DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from 'Mutant X'. They're not
my property. They belong to Tribune Entertainment.
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She later rushed to the examination room #45. "What's happening here?' Felicia asked after hearing the alarming sounds emerging from that space.
"The Feral managed to break loose," one of the guards responded.
Walking over to the window, Felicia saw the struggling Feral trapped in tight bondage by two guards; rage was rising from her lips and eyes as they started twitching almost insanely; she panted heavily with her eyes glowing with indistinguishable flames that were aimed specifically at the woman standing at the other side of the glass; the dirtied blond locks hung in front of her face, hiding the full threatening, blazing exposure of Shalimar's gaze.
Felicia watched her with undisturbed calmness. She stepped through the door opening and stopped a meter away from Shalimar. "How did she free herself?"
"I don't know," a small man with thick seeing glasses suddenly walked passed Felicia to reach the black metallic table at the left wall of the room.
"You didn't give her a higher dose, did you?"
"No. I gave her the regular dosage... I-I d-don't know how this could have happened. It's p-possible that the formula had m-m-manipulated her adrenaline levels somehow."
Felicia smirked and approached Shalimar with barely an inch separating their faces as she observed her with rugged grains of curiosity. "How did you break loose?" she asked her.
"You didn't tie the knots tightly enough," Shalimar replied, holding herself back as much as she could from tearing the person in front of her apart.
"Hmm..." Felicia placed her fingers beneath the Feral's chin but Shalimar jerked her head away with a sickened feel. Pulling back, the older blonde with a closely platinum color said: "We'll have to make them tighter then."
"What did you put in me?" with a hazed voice, Shalimar nearly spat out the words. The reddish irritation was mostly caused through the inner corridors of her body that were feeling a rising heat of unfamiliar flames emerging from her cells, triggered by her blood and amplified by the growing beating of her heart.
"Oh, just a little formula of my own to see how it would react with your feline genes." She smiled.
"What kind of *formula*?"
"Rose 34. It is supposed to slightly increase your mental strength... but... I'm not sure if it's supposed to affect your physical one as well."
"So, I'm a lab rat then??" Shalimar's rage rose sharply and she shoved herself forward to attack the older woman but the firm grip of the guards held her unwillingly back.
Felicia shrugged. "Yeah."
"Why me?"
"There's an odd question. Because you're a mutant of course; a freak as everyone else and freaks... well, they're just as good as white mice, only more interesting with even bigger possibilities," Felicia smirked.
Giving another try for an attack, Shalimar was once more yanked backwards by the guards. "*You're* a freak! Not me! This is sick!" she shouted furiously at her.
"My dear god, Shalimar... you should be thankful to me. I saved your life."
"Huh, is that so..." Shalimar shook her head nervously to remove the annoying strains of hair in front of her eyes.
"Yes. Adam almost killed you, I saved you."
"What does Adam have to do with this?"
Watching her, Felicia took a step forward. "What do you think he injected you with in the alley?"
Felicia's words triggered a memory to rush forward, stopping abruptly in front of her eyes, giving her a clearer view. Her pupils widened and her heartbeats increased even further which only fueled the fire inside her. The fire's tongues rose high enough to lick the inner walls of her body and their scorching touch was beginning to become unbearable. Shalimar's words couldn't find the right link and connect themselves into a sentence. "That wasn't him..." she somehow said.
"You saw him, you heard him... you even *smelled* him."
"I was wounded... I..."
"Imagined him?" Felicia finished her sentence. "No, Shalimar. He was there. So, show some appreciation for me, I think that would be a very wise thing to do."
"You're crazy. And it's sick that you have to bring Adam into this!"
"You still do not believe me that he's alive?"
"How can I..." Shalimar's words were cut short when the release of the heat through the drops of sweat was beginning to affect the electrified cells of her brain. The images in front of her were losing their concrete shape and started shifting to the slow current of the salty liquid forming before her eyes. She was losing orientation and the "virus" surged down, cutting off the balance she had managed with her legs. The feeling of exhaustion devoured her immediately, disconnecting her from the waking consciousness.
"Strap her back!" Felicia ordered when Shalimar fell in the mercy of the guard's arms as they held her tightly enough, separating her from the floor.
Turning to leave, Felicia looked over at the small man. "I'm going for a jog. Alert me when the telempath is prepared," she told him.
*********
"Emma..." a tender, warming voice echoed through the fog of the silent darkness. No response was received. It echoed once more.
The sound brushed gently against her hearing senses, whispering to the brain to pull her away from her slumber and bring her to wakefulness. The brain obeyed and soon the eyelids, removing the heavy burden of fatigue, slowly opened and the uncovering of the picture before her, injected the final drop of awareness.
The deeply stirred brown color covered her view as the black pupils dwelled lightly into her; the feeling was short weightlessness. Her face was trapped in the fleshy frame by his hands as his fingers brushed the edges of her chin and cheeks. She sighed. "Bren?" a voice barely drifted away from her lips. She moved her body slightly to the right when the muscles on her legs and arms began to ache. Emma closed her eyes in pain; it was minor but it was still pain.
