© Autumn Raine
A/N: :D! I was so happy with the reviews I got for people who wanna be in it! ::does a little dance:: All those chars are great and they're all gonna be in it. ::insane cackle, cough::..Urm..Anyway...Here we go!
Oh, that other fic I'm working on "New Mutant Detected..." Don't worry, didn't forget about that one.
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Howdy, ya'll! Welcome to the Farm!
A rather tall, burly Irish man stepped out from a haulted train; large, muscular arms swaying gently at his sides as he walked to the last car. A hand wrapped it's blunt, calused fingers about the metal bar and with ease, it swung open; revealing it's dark, and hardly filled inside.
Sitting on the floor, a set of white eyes with a mop of messy navy blue hair looked curiously up to the man; her pale face tilting to the side. Arms were across her chest as that dark, and ripping straight jacket pulled that way. "Nice ride, could we do it again sometime?"
"Ehh.." The man motioned to a near young man who hurried his way over to the car.
"Yes, sir?" The younger man looked up to him.
"I like your t-shirt, can I have one? I'd like one. I really would. Really really would." The girl said quickly, a bit of a song twisting with her words and voice. White eyes looked to the boy's shirt which read, "Mutant Farm" in nice, bold letters with a tiny little rope that crossed the "t's". Along the bottom it said, "Come down to the farm!". Her image began to fade as she continued to ramble to herself, "Colin..you wanna tee-shirt? What do you mean she won't let us have one!? It's not her choice! It's not! Oh, you feel that? Kinda hot, pretty hot. You think we'll go swimming?.."
"Where do you find these people?" The boy blinked, a bit hesitant to see what other kinds of mutants he brought along with her.
"Around..." The man began slamming his hand on the car's door, the car seeming to shake on it's iron tracks as he continued to pound at the thing. His Irish accent rung out inside of the car, echoing as it bounced off the metal walls. "Git yer arses outta there! Git out! Git out!"
"No need to yell..." Another girl scrammbled to the ground, her voice having a bit of an Irish ring to it as well.
"Irish people...everywhere...I'm irish too. No just kidding. What?! Are you making fun of me Colin! Stop it!" Her image returned as she was kicking at the air infront of her.
Brown hair came down over passed her ears as she stood back up on her feet, coming to a mere 4'11''. Fingertips fixed the wire-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose; bright brown eyes looking down to the burly man and the boy. "Al'right, al'right. Now what'do'ya want to do?"
She placed her hands on her small waist, but the husky man grabbed one of her hands; pulling her off and down of the car. The boy helped as well, and grabbed the kicking and frantic girl. But, he didn't do to well and ended up throwing her off of the car.
Searching the rest of the car, the boy looked down, horrified, to the blue skinned girl. Stummbling a bit as he backed up towards the opening, she followed with him; her long shirt gently blowing over her thin body from the summer's breeze that whipped about the Farm. The boy jumped out of the car, and looked up to his "boss"; his voice cracking and stuttering, "What..What the h-hell did you bring this time!?"
"Well, my lad, I thought it'd be quite the gander for virgin eyes to see the sea blue skin on that girl. Different eye colours aren't the thing anymore. Gotta please the costumers, my lad. Key to business." He chuckled, his maroon tee-shirt moving with his husky chest as he puffed with laughter and air.
"Room service! Room Service!" The white eyed, blue haired girl cried out; but she was only met with cold steel against her stomach which caused her to gasp and fall to the ground.
"Chuck! Gawd darnit, ya know ya can't 've 'em all peppy from the train ride! Now, git'em to the stables."He jabbed, yet missed, the girl on the floor again as she was scrambling back up on her feet. Fat cheeks puffed as stubby hands wiped over his sun-burned, red face; pale blue eyes red from exhastion and stress. It was Edward McCain, the owner of the Farm. He defined the stereotype of your typical Redneck farmer; faded, jean overalls, "Hooters" baseball cap, and a XXL t-shirt that was cut and torn into a tank....food and drink stains giving it a bit of his 'own' look.
Chuck, the Irish man, nodded; and rounded up the three girl to go towards the "stables." The boy also helped by tying rope about their hands that were placed behind two of their backs. Another rope linked the two together, then the rope was tied to the one in the straight jacket; looping it through one of the buckles in the back.
"Do we get to seesome ponies?" White eyes looked up towards the boy.
"Umm...sure?" He replied, a brow raising.
"Hey, lad! What did I say 'bout talking back to 'em, Billy?" Chuck demanded, shoving the three girls onto a tracker this time.
"Oh..." He nodded and closed the pick-up-trucks' door behind the three girls after Chuck had jumped out.
Chuck quickly hopped into the driver's seat of the old truck, and reved the engine. Billy as well went into the truck, having his seat in the passenger's side. Pressing on the gas, dirt clouded behind them as they drove up the path towards the "Stables." Which, in reality, weren't really stables. Yet, just the 'cute' little name they called the place were they were branded, registered, and, basically gave up their whole idenity. Their lives would be the Farm, nothing more than the Farm. Only the Farm were willing to except them into the Human's world; no way in God's bounty earth were there to be Devilish Mutants over ruling God's creatures.
