldiers were dragging a limp but still living body into the compound. The scent was mostly covered by blood but I could tell it was female. Most of her clothes had been burnt off, and there was only a few strands of hair left on her head. Couldn't tell what color it was...too burnt.
"Here." The General slapped a thin file to my chest. I opened it as they put the girl on a lab table and proceeded to clamp her arms and legs down in metal casings.
"Read this. Watch her, make sure she don't kill herself or something."
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pg1
KNOWN ALIAS: JESSICA VERA DeCARR
DOB: UNKNOWN
PLACE OF BIRTH: UNKNOWN
WEIGHT: 113 LBS.
HEIGHT: 5 FEET 6 INCHES
HAIR COLOR: VARIABLE, NATURALY DARK BROWN
EYE COLOR: VARIABLE, NATURALY BRIGHT GREEN
SKIN COLOR: VARIABLE, NATURALY DARK OLIVE
ESTIMATED AGE: 465 YEARS
CURRENT ADDRESS: 34 SOUTH GRASON ST. SHADE TOWN, TEXAS.
FIGHTING SKILLS
EXTREAMLY WELL SCHOOLED IN THE FOLLOWING:
JUDO, JUTISU, TAEKWON-DO, KUNG-FU, KICK BOXING, STREET FIGHTING, SWORDSMANSHIP.
VARIOUS WEAPONRY: GUNS, BOMBS, WHIPS, DAGGERS, STICKS.
AQUINTANCES:
Sara Garza
Michael Gruen
Melissa Jon
Kim Kong
Judie McLoar
Tom McLoar
Quinn McLoar
Gerald McKinsie
Darrel Smyth
pg 2
MUTANT HAS BEEN OBSERVED FREQUINTING THE FOLLOWING:
The Old Record Shop
Denny's
Gran's B-B-Que
Jake's Chop Shop
Dan's Bar
Whorehouse Bar
Ice House
Town Library
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"This all you have on her?"
"Hey, give us some credit, she's a tough chick to find. We're lucky to have found her this time around. We've been lookin' for her for a few months now. Every time we got close to nabbin' her, she lit outta wherever she was."
I looked down at the stumpy General. He was a good fighter, considering his stature, but we both knew he was no match for me. I knew he was afraid of me. I could always smell it. But there was something else that always over- powered the fear. Hate. Disgust. Like I was as fun to look at as gum sticking to his shoe.
I guess I can't blame him. I'd killed my share of his men in countless attemps of escape. They always had some new trick up their sleeves though. Like they WANTED me to try and escape, so they could try out their new toys. Last time it was a super high voltage stun gun right at the base of my skull. I was out for two days.
While I was out, they decided they were tired of chasing me around the compound. Now I have a nice little adamantium protected computer chip in my brain. They can turn me from the imposing killer to a helpless, writhing heap on the floor with the push of a button. And don't think I haven't tried to get it out. But adamantium is adamantium.
Not that big a deal anyway. I do what they tell me, I get to kill. For now, this suits me. I don't have to go looking for someone to kill, they do all that work for me. Just point and I go.
"Right. Whatever. Does she have healing factor?"
"Not that we've observed."
"What are her powers then? This "file" doesn't have them listed."
"We don't know."
"What?" Not really a question. More an accusation.
"We. Don't. Know. How hard is that?"
I glared at him
"You brought in a mutant and you don't know what she can do?"
My last question/statement was met with silence. It figured. These idiots are just here to have fun. I can't believe this. For all any of us know, she could be a telepath, feral, elemental, molecular or all of the above.
"Don't give me that look. She's dangerous. We brought her in. She will heal and we will see what she can do. Are we clear, Sabretooth?"
"Perfectly." "Good. Now, you have your orders. Stay here. Someone will be in later to start an IV."
With that the General turned and left through the still open door. He closed and locked it behind him. Not that a lock would stop me much, must be for the girl. ~ Though from the looks of it, she ain't going anywhere anytime soon. ~
I walked over to the side of the table and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and her breath was labored. More of her hair had fallen out while the guards were locking her to the table. I tried picking some up. It crumbled into ashes at my touch.
When I looked back at her face, her eyes were open. Bright green eyes. Unnaturally bright. Like there was a light shining behind them. She didn't look at me with fear, hate, or distrust. In fact, she wasn't looking at me at all. She was looking straight up at the ceiling.
I waved my hand in front of her eyes. Nothing. Her eyes didn't move. Her scent didn't change. I checked her pulse. Going awfully strong for someone who had just had their entire body scorched.
I looked at her eyes again. They seemed to be glowing brighter. As I watched, her eyes became completely white. Then the glow spread to her body.
Just as the glowing had come, it left. Seeping back towards her eyes. Leaving a perfectly healed, brown haired girl on the table. ^
A scream pulled me out of my memories. The girl was sitting straight up on the make-shift bed. Her bright eyes wide, breathing hard. I sat in front of her and held her face in my hands. She wasn't really looking at me, she was looking past... through me. Must still be in a nightmare.
"Com'on kid, wake up, for chrissake." Her eyes slowly came into focus. She smiled at me then.
