Chapter Six: Violetta
Pyro looked at Logan strangely, like as if he suddenly remembered something from long ago.
"My mother's name was Natasha." He whispered.
Logan shrugged a little as he continued to look at the chambers. "She was taken away too right?"
Pyro shook his head. "No, she just said she would come back soon. And she neva came back. I didn't know she was some freak's assistant."
Remy and Lance just watched the two. Suddenly, faint footsteps came to the echoes. Their heads swiftly turned to whichever direction the noise came from and ducked.
"And you are right, young man." Said a deep dark voice.
Logan quickly stood up, remembering the voice. "Mayberry."
Pyro, Lance, and Remy stood up trying to recognize the face of the doctor. But it seemed strange. He didn't really look like a gentleman or a psychopath. His face was torn, burnt and somewhat of a mixture of regular skin color and green. His eyes were unbalanced but still normal color. His hands were raw and redden, while his legs were completely skinned off and cut.
Logan blinked several times to see if his eyes were deceiving him. "What in the world did you do to yourself?"
A crackling laughter came from Mayberry as he took a last step forward, stumbling.
"The perfect weapon indeed. Weapon Meteor X26 was a perfect weapon. She caused this to me." He paused to laugh. "An explosion occurred; glass was blasted off of their places and thrown into my skin. A fire near the only available exit nearly turned me into a crispy pile of ash. But I discovered something brilliant. I too am I mutant. A zombie like mutant that could last forever with even the most deadliest of primary or secondary succession. What you see before you, is something the most powerful weapon in the entire universe did."
Pyro stepped forward enough to see the zombie clearly. "What happened to my mother!?"
Mayberry's thin and unorganized eyebrow went up in interest. "Oh so you were Natasha's son. The one she would always bitch about."
Pyro froze, not knowing what to say.
"Yes, she would always talk about you. How you would do good in school, or what you've done bad. She would even talk about how handsome you were and how proud she is. I grew tired of her constant babbling."
Logan arched an eyebrow. "But you would always agree. You always said you knew her son."
Mayberry cackled again as a piece of his skin on his leg ripped off, slipping to the ground. "Oh no, I never met the young man until now. And she said your name was John right? St. John Allerdyce."
There was a sudden silence. Lance just stood still as Remy did, hoping there would be a fight so he could find Timber and get out.
"She never mentioned you were stubborn." He said with a smirk.
"Did you kill her?" Pyro whispered, his voice cracking.
Mayberry laughed even more and turned around, shaking his head sternly. "No, Mr. Allerdyce. It's a surprise I didn't. But I was planning to. But. I do know who committed the crime."
Pyro stood his ground carefully.
"Would you like to know?" asked Mayberry.
"Sure."
Mayberry turned to his left and pointed at a darkened chamber. Suddenly, a light flickered on revealing a familiar girl with floating brown hair with black wings surrounding her. Her feet were wrapped around by large wires, along with her hands.
"It was Meteor X26." Replied Mayberry with a mischievous smile.
Lance's eyes widened as he ran up to the chamber full of purple liquid where the girl floated. He sharply turned to the doctor and narrowed his eyes dangerously on him.
"My sister is the most dangerous weapon?! You bastard!"
Mayberry laughed. "Aw, no need for the fowl language young man." Mayberry quickly stopped and eyed Lance carefully. "Did you just say, 'my sister'?"
Lance tried to control his powers as he felt an adrenaline rush. "Yeah. You gotta' problem?"
The zombie doctor started for Lance, stumbling the whole time. "You must be the earth manipulation mutant. Oh how much I wanted to capture you and put you in these tanks. You would've been good for our research. You might have even helped boost our project farther."
Mayberry quickly kicked Lance away and turned to the chamber with a scowl.
"But it's too late now. This weapon is my ticket to become the ruler. Better than that mutant that is said to become ruler of the planet itself. All I have to do...."
As the doctor reached for a switch nearby, Logan jumped towards him and gave him a slash in the back with his metal claws. Mayberry stumbled to the side a little, but suffered no damage besides the slashes. He mumbled something under his breath and pulled the switch. Remy quickly picked a card from his coat pocket then threw it at the doctor. Swiftly, the zombie snatched the card, folded it in his hand. Letting it turn into ashes without exploding right in his hands. Remy leaped back to stand in the background just in case. Logan, and Lance were attacking while Pyro was racing over to the chamber. He knocked on the chamber hoping to get an answer.