"Oh! Car ride! Car rides are fun...yup yup yup..fun fun fun!" She squirmed about in the back.
Ignoring the squirming girl, brown framed eyes looked up to the sign hanging above a red barn, 'The Stables'. Forcing a sigh, she looked to the blue skinned girl who was next to her. Laughing softly, and almost timidly, she spoke softly; "Well, seems like we're gonna be roomies, huh?"
Ruby eyes looked to the girl, yellow pupils almost seeming like tiny, pin sized dots from the blazing hot sun. "Yippee." Sarcasim obvious in her voice, and her gaze shifted to the shaking earth that passed below them as they approached the entrance of the Stables.
Sue had been standing in the Stables for over an hour, exhaustion pulling on her knees. The only thing that kept her awake was to keep playing with her bracelet's about her delicate wrists. The other thing that kept her from falling was the three other girls that were just coming in; curiousity was just pulling at her mind to see who and what they were.
"Sue...You can come in now.." A sweet voice called out from behind a curtain blocked room.
With a nod, Sue pulled back the curtain; blue eyes widening as she saw the needles, upon needles line the side of the room. Liquid bottles were lined up next to eachother, in numerical order. Colour coded strands of shiny metal tags dangled from the cabinet's above all the needles and bottles.
"Have a seat, dear." The young woman motioned to a table, that was cushioned and lined with paper; much like a doctor's table.
Sue hesitantly followed her instructions, and had her seat up on the table. Legs dangled over the sides as fingertips tightly gripped at the paper lined cushions.
The young woman in her white lab coat, stood infront of her; and motioned Sue's chin up with a gloved finger. Soft, green eyes looked to Sue's; strands of her golden brown hair dangling over her framed glasses. "Aww, Sue. You're a beautiful girl. How could someone like you be such a beast inside."
I'm not a beast! You are! She felt like screaming out to this woman who she and this..Farm.. were treating her as if she were almost....some dirty animal. "T-Thank you." She said lowly.
The woman just smiled, and went over to the side of the room; hands doing their work with needles and bottles. Walking back to Sue, she injected a bit of the syrup into Sue's arm. "This is implanting a small chip into your skin." She wiped it over with a cotton ball. "It will find it's way to your brain through your blood stream, and then it will implant it's self among fatty tissue." She then picked up another needle. Accept, this time, it looked much like a Tatooing Needle they use in Tatoo Parlors; black ink dribbling loosely from the tip. "Now, relax; pull up your sleeve, and turn your face if you don't want to watch."
Pulling up her sleeve, Sue watched at the woman placed the needle on her soft skin. The tip felt like it was fire, burning it'self over and over again on her skin. Soon, numbers and lines began to show over her peachy complextion. "Well then, 93727 ' dash ' 04. I'm done."
"...My name's Sue.." She blinked, looking at the woman a bit oddly.
"No, 93727-04; I'm afraid not. But, we could call you Star if you'd like?" She placed a piece of guaze and tape over the numbers and barcode over her shoulder.
This is not my name...She insisted in her mind, not wanting to give up her name, herself, her life...
"Well then, Star, I should be seeing you again. You'll be getting your tattoo added to the data-base, along with your picture. You should be ready to be in the "Petting Zoo" in no time." The woman smiled, and showed her out. "Oh! Don't forget your outfit!" She held up her outfit.
Relutantly, Sue, or Star, or 93724-04...took the navy blue outfit and walked out of the room. Blue eyes looked down to the three girls, one hand holding at her gauzed shoulder and the other holding her clothes close to her.
But her moment with the girls was torn as a guard took his petal bat and tapped her in her direction down the hall. Once more, she relectantly followed the orders; and returned back to her room with Alana. Blue eyes swelled with tears as she walked over to her own matress, and looked up to Alana who appeared out of a dark corner near by. "I can't stay here, Alana...I can't..."
"No one does, Sue, no one."
Tears streamed down over her cheeks. "My name's Star! 93727-04! Not Sue!" She cried, hiding her tear covered face in her hands.
"Howdy, Star. Ah'm Floating Darkness, 460309-26. Welcome to the Farm." Alana's voice became a bit sullen, and different. She sounded like the first time Sue had met her; sad, yet loud, and most of all, afraid.
Sue blinked, looking up to her friend with tears. What's wrong with these people? What have they done to us?
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A/N: So, you like? Please R+R. Makes me feel so loved!
I just briefly introduced three of the other cool, original characters of the "Farm" sent in my my lovely reviewers! You rock! xD! So far I have two more to introduce as well next chapter, but those will come along once I get like, one or two more because I wanted to bring in more. But that guy one, Darren, which I'm so thankful for! ( Or else this Farm would be running with girls, which, might not be a bad thing for the guy...lol ) Anyway...He's going to have his own blurb because he's..well..you have to see! D! Bwuah ha ha! I'm evul aren't I? ::cackle, cough:: x.z;
Anyway...I hope you like it so far, there will be another chapter on the three, which is the next, with their turn in the Stables and a little bit of what happens after that. Then another with the newer ones. So expect the next two chapters in a few days. DOUBLE ISSUE! Hehe. So...Stay tuned! :D!