"I made it stop."
I blinked. I wasn't expecting her to be that lucid.
"Good. How?"
"I left everything here and found this totally isolated place. No souls there to look at. Just me and the quiet. Nothing to hear, feel, or see. Just me. I built up walls in my mind, to keep everyone out."
I let go of her face. "Do you know how long you were asleep?"
"No.....no time in that place."
"Ok, You've been asleep for the last 6 hours. I figure that by now you have to be hungry."
"Yes."
"We can't risk being seen right now. You stay here and I'm going to find something. Don't go anywhere, do you understand me?"
"Of course, darling." A playful grin.
Growling, "Don't call me that again."
"Whatever you say, Sabie."
I glared at her long and hard. She just smiled a goofy smile back. I growled again and left. She better be back to normal by the time I get back.
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Victor left me to myself in search of something edible. Knowing him he'd find a nice piece of fresh meat.
~ I hope he has the good sense to COOK it. ~
I was feeling better this time around and decided to try out my legs and see if they worked.
They worked.
Yay.
Now what?
I looked around the small cave. Not much to see. Didn't look like a place Creed had been in before. But then again, what do I know about his house cleaning habits? For all I know, he scours the places he stays in with steam and acid before he leaves. Acid? Where did that come from? You can't use acid... everything would melt.
Huh. Maybe my body is working, but my mind sure isn't.
I sat back down and had another drink of water.
~ Why is being so, dare I think it? Nice to me? I don't get it. Argh... so much stuff I don't understand but I feel like I SHOULD understand it. ~ I looked up and asked anyone who was listening: Why me?
That stupid question that everyone asks at one point in time in their life. Why Me. Why indeed? Why can't we just accept the fact that we are not immortal and we can't just go around asking "Why" hoping that someone will change our destinies for us.
Ack. When did I get so philosophical? Must be an after-effect of the noggin-boppin'.
Whhaaa.....???? Noggin? Boppin'? Nobody uses those words anymore! Not since.... hummm.... when did they stop using noggin?? 2003?? That sounds almost right. What year was it now again? Geez... I must be losing my mind. I can't remember what year it is.
What year did Victor start chasing me around the world?
I grimaced at the phrase. Made it sound like I was playing hard to get with some boy vying for my affections.
Yuck. Double Yuck. YUCK!
2009?? I think that's when he started hunting me. So that would make it.... 2012 now. Yup. The year is 2012.
Now. What month is it??
Victor came back then. Carrying some dead skinless thing. I think it was a rabbit. I breathed through my mouth so I wouldn't smell the blood. I had been doing this for some time when I looked down at my shirt.
It was covered in streams of blood.
Whhaaa???? (My Favorite Word Today)
Since I didn't seem to be communicating well with my mind, I voiced my half- word of the day.
"Whhaaa????" I feel like such a dork.
He looked up at me. Waiting. I pointed to the blood on me.
"Yours."
Well. As if I hadn't already figured THAT one out!!
I gave him my best "gee, ya think?" look and waited.
He breathed heavily and told me that I had been crying blood.
WHAT?!! (Ha! There! I finished the word! Back to the story)
I am quite sure my face was reflecting my current thoughts at the moment because he shrugged and told me that he just plain didn't know. And quite frankly, I don't think he cared that much.
"Well fine. Be that way." I stuck my tongue out at him when he wasn't looking.
I think he knew.
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We ate in a thick silence. Guess she was mad at me. More than usual I mean.
She spent the rest of the night glaring at me. Her eyes glowed in the darkness. If I were a lesser man I would be scared. I SHOULD be scared. Nobody knows what she can do. SHE doesn't know what she can do.
It's scary. I can't believe I'm admitting that I'm scared of her. Even after all this. Something about her radiates power. The fact that was I wasn't scared of her before seems somehow.... wrong.
Like she could rip my heart out before I could blink and here I was just toying with her.
Weird. Ever since she blacked out and was having all those nightmares, something changed about her. Maybe it's her powers coming into play. I dunno.
Should I risk asking what was going on? Or would it just start the cycle again? I looked at her again. She had finished eating was laying on her side, comfortable. Like even she knew she was different.
I know she stuck her tongue out at me. I didn't say anything. I'm not sure why though....
Man, this pup is really strange.
"What name ya goin' by now?" Did I really open my mouth after all that?
"Don't know. I used Helen last time. I'm thinking some new-age or punk name this time around. What do you think?"
She didn't sound upset anymore... geez, women and their stupid mood swings.
"New-Age is a good choice. So many of the women in the last few years went crazy with the names, I don't anybody would blink if you called yourself Lime."
She gave me one of those "men are so stupid" looks. ~ Well, She asked. ~
I will NEVER understand women.
She sat there thinking in silence for a while. I took the time to build up the fire I had made outside again. I had put rocks around it, and inside it. We couldn't have a fire inside and it was going to get cold tonight. We'd need something to keep us warm since no one seemed to have thought of bringing a blanket.
"Emerald."
I hadn't even fully stepped into the cave again when she said it.
"What?"