"C'mon, Timber. Answer me."
She remained still. Pyro turned to where the fight was occurring and saw they were heading into the meeting room to fight. He was glad he got a chance to be alone with her, just to maybe try and wake her up.
"Timber, we're gonna get ya' outta' here. Just answer me."
Suddenly, her eyes opened and gazed around like she was lost. Her silvery eyes met with Pyro's and her apathy look changed dramatically to a desperate look.
"Pyro! Please, get me out!! I don't like it here!! GET ME OUT!!!"
Timber struggled hard and with each pull, she felt a shock in her nerves making her more tired than usual. Pyro backed up and gave the chamber a tough kick, making it crack. When the chamber's glass broke open, Timber was already too tired to get up herself. Pyro quickly caught her in his arms and sat down on the ground, still holding her. She panted hard and sat up, still looking down. Purple liquid was everywhere along with the withered wires still connected to her wrists and ankles. She looked down at herself and saw that she was only wearing a black tube-top and her black baggy jeans which were now soaked. Timber then moved her eyes up and saw Pyro gazing at her, waiting for an answer that she was alright. Instead of saying something, Timber quickly thrusted herself to him. Holding his neck gently with her arms as her head rested on his shoulder.
"Thank you so much." She whispered in his ear.
Pyro didn't move. He felt so comfortable in that position. He looked down at Timber as she gasped for air and felt cold and tired. He wondered what Mayberry did to her. He was actually more than wondering. For once, he felt so close to someone besides his family.
Just several minutes later, Logan came back panting, tired from their fight. He looked at Pyro strangely as he continued to hold Timber close on the floor.
"C'mon. Remy and Lance are waiting outside for us." He responded hastily.
He stood up with Timber still. "But whadda 'bout that doctor?"
"Screw him. We stuck him in a chamber and filled it up with some laughing gas."
Pyro shrugged and ran out of the facility with Logan and Timber in his arms. She was still panting hard with her eyes tightly shut as if she was having a nightmare. Pyro moved his attention from the long tunnel trail and looked at Timber.
"Johnny, look out for the smoke pipe!" called Logan.
Pyro quickly looked up. "Huh?" and the next thing he knew, something met along with his ankle. He collapsed, making Timber fly over to the right towards a cliff leading to the dead body facility room. Pyro cringed, holding his ankle tight hoping to numb it. He looked up to see if Logan could help, but he was already around the corner. His eyes wandered over to the cliff and saw Timber now crying with her hair spread out across her neck. He looked down and saw her arm, now bleeding from the smoke pipe's wires. He stood up stumbling then fell back down, this time right next to Timber. Her eyes were still shut tight but this time with tears slowing flowing down.
"Timber, I'm right here okay?" he whispered with a painful smile.
Timber nodded and reached her hand out aimlessly to find him. She felt so stupid but it was the only way. Pyro felt her cold damp hands on his neck and she slowly opened her eyes enough to see him. He looked at her worryingly as her eyes were shining with hope.
"I know everything now. I remember everything. And it's all because of you." She whispered back.
Her voice cracked a little as she cringed again. He scooted up a little, just enough to help her up. Timber was now sitting up and stumbling to get up. She looked down to Pyro and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up with all the extra strength she had.
"I .. can't get up." He said.
Timber sighed and looked behind herself at her black wings. She narrowed her eyes on them and started pulling Pyro again.
"Get up." She mumbled.
"I can't. Just get going. I'll havta get up sometime." He responded.
Timber gritted her teeth displeasingly. "And that time is now. Get up."
"Well can I help it if I can't get up thanks to that bloody pipe!?"
She jerked hard. "Stop being a pussy and get the hell up!!" Timber jerked hard again, making Pyro stumble quickly up onto his feet. After a couple seconds, Pyro's ankle turned to the side, making him fall onto Timber. She stepped backwards a little but still managed to hold onto Pyro.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, still crying.
Pyro opened his eyes and saw Timber's wings up close. He arched an eyebrow and closed his eyes again.
"Let's just get going."
When Timber tried to move, she quickly came to stop making Pyro jerk forward a little. He lashed around and saw several fires starting towards several explosives. Timber's eyes widened quickly as she continued to cry.
"We're gonna die here!" she screamed.