"My new name, Emerald. Em for short." I shrugged. I didn't really care. I had started to go back outside just to get away from her for a while, but she wasn't done talking. I sighed and went back inside.
This could turn into a very long night.
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~ Argh! Men can be SO stupid sometimes. Here I am, trying to be civil to a guy who would sooner kill me than talk about aliases and he does something like that! I will NEVER for the life of me, understand men. ~
"We need to figure out where we're going after this. We can't stay here forever, " He gave me one of those looks. I gave him a look back. "Mostly, I'm thinking, outta state. Maybe.... Texas? It's a big state."
"And since ya seem ta think yer in control here, how ya want to go about gettin' there?"
I smiled at him. Maybe he wasn't so dumb after all. I mean, he DID figure out that I was now in control of this "vacation".
"Motorcycle." I'm not sure but I think his eyes were glowing brighter than they were a minute ago. Weird.
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"WOOHOO!!!!!!! YEAH!!!! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!! WOOOO..... VICTOR! YA GOTTA TRY THIS THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I just looked at her dumbstruck. She had asked the kid at the shop about taking the race bike out for a 'spin'.
He and I stood there looking at her dumbstruck. He had tried to tell her that this machine went over 200 MPH in first gear and that he wasn't sure she could handle it, being so small and all, but she insisted that she would be fine. Finally -- though reluctantly -- giving in, he and I rolled it outta the shop and she immediately hopped on.
Then she immediately tore outta there.
That was an hour ago.
And we've been watching her ever since.
This was a really high priced shop that had their own "race track" for testing out the faster bikes they had in stock.
Apparently, no one ever had thought about someone actually USING the track. I'm pretty sure that some of the track had melted by how fast she was going. That girl -- EMERALD, I reminded myself -- sure knew how to handle herself on that 'cycle.
"How much gas did you say that thing had?" I had to yell at the kid a few times before he heard me over the rumble of the motorcycle.
"Full Tank." I nodded, that's what I thought he'd said.
He continued to watch Emerald in amazement and absent-mindly asked if I knew how long she could last.
I absently-mindly told him I didn't have a frickin' clue.
After a few more minutes of watching Emerald go around in dizzy-ing circles I told the kid to start figurin' out the bill for this, an identical cycle, and gear for both of us. He nodded dumbly and I had to prod him back towards the shop.
After another hour of negotiating the price and filling out forms, Emerald FINALLY came back in. She was red-faced, sweating, and smiling. She fell into the chair next to me and asked what was up.
I told her that the cycle was hers, and immediatly wished I had a wall between us.
She HUGGED me.
The flammin' broad HUGGED me! Then she started jumping around and giggling like a two year old and saying "thankyouthankyouthankyou!!" like she was on speed or something.
I muttered a few rude things that she didn't hear and dragged her outta there.
I checked the tank in her cycle and found it was almost empty. My cycle had half a tank.
We rolled them to the back of the parking lot to fill up. Then we took to the road and stocked up on some supplies for the trip. After that we rode in silence.
I had a feeling that Emerald thought we were just going to keep moving around like this.
But I knew that I had to take her back. They knew she was with me by now. They had to. If I didn't take her back, they would send someone else to pick us BOTH up. And the pain of the implant in my brain wasn't something I wanted to relive at the moment.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye. She was so happy looking. I'd never really seen her happy.
I sighed and mentally kicked myself in the rear and began to think of a plan.
~ If I can get her back without her recognizing the area..... ~ Victor Creed smiled an evil smile.
Yes, this plan was going to work.
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Well, now that we have established that my OC is not a feral, but more of a psychic type (please be informed that she can't see minds, per se, but SOULS) at this time, reviews would be MUCH called for. So review, dang it! lol.
*evil laughter* heheh!! Now that I (hopfully!) have your undivided attention with this chapter.... REVIEW!! PLEASE!! I must have constructive reviews! "What's going on with Sabie?? Why the change in heart with Emerald?? WHAT THE HECK ARE YA DOING TO MY MIND??!!" and other reviews are exceptable.
And I apologize a thousand times over about taking so dang long to get this chapter finished. Really, I'm sorry! I hope I can figure out what to do in the next chapter soon.... I'm having a VERY bad case of writers block at the moment. *starts to back away from angry readers* But really, I'm trying my best here *starts to run away from VERY angry readers*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!! I CAN'T WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER IF I'M DEAD!" *opens eyes to see that the mob of readers chasing her are now wandering around aimlessly* Whew! Glad THAT'S over with!
SEE YA!!! ~ Furry Elf
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Genre: AU/Action/Romance/humor (for flavor)
Disclaimer: Don't own. Wish I did. I'm just a mere mortal compared to the legends at Marvel. I'm making losta changes to the who's, what's, and where's, so please don't start getting mad at me. This is my own little world and I will thank you not to upset it. Please don't sue.
Warnings: Lotsa fighting (duh) ....um....and a green writer who's just trying to make a name for herself.
Heh, sorry it took me SO LONG to get this chapter out. I couldn't get my muse to give me any ideas (threatens to strangle Quicksilver) and my real life muse wasn't checking her email to let me know if it was boring or not. Ergo: Late chapter. Upset readers. Upset Writer. Upset Muse who decided to give me ideas for a crossover fic instead of the ones I already have in progress in retaliation. *pulls hair out*
"Of All The Things I've Lost. I Miss My Mind The Most."
Now then. One of my 2 readers (Satans Widdle Hellper) has stated that she does not like my fic 'cus Sabie is out of character. Hellooooo? Alternate Universe Fic??? Also, she says my OC is a Mary-Sue. Where she gets that idea is beyond me. Now, I'll answer some things she said:
My OC is NOT a feral.
And there ARE other mutants with healing factors other than Logan and Victor. Like the mutants with HEALERS TOUCH!!!
And even if I don't explain in this chapter, you will understand how she is able to defeat Victor. OK?
The only thing she has in common with Sabretooth is she's a good fighter, she likes a good fight every now and then, and that she's old. (But dude, she is WAAAAY older than him. Oh crud. I gave away a clue! darn it! QUICKSILVER!!!!!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!! ARGH!!!! *fuming* )
I don't care how confusing S.W.H. thinks it is, I'll have as many POVs as I want. Really, there are only two main POVs and one other POV for the police officer. And, honestly, if you can't figure out who's talking by the speech patterns, I'm sorry, but you're just dumb.
Also, if you just plain don't like it, you don't HAVE to read it. You can show yourself right out the door. And don't let the door hit cha where the Lord split cha.
~thinking~ *actions* telepathy =translations=
~*POV change~* #dream# ^flashback^
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~ If he thinks I'm getting into that truck with him, he's got another thing coming. ~
Sabretooth and I were getting out of the squad car as fast as we could. Although why he expected me to jump into another automobile with him now that we were far enough away from the police was a complete mystery to me. I spotted a 4-Wheel Drive Subaru and started towards it at a run. If I was lucky, I could get inside, lock the doors, hot wire the car and burn some rubber before he noticed I wasn't following him.
I guess I wasn't fast enough.
"Where'd you think yer goin', runt?" I felt his huge hand clamp down on my left shoulder as he spoke.
"No where with you." "Heh, don't see as you've got much ofa choice, kid."
I shot him a withering glance. Or tried to anyways. Kinda hard to glare at someone over your shoulder who is over six feet tall. Unless of course, you're 6 foot something too and.....oh, never mind.
I had opened my mouth to say something rude but I promptly shut it again. Quite a few squad cars and an armored van were appearing outta nowhere.
"Argh! Fine! But don't expect me to stay for dinner!" He sneered at me in return and mock-bowed towards the truck. I glared at him some more and ran towards the passenger side. I knew from....somewhere in the back of my mind, that he wouldn't let me drive if half his head as blown off.
~ How did I know that? ~
We were in the truck and suddenly, thinking had taken a back seat. I was too busy concentrating on holding on to anything that was bolted down in this stupid truck that had no seats belts. "Drive a little more towards the ditches and flip the truck over while you're at it, why don't ya?" Silence. I looked at him. He wasn't paying any attention to me at all. ~ Guess suicide isn't on his to-do list today. Not that it would matter, what with his healing factor. ~
I chanced a glance out the window and wished I hadn't. Sabretooth seemed to be making his own road through the bushes and trees. Harder for the police and their dinky little cars to follow us, I guess.
I felt something wiz by my ear and saw that something crash into and crack the windshield. Bullet. I heard another whistling sound and the windshield shattered. More bullets. Ok, this is not fun. I picked up the guns, climbed into the back seat and opened the back window. I tried to aim for the tires but it was a little rocky in the truck. I hit the spot light instead. "Dammit!"
I continued firing as best as I could. This time at the windshields. We ran over a rock and I hit the ceiling hard. ~ That's gonna leave a mark. ~
I was running out of ammo fast. I saw Creeds' pack from the corner of my eye and unzipped it. Just like I thought. Lotsa ammo. Lotsa guns. Lotsa explosives. Ah....here we go...a nice grenade. I waited five seconds after pulling the pin before throwing it at the windshield of the police squad car. The norm is three seconds but the cars were a wee bit close and I didn't want to risk the grenade bouncing off the cars and wasting a perfectly good bomb.
The car slowed down almost immediately. Almost as an afterthought I remembered to close the window and duck down. The explosion was loud. The explosion was bright. The explosion made me hit my head again.
The explosion brought to me images of two families that were suddenly without fathers and husbands.
I saw a little girl, around 8 yrs old, learning to ride her bike with her daddy.
I saw three teenage boys. They were in a punk band. I saw the pain of the father for not being able to communicate with them and be a part of their lives like he wanted. They wouldn't let him into their lives...now he could never again be apart of their growing up. I saw the wives...how they worried about their husbands going to work. How every day the thought of them never coming home again crossed their minds....
I saw other flashes of life, someone else's life. What's happening to me?? I can feel their pain. The burns. The cuts. It's tearing me apart along with them. This...this can't be happening...I'm making this up...none of this is real...my head..no, my soul it feels like it's going to explode. I open my eyes, I see blood...my blood? I feel the blood on my face. I'm crying blood. Everything looks hazy.... like looking through a fog.