Pyro shook his head quickly. "Oh, no we're not. I'm not dyin' in some creepy place like this!"
He backed up and stood in front of Timber, holding her shoulders tight to keep straight.
"Since ya' can walk betta than me, ya' havta go first." He suggested.
Timber shook her head. "That's not very fair you know."
"I know that. But I'll just slow ya' down and we'll both die here."
"I'm not leaving you behind. It's just not right."
"Well, I got ya' into this mess and you're gonna get out before me."
"Will you stop being so heroic and get going!?"
Timber's eyes and voice came sharp like knifes against Pyro. But he still kept to his word. His decision was made.
"Timber, listen. I'm pretty damn sure that Lance would want ya' alive more than me."
"You're mother would want ya' alive too."
"And how the 'ell would ya' know that?!"
"Because I know!"
"Just because ya' were the last one ta talk to her doesn't mean shit! Now get goin'!"
Timber and Pyro stared at each other evilly. Finally, Timber gave up. She knew she couldn't win against someone like St. John Allerdyce.
"Fine. But promise me you're going to be safe."
Pyro just arched an eyebrow. He didn't say anything since he knew he couldn't promise anything. He couldn't predict whether or not he was going to parish here. He looked back up at Timber as she ran off the way Logan went maybe ten minutes ago.
"Okay, it's just me now."
*********
On her way out, Timber felt a quick shiver go down her spine as if something was familiar. She slowly turned her head and saw Doctor Mayberry in a chamber staring at her coldly in a maniac sort of way. She swallow hard nervously and heard voices in her head, calling her name and telling her to come closer to the chamber.
"Violetta. Violetta let me out. Please?"
"Why?" she scowled.
"I'm sorry I kidnapped you. I just wanted to feel powerful. I never was. And now I figure that I never will."
The demented doctor's head dropped slowly with sorrow putting Timber on a guilt trip. Suddenly, she remembered something.
"How did you know my REAL name?"
The doctor nodded. "How could ever forget such a beautiful name? Your mother would call you that all the time, and over the years both you and your brother have forgotten."
Timber scowled again. "You know what Doctor Mayberry? Flattery won't work."
Quickly, Timber glided off reminding herself of her real name. Violetta Timberlee Alvers.
Pyro looked at Logan strangely, like as if he suddenly remembered something from long ago.
"My mother's name was Natasha." He whispered.
Logan shrugged a little as he continued to look at the chambers. "She was taken away too right?"
Pyro shook his head. "No, she just said she would come back soon. And she neva came back. I didn't know she was some freak's assistant."
Remy and Lance just watched the two. Suddenly, faint footsteps came to the echoes. Their heads swiftly turned to whichever direction the noise came from and ducked.
"And you are right, young man." Said a deep dark voice.
Logan quickly stood up, remembering the voice. "Mayberry."
Pyro, Lance, and Remy stood up trying to recognize the face of the doctor. But it seemed strange. He didn't really look like a gentleman or a psychopath. His face was torn, burnt and somewhat of a mixture of regular skin color and green. His eyes were unbalanced but still normal color. His hands were raw and redden, while his legs were completely skinned off and cut.
Logan blinked several times to see if his eyes were deceiving him. "What in the world did you do to yourself?"
A crackling laughter came from Mayberry as he took a last step forward, stumbling.
"The perfect weapon indeed. Weapon Meteor X26 was a perfect weapon. She caused this to me." He paused to laugh. "An explosion occurred; glass was blasted off of their places and thrown into my skin. A fire near the only available exit nearly turned me into a crispy pile of ash. But I discovered something brilliant. I too am I mutant. A zombie like mutant that could last forever with even the most deadliest of primary or secondary succession. What you see before you, is something the most powerful weapon in the entire universe did."
Pyro stepped forward enough to see the zombie clearly. "What happened to my mother!?"
Mayberry's thin and unorganized eyebrow went up in interest. "Oh so you were Natasha's son. The one she would always bitch about."
Pyro froze, not knowing what to say.
"Yes, she would always talk about you. How you would do good in school, or what you've done bad. She would even talk about how handsome you were and how proud she is. I grew tired of her constant babbling."
Logan arched an eyebrow. "But you would always agree. You always said you knew her son."
Mayberry cackled again as a piece of his skin on his leg ripped off, slipping to the ground. "Oh no, I never met the young man until now. And she said your name was John right? St. John Allerdyce."
There was a sudden silence. Lance just stood still as Remy did, hoping there would be a fight so he could find Timber and get out.
"She never mentioned you were stubborn." He said with a smirk.
"Did you kill her?" Pyro whispered, his voice cracking.
Mayberry laughed even more and turned around, shaking his head sternly. "No, Mr. Allerdyce. It's a surprise I didn't. But I was planning to. But. I do know who committed the crime."
Pyro stood his ground carefully.
"Would you like to know?" asked Mayberry.
"Sure."
Mayberry turned to his left and pointed at a darkened chamber. Suddenly, a light flickered on revealing a familiar girl with floating brown hair with black wings surrounding her. Her feet were wrapped around by large wires, along with her hands.
"It was Meteor X26." Replied Mayberry with a mischievous smile.
Lance's eyes widened as he ran up to the chamber full of purple liquid where the girl floated. He sharply turned to the doctor and narrowed his eyes dangerously on him.
"My sister is the most dangerous weapon?! You bastard!"
Mayberry laughed. "Aw, no need for the fowl language young man." Mayberry quickly stopped and eyed Lance carefully. "Did you just say, 'my sister'?"
Lance tried to control his powers as he felt an adrenaline rush. "Yeah. You gotta' problem?"
The zombie doctor started for Lance, stumbling the whole time. "You must be the earth manipulation mutant. Oh how much I wanted to capture you and put you in these tanks. You would've been good for our research. You might have even helped boost our project farther."
Mayberry quickly kicked Lance away and turned to the chamber with a scowl.
"But it's too late now. This weapon is my ticket to become the ruler. Better than that mutant that is said to become ruler of the planet itself. All I have to do...."
As the doctor reached for a switch nearby, Logan jumped towards him and gave him a slash in the back with his metal claws. Mayberry stumbled to the side a little, but suffered no damage besides the slashes. He mumbled something under his breath and pulled the switch. Remy quickly picked a card from his coat pocket then threw it at the doctor. Swiftly, the zombie snatched the card, folded it in his hand. Letting it turn into ashes without exploding right in his hands. Remy leaped back to stand in the background just in case. Logan, and Lance were attacking while Pyro was racing over to the chamber. He knocked on the chamber hoping to get an answer.
"C'mon, Timber. Answer me."
She remained still. Pyro turned to where the fight was occurring and saw they were heading into the meeting room to fight. He was glad he got a chance to be alone with her, just to maybe try and wake her up.
"Timber, we're gonna get ya' outta' here. Just answer me."
Suddenly, her eyes opened and gazed around like she was lost. Her silvery eyes met with Pyro's and her apathy look changed dramatically to a desperate look.
"Pyro! Please, get me out!! I don't like it here!! GET ME OUT!!!"
Timber struggled hard and with each pull, she felt a shock in her nerves making her more tired than usual. Pyro backed up and gave the chamber a tough kick, making it crack. When the chamber's glass broke open, Timber was already too tired to get up herself. Pyro quickly caught her in his arms and sat down on the ground, still holding her. She panted hard and sat up, still looking down. Purple liquid was everywhere along with the withered wires still connected to her wrists and ankles. She looked down at herself and saw that she was only wearing a black tube-top and her black baggy jeans which were now soaked. Timber then moved her eyes up and saw Pyro gazing at her, waiting for an answer that she was alright. Instead of saying something, Timber quickly thrusted herself to him. Holding his neck gently with her arms as her head rested on his shoulder.
"Thank you so much." She whispered in his ear.
Pyro didn't move. He felt so comfortable in that position. He looked down at Timber as she gasped for air and felt cold and tired. He wondered what Mayberry did to her. He was actually more than wondering. For once, he felt so close to someone besides his family.
Just several minutes later, Logan came back panting, tired from their fight. He looked at Pyro strangely as he continued to hold Timber close on the floor.
"C'mon. Remy and Lance are waiting outside for us." He responded hastily.
He stood up with Timber still. "But whadda 'bout that doctor?"
"Screw him. We stuck him in a chamber and filled it up with some laughing gas."
Pyro shrugged and ran out of the facility with Logan and Timber in his arms. She was still panting hard with her eyes tightly shut as if she was having a nightmare. Pyro moved his attention from the long tunnel trail and looked at Timber.
"Johnny, look out for the smoke pipe!" called Logan.