I sit up, I've put my hands to the sides of my head trying to match the pressure in my head. I look at Creed and I see his mind. No....not his mind....his soul. His true inner most being. I see people...so many people, so many faces, screams, blood so much blood. Their eyes, they are pleading for their lives...begging mercy...this man knows no mercy. None was ever given so he gives not.
Only pain.
The pain makes him feel.
All the death. All the pain...I FEEL it. I taste it. It's like I'm there. All of it at once. All the families, all the friends, the pain and the hatred caused by Creed. The death. How he reveled in it. All of it at once.
Too much pain, too much hate, too much everything. I'm falling into a darkness I can't push away. I vaguely hear Sabretooth say something. Nonononono....no more sounds, no more pain, brain overloading...too much everything...I black out. I won't wake up for hours. My sleep will be filled with the memories, the pain. No rest.
All the souls taken........and I can't do anything to help them.......
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The explosion rocked the truck pretty hard. I heard her cry out and thought she had been hit with debris. Then she sat back up. I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. She was holding her head and blood was streaming out of her eyes...tears of blood.
She looked at me and screamed...her eyes shut tight again. She was chanting over and over again, nonononononono....too much...too much........pain.... Then she blacked out. She stopped screaming but I could hear her moving around still. Nightmares. Whatever she was seeing wasn't going to leave her alone, not even in sleep.
I looked out the mirror again, this time behind us. There was still one car chasing us. I checked the gas gauge. Quarter of a tank. Not much gonna be left soon at this speed. Boy, what I wouldn't give for Scarlet Witch and her Hex Bolts right about now.
I looked as far ahead as I could in the dense brush and saw a road carved along the side of cliff. I turned as sharp as I could onto it and didn't look back. The truck barley fit on this tiny road. Heh, more like a sidewalk than a road. ~ What was it that she said once? Beggars can't be choosers? Yeah well, we'll see who the beggars really are in a minute or two here. ~ A wicked grin. ~ This is going to be fun. ~
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(Some time later, in a small damp cave......)
I feel water....water on my face, cooling, comforting.....my body is so hot, I feel like I'm on fire. I take a deep breath, tried to clear my head a little and tentatively opened one eye. If I had had the strength to scream, I would have. Instead I just closed my eye, took another deep breath, and opened both eyes this time. Nope. Still there. Big, looming, smelly, ugly, dirty.....smiling? Sabretooth. I got an eyeful of yellowed fangs.
~ Man this dude really needs to learn how to use a toothbrush. And soap. And a washing machine. And his heart. ~
His heart.
The thought brought back the memories of a few hours before...before I blacked out, before I saw his soul...his innermost being...before I felt that if I didn't do something, I was going to be sucked into his mind and would never be able to get out again. I shuddered and sat up, or tried to anyways. My arms were to tired and heavy for me to lift.
Since I couldn't move I decided to speak. And I chose the most intelligent words I could have ever learned in my lifetime:
"Wha...?"
Ok, so I didn't mean the most intelligent words, I mean the most intelligent word. Whatever.
"Ya blacked out in the truck, remember?"
"Yeah," I tried to sit up again and this time he helps me. I give him a wary look.
"No, I'm not going to rip your lungs out, if that is what you're thinking," he said, noticing my expression.
Ah, the sweet feeling of partial relief. He hands me a curved piece of bark with water in it. I drank gratefully.
"Although I should, considering all the trouble you've been."
He said this grinning. All minute traces of relief vanish as his mind...correction...his SOUL is once again opened to me and I see the many -- not one -- ways of painfully extracting ones lungs.
More pain, more hate, more souls, lost to this man. The domino effects of his actions on family and friends, how they turned on one another because of gossip, because they thought they were avenging their loved ones.
Again. The cycle rewinds itself with a new set of people . . . Over and over again.
I begin to cry again.
These are things I shouldn't know, can't possibly know.
The number of dead climbs higher and higher, it hasn't stopped yet and it isn't going to stop any time soon.
Now, not just images, not just the acknowledgment of the pain, grief, and hate. . .
Real pain,
Real grief,
Real hate,
Almost like I'm there, like I'm the one killing all those people myself. . . and at the same time, I'm the one grieving for the dead.
Too much, too much. . . Creed, he's been saying something all this time. I can't hear him over the screams in my head. I cover my face with my hands and cry harder.
He pulls my hands from my face. . . they are covered in blood.
My blood, their blood, his blood? I can't tell the difference any more.
I can't make it stop!!
"Make it stop! Make it stop. . . please....make it stop....."
I should get away from him, his soul is what is tainting mine, but I have no strength left.
I collapse in his arms instead, still crying for lost souls, in pain, in grief. As he hesitantly puts his arm around me, one question lingers in the back of my mind:
~ Why wasn't I there to save them? ~
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(Many, many, hours later...)