Pyro quickly looked up. "Huh?" and the next thing he knew, something met along with his ankle. He collapsed, making Timber fly over to the right towards a cliff leading to the dead body facility room. Pyro cringed, holding his ankle tight hoping to numb it. He looked up to see if Logan could help, but he was already around the corner. His eyes wandered over to the cliff and saw Timber now crying with her hair spread out across her neck. He looked down and saw her arm, now bleeding from the smoke pipe's wires. He stood up stumbling then fell back down, this time right next to Timber. Her eyes were still shut tight but this time with tears slowing flowing down.
"Timber, I'm right here okay?" he whispered with a painful smile.
Timber nodded and reached her hand out aimlessly to find him. She felt so stupid but it was the only way. Pyro felt her cold damp hands on his neck and she slowly opened her eyes enough to see him. He looked at her worryingly as her eyes were shining with hope.
"I know everything now. I remember everything. And it's all because of you." She whispered back.
Her voice cracked a little as she cringed again. He scooted up a little, just enough to help her up. Timber was now sitting up and stumbling to get up. She looked down to Pyro and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up with all the extra strength she had.
"I .. can't get up." He said.
Timber sighed and looked behind herself at her black wings. She narrowed her eyes on them and started pulling Pyro again.
"Get up." She mumbled.
"I can't. Just get going. I'll havta get up sometime." He responded.
Timber gritted her teeth displeasingly. "And that time is now. Get up."
"Well can I help it if I can't get up thanks to that bloody pipe!?"
She jerked hard. "Stop being a pussy and get the hell up!!" Timber jerked hard again, making Pyro stumble quickly up onto his feet. After a couple seconds, Pyro's ankle turned to the side, making him fall onto Timber. She stepped backwards a little but still managed to hold onto Pyro.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, still crying.
Pyro opened his eyes and saw Timber's wings up close. He arched an eyebrow and closed his eyes again.
"Let's just get going."
When Timber tried to move, she quickly came to stop making Pyro jerk forward a little. He lashed around and saw several fires starting towards several explosives. Timber's eyes widened quickly as she continued to cry.
"We're gonna die here!" she screamed.
Pyro shook his head quickly. "Oh, no we're not. I'm not dyin' in some creepy place like this!"
He backed up and stood in front of Timber, holding her shoulders tight to keep straight.
"Since ya' can walk betta than me, ya' havta go first." He suggested.
Timber shook her head. "That's not very fair you know."
"I know that. But I'll just slow ya' down and we'll both die here."
"I'm not leaving you behind. It's just not right."
"Well, I got ya' into this mess and you're gonna get out before me."
"Will you stop being so heroic and get going!?"
Timber's eyes and voice came sharp like knifes against Pyro. But he still kept to his word. His decision was made.
"Timber, listen. I'm pretty damn sure that Lance would want ya' alive more than me."
"You're mother would want ya' alive too."
"And how the 'ell would ya' know that?!"
"Because I know!"
"Just because ya' were the last one ta talk to her doesn't mean shit! Now get goin'!"
Timber and Pyro stared at each other evilly. Finally, Timber gave up. She knew she couldn't win against someone like St. John Allerdyce.
"Fine. But promise me you're going to be safe."
Pyro just arched an eyebrow. He didn't say anything since he knew he couldn't promise anything. He couldn't predict whether or not he was going to parish here. He looked back up at Timber as she ran off the way Logan went maybe ten minutes ago.
"Okay, it's just me now."
*********
On her way out, Timber felt a quick shiver go down her spine as if something was familiar. She slowly turned her head and saw Doctor Mayberry in a chamber staring at her coldly in a maniac sort of way. She swallow hard nervously and heard voices in her head, calling her name and telling her to come closer to the chamber.
"Violetta. Violetta let me out. Please?"
"Why?" she scowled.
"I'm sorry I kidnapped you. I just wanted to feel powerful. I never was. And now I figure that I never will."
The demented doctor's head dropped slowly with sorrow putting Timber on a guilt trip. Suddenly, she remembered something.
"How did you know my REAL name?"
The doctor nodded. "How could ever forget such a beautiful name? Your mother would call you that all the time, and over the years both you and your brother have forgotten."
Timber scowled again. "You know what Doctor Mayberry? Flattery won't work."
Quickly, Timber glided off reminding herself of her real name. Violetta Timberlee Alvers.