~ Hope the pup wakes up soon.... those nightmares are gettin' violent. That last kick hurt. ~ Victor had been sitting besides her while she slept again, and as her nightmares increased, so did her trashing about. She kicked him in the kidneys this time. He wasn't really thinking about the slight pain though. He was trying to figure out why her powers -- or whatever it is that was happening to her -- decided to kick in now of all times.
It couldn't possibly be a psychic attack of some kind.... she had mental shields almost as good as he did... It was all too confusing.
He thought back to when he first met her at the compound:
^ "Well, well, well... Sabretooth! Get over here!" The General was yelling at me again. Idiot was going to get his some day.
"What?" "Look what the boys brought in for ya. A play mate." The smell of fresh blood and scorched flesh filled my nostrils, three soldiers were dragging a limp but still living body into the compound. The scent was mostly covered by blood but I could tell it was female. Most of her clothes had been burnt off, and there was only a few strands of hair left on her head. Couldn't tell what color it was...too burnt.
"Here." The General slapped a thin file to my chest. I opened it as they put the girl on a lab table and proceeded to clamp her arms and legs down in metal casings.
"Read this. Watch her, make sure she don't kill herself or something."
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KNOWN ALIAS: JESSICA VERA DeCARR
DOB: UNKNOWN
PLACE OF BIRTH: UNKNOWN
WEIGHT: 113 LBS.
HEIGHT: 5 FEET 6 INCHES
HAIR COLOR: VARIABLE, NATURALY DARK BROWN
EYE COLOR: VARIABLE, NATURALY BRIGHT GREEN
SKIN COLOR: VARIABLE, NATURALY DARK OLIVE
ESTIMATED AGE: 465 YEARS
CURRENT ADDRESS: 34 SOUTH GRASON ST. SHADE TOWN, TEXAS.
FIGHTING SKILLS
EXTREAMLY WELL SCHOOLED IN THE FOLLOWING:
JUDO, JUTISU, TAEKWON-DO, KUNG-FU, KICK BOXING, STREET FIGHTING, SWORDSMANSHIP.
VARIOUS WEAPONRY: GUNS, BOMBS, WHIPS, DAGGERS, STICKS.
AQUINTANCES:
Sara Garza
Michael Gruen
Melissa Jon
Kim Kong
Judie McLoar
Tom McLoar
Quinn McLoar
Gerald McKinsie
Darrel Smyth
pg 2
MUTANT HAS BEEN OBSERVED FREQUINTING THE FOLLOWING:
The Old Record Shop
Denny's
Gran's B-B-Que
Jake's Chop Shop
Dan's Bar
Whorehouse Bar
Ice House
Town Library
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"This all you have on her?"
"Hey, give us some credit, she's a tough chick to find. We're lucky to have found her this time around. We've been lookin' for her for a few months now. Every time we got close to nabbin' her, she lit outta wherever she was."
I looked down at the stumpy General. He was a good fighter, considering his stature, but we both knew he was no match for me. I knew he was afraid of me. I could always smell it. But there was something else that always over- powered the fear. Hate. Disgust. Like I was as fun to look at as gum sticking to his shoe.
I guess I can't blame him. I'd killed my share of his men in countless attemps of escape. They always had some new trick up their sleeves though. Like they WANTED me to try and escape, so they could try out their new toys. Last time it was a super high voltage stun gun right at the base of my skull. I was out for two days.
While I was out, they decided they were tired of chasing me around the compound. Now I have a nice little adamantium protected computer chip in my brain. They can turn me from the imposing killer to a helpless, writhing heap on the floor with the push of a button. And don't think I haven't tried to get it out. But adamantium is adamantium.
Not that big a deal anyway. I do what they tell me, I get to kill. For now, this suits me. I don't have to go looking for someone to kill, they do all that work for me. Just point and I go.
"Right. Whatever. Does she have healing factor?"
"Not that we've observed."
"What are her powers then? This "file" doesn't have them listed."
"We don't know."
"What?" Not really a question. More an accusation.
"We. Don't. Know. How hard is that?"
I glared at him
"You brought in a mutant and you don't know what she can do?"
My last question/statement was met with silence. It figured. These idiots are just here to have fun. I can't believe this. For all any of us know, she could be a telepath, feral, elemental, molecular or all of the above.
"Don't give me that look. She's dangerous. We brought her in. She will heal and we will see what she can do. Are we clear, Sabretooth?"
"Perfectly." "Good. Now, you have your orders. Stay here. Someone will be in later to start an IV."
With that the General turned and left through the still open door. He closed and locked it behind him. Not that a lock would stop me much, must be for the girl. ~ Though from the looks of it, she ain't going anywhere anytime soon. ~
I walked over to the side of the table and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and her breath was labored. More of her hair had fallen out while the guards were locking her to the table. I tried picking some up. It crumbled into ashes at my touch.
When I looked back at her face, her eyes were open. Bright green eyes. Unnaturally bright. Like there was a light shining behind them. She didn't look at me with fear, hate, or distrust. In fact, she wasn't looking at me at all. She was looking straight up at the ceiling.
I waved my hand in front of her eyes. Nothing. Her eyes didn't move. Her scent didn't change. I checked her pulse. Going awfully strong for someone who had just had their entire body scorched.
I looked at her eyes again. They seemed to be glowing brighter. As I watched, her eyes became completely white. Then the glow spread to her body.
Just as the glowing had come, it left. Seeping back towards her eyes. Leaving a perfectly healed, brown haired girl on the table. ^
A scream pulled me out of my memories. The girl was sitting straight up on the make-shift bed. Her bright eyes wide, breathing hard. I sat in front of her and held her face in my hands. She wasn't really looking at me, she was looking past... through me. Must still be in a nightmare.
"Com'on kid, wake up, for chrissake." Her eyes slowly came into focus. She smiled at me then.
"I made it stop."
I blinked. I wasn't expecting her to be that lucid.
"Good. How?"
"I left everything here and found this totally isolated place. No souls there to look at. Just me and the quiet. Nothing to hear, feel, or see. Just me. I built up walls in my mind, to keep everyone out."
I let go of her face. "Do you know how long you were asleep?"
"No.....no time in that place."
"Ok, You've been asleep for the last 6 hours. I figure that by now you have to be hungry."
"Yes."
"We can't risk being seen right now. You stay here and I'm going to find something. Don't go anywhere, do you understand me?"
"Of course, darling." A playful grin.
Growling, "Don't call me that again."
"Whatever you say, Sabie."
I glared at her long and hard. She just smiled a goofy smile back. I growled again and left. She better be back to normal by the time I get back.
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Victor left me to myself in search of something edible. Knowing him he'd find a nice piece of fresh meat.
~ I hope he has the good sense to COOK it. ~
I was feeling better this time around and decided to try out my legs and see if they worked.
They worked.
Yay.
Now what?
I looked around the small cave. Not much to see. Didn't look like a place Creed had been in before. But then again, what do I know about his house cleaning habits? For all I know, he scours the places he stays in with steam and acid before he leaves. Acid? Where did that come from? You can't use acid... everything would melt.
Huh. Maybe my body is working, but my mind sure isn't.
I sat back down and had another drink of water.
~ Why is being so, dare I think it? Nice to me? I don't get it. Argh... so much stuff I don't understand but I feel like I SHOULD understand it. ~ I looked up and asked anyone who was listening: Why me?
That stupid question that everyone asks at one point in time in their life. Why Me. Why indeed? Why can't we just accept the fact that we are not immortal and we can't just go around asking "Why" hoping that someone will change our destinies for us.
Ack. When did I get so philosophical? Must be an after-effect of the noggin-boppin'.
Whhaaa.....???? Noggin? Boppin'? Nobody uses those words anymore! Not since.... hummm.... when did they stop using noggin?? 2003?? That sounds almost right. What year was it now again? Geez... I must be losing my mind. I can't remember what year it is.
What year did Victor start chasing me around the world?
I grimaced at the phrase. Made it sound like I was playing hard to get with some boy vying for my affections.
Yuck. Double Yuck. YUCK!
2009?? I think that's when he started hunting me. So that would make it.... 2012 now. Yup. The year is 2012.
Now. What month is it??
Victor came back then. Carrying some dead skinless thing. I think it was a rabbit. I breathed through my mouth so I wouldn't smell the blood. I had been doing this for some time when I looked down at my shirt.
It was covered in streams of blood.
Whhaaa???? (My Favorite Word Today)
Since I didn't seem to be communicating well with my mind, I voiced my half- word of the day.
"Whhaaa????" I feel like such a dork.
He looked up at me. Waiting. I pointed to the blood on me.
"Yours."
Well. As if I hadn't already figured THAT one out!!
I gave him my best "gee, ya think?" look and waited.
He breathed heavily and told me that I had been crying blood.
WHAT?!! (Ha! There! I finished the word! Back to the story)
I am quite sure my face was reflecting my current thoughts at the moment because he shrugged and told me that he just plain didn't know. And quite frankly, I don't think he cared that much.
"Well fine. Be that way." I stuck my tongue out at him when he wasn't looking.
I think he knew.
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We ate in a thick silence. Guess she was mad at me. More than usual I mean.
She spent the rest of the night glaring at me. Her eyes glowed in the darkness. If I were a lesser man I would be scared. I SHOULD be scared. Nobody knows what she can do. SHE doesn't know what she can do.
It's scary. I can't believe I'm admitting that I'm scared of her. Even after all this. Something about her radiates power. The fact that was I wasn't scared of her before seems somehow.... wrong.
Like she could rip my heart out before I could blink and here I was just toying with her.
Weird. Ever since she blacked out and was having all those nightmares, something changed about her. Maybe it's her powers coming into play. I dunno.
Should I risk asking what was going on? Or would it just start the cycle again? I looked at her again. She had finished eating was laying on her side, comfortable. Like even she knew she was different.
I know she stuck her tongue out at me. I didn't say anything. I'm not sure why though....
Man, this pup is really strange.
"What name ya goin' by now?" Did I really open my mouth after all that?
"Don't know. I used Helen last time. I'm thinking some new-age or punk name this time around. What do you think?"
She didn't sound upset anymore... geez, women and their stupid mood swings.
"New-Age is a good choice. So many of the women in the last few years went crazy with the names, I don't anybody would blink if you called yourself Lime."
She gave me one of those "men are so stupid" looks. ~ Well, She asked. ~
I will NEVER understand women.
She sat there thinking in silence for a while. I took the time to build up the fire I had made outside again. I had put rocks around it, and inside it. We couldn't have a fire inside and it was going to get cold tonight. We'd need something to keep us warm since no one seemed to have thought of bringing a blanket.
"Emerald."
I hadn't even fully stepped into the cave again when she said it.
"What?"
"My new name, Emerald. Em for short." I shrugged. I didn't really care. I had started to go back outside just to get away from her for a while, but she wasn't done talking. I sighed and went back inside.
This could turn into a very long night.
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~ Argh! Men can be SO stupid sometimes. Here I am, trying to be civil to a guy who would sooner kill me than talk about aliases and he does something like that! I will NEVER for the life of me, understand men. ~
"We need to figure out where we're going after this. We can't stay here forever, " He gave me one of those looks. I gave him a look back. "Mostly, I'm thinking, outta state. Maybe.... Texas? It's a big state."
"And since ya seem ta think yer in control here, how ya want to go about gettin' there?"
I smiled at him. Maybe he wasn't so dumb after all. I mean, he DID figure out that I was now in control of this "vacation".
"Motorcycle." I'm not sure but I think his eyes were glowing brighter than they were a minute ago. Weird.
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"WOOHOO!!!!!!! YEAH!!!! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!! WOOOO..... VICTOR! YA GOTTA TRY THIS THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I just looked at her dumbstruck. She had asked the kid at the shop about taking the race bike out for a 'spin'.
He and I stood there looking at her dumbstruck. He had tried to tell her that this machine went over 200 MPH in first gear and that he wasn't sure she could handle it, being so small and all, but she insisted that she would be fine. Finally -- though reluctantly -- giving in, he and I rolled it outta the shop and she immediately hopped on.
Then she immediately tore outta there.
That was an hour ago.
And we've been watching her ever since.
This was a really high priced shop that had their own "race track" for testing out the faster bikes they had in stock.
Apparently, no one ever had thought about someone actually USING the track. I'm pretty sure that some of the track had melted by how fast she was going. That girl -- EMERALD, I reminded myself -- sure knew how to handle herself on that 'cycle.
"How much gas did you say that thing had?" I had to yell at the kid a few times before he heard me over the rumble of the motorcycle.
"Full Tank." I nodded, that's what I thought he'd said.
He continued to watch Emerald in amazement and absent-mindly asked if I knew how long she could last.
I absently-mindly told him I didn't have a frickin' clue.
After a few more minutes of watching Emerald go around in dizzy-ing circles I told the kid to start figurin' out the bill for this, an identical cycle, and gear for both of us. He nodded dumbly and I had to prod him back towards the shop.
After another hour of negotiating the price and filling out forms, Emerald FINALLY came back in. She was red-faced, sweating, and smiling. She fell into the chair next to me and asked what was up.
I told her that the cycle was hers, and immediatly wished I had a wall between us.
She HUGGED me.
The flammin' broad HUGGED me! Then she started jumping around and giggling like a two year old and saying "thankyouthankyouthankyou!!" like she was on speed or something.
I muttered a few rude things that she didn't hear and dragged her outta there.
I checked the tank in her cycle and found it was almost empty. My cycle had half a tank.
We rolled them to the back of the parking lot to fill up. Then we took to the road and stocked up on some supplies for the trip. After that we rode in silence.
I had a feeling that Emerald thought we were just going to keep moving around like this.
But I knew that I had to take her back. They knew she was with me by now. They had to. If I didn't take her back, they would send someone else to pick us BOTH up. And the pain of the implant in my brain wasn't something I wanted to relive at the moment.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye. She was so happy looking. I'd never really seen her happy.
I sighed and mentally kicked myself in the rear and began to think of a plan.
~ If I can get her back without her recognizing the area..... ~ Victor Creed smiled an evil smile.
Yes, this plan was going to work.
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Well, now that we have established that my OC is not a feral, but more of a psychic type (please be informed that she can't see minds, per se, but SOULS) at this time, reviews would be MUCH called for. So review, dang it! lol.
*evil laughter* heheh!! Now that I (hopfully!) have your undivided attention with this chapter.... REVIEW!! PLEASE!! I must have constructive reviews! "What's going on with Sabie?? Why the change in heart with Emerald?? WHAT THE HECK ARE YA DOING TO MY MIND??!!" and other reviews are exceptable.
And I apologize a thousand times over about taking so dang long to get this chapter finished. Really, I'm sorry! I hope I can figure out what to do in the next chapter soon.... I'm having a VERY bad case of writers block at the moment. *starts to back away from angry readers* But really, I'm trying my best here *starts to run away from VERY angry readers*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!! I CAN'T WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER IF I'M DEAD!" *opens eyes to see that the mob of readers chasing her are now wandering around aimlessly* Whew! Glad THAT'S over with!
SEE YA!!! ~ Furry Elf
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