"Are you ok?" his voice was so soft.
Opening her eyes once more, her lips pressed tightly against each other as she nodded. The lips then parted and she sucked in air to regulate the inner workings of her body in some way. When she exhaled, the aching lowered its intensity. Something felt different, however. "Did something happen?" she asked him.
"Yeah," he replied more in a whisper than a voice.
"What?" she asked, almost innocently. Strangely, the earlier weight of emotional baggage that had built a fortress around her mind had disappeared. There was a thin veil of peacefulness around her now... soothing and trimming the earlier spikes of her heavy grieving. That feeling introduced itself painlessly through her skin and traveled without disturbance to every corridor of her body, easing the tiniest particles of physical or emotional suffering. The result was the reoccurrence of weightlessness, the absence of gravity that kindly levitated her body higher, separating it from the cold, harsh surface of the ground beneath her. For a moment, one mellowed, stolen moment, Emma forgot everything from her past and present and gave in to the irresistibleness of the smooth and perhaps welcomed flow of curing distractions.
She couldn't close her eyes, but staring at the willowy softness of Brennan's gaze was a comforting replacement of the colder darkness she would touch if her eyelids covered the blueness which she possessed.
"What happened, Bren?" she asked him.
Lowering his upside-down face closer to hers, he kissed her forehead with the burning heat of his lips leaving a deep imprint on her tender skin. "You did it, Em... Shalimar's ok."
The space around her eyes widened drastically by his news but she could not move; her body had already surrendered to the yielding spell of the mysterious healing. "H-how?"
"You saved her. You didn't let her go."
"But she... she was gone. I couldn't do anything. I tried but..."
"No, Em... you returned later and you tried again. You pulled her out of that hellhole. She's ok now."
"She's alive?" Emma asked faintly and saw him nod. "I don't remember any of this," she whispered to him.
"It doesn't surprise me. You had this hideous headache afterwards and you started complaining that your legs and arms hurt... how do you feel now?"
"I feel... wonderful," she spoke honestly. Emma failed to detect any kind of aching; everything was clean; everything appeared perfect... almost. "But how can I not remember anything?"
"I don't know, Em. I wish I understood how that mind of yours works. After you revived her and those spasms started, you fainted. You've been asleep for..." he glanced at the clock on the wall, "four hours."
"Wow... uh..." she tried to lift her body but it refused her order once more and this time she felt worried. "Could you help me up?" she had to ask for help.
"Sure," he said and slid his arms beneath her back and hips. Lifting her up, Brennan slowly carried her to the other side of the room and placed her carefully down on the couch.
"Actually, I just wanted to stand up," she told him.
He chuckled to her request. "After what you've been through, you need to stay like this a while longer," he said.
She watched him with the sincerity of his thoughts seeping into her mind and wrapping itself around the hallways assuring her of the absence of any falseness and possible abnormality. Brennan was somehow right... her body pleaded to remain in this position a while longer, stating that it did not feel ready to put its weight on her legs just yet. Without much resistance, Emma listened to this and loosened her muscles even further. "Where's Jesse?"
"Huh, where do you think..."
"Mm... of course," Emma finally smiled with taming borders across her lips. "It's good that you are here..." she lifted her hand and touched the left side of his neck with her fingers with such carefulness as if it were made of tender glass ready to be broken at any moment.
The fingers on her left hand brushed tenderly across the soft cushions of the surface.
The three people that had been observing this felt satisfied. "The transition went smoothly," one of the men by the controls said. The monitor in front of him showed the current travel of three lines, with each representing a different state of the subject's level in her mind and right now there were no deformations.
"Excellent." Felicia smiled, feeling more pleased with herself that her previous idea of the transfer had been a wise and successful one. "Great work, guys." She tapped the men on the back and leaned forward for a clearer view of the sleeping Psionic.
*********
***
She later rushed to the examination room #45. "What's happening here?' Felicia asked after hearing the alarming sounds emerging from that space.
"The Feral managed to break loose," one of the guards responded.
Walking over to the window, Felicia saw the struggling Feral trapped in tight bondage by two guards; rage was rising from her lips and eyes as they started twitching almost insanely; she panted heavily with her eyes glowing with indistinguishable flames that were aimed specifically at the woman standing at the other side of the glass; the dirtied blond locks hung in front of her face, hiding the full threatening, blazing exposure of Shalimar's gaze.
Felicia watched her with undisturbed calmness. She stepped through the door opening and stopped a meter away from Shalimar. "How did she free herself?"
"I don't know," a small man with thick seeing glasses suddenly walked passed Felicia to reach the black metallic table at the left wall of the room.
"You didn't give her a higher dose, did you?"
"No. I gave her the regular dosage... I-I d-don't know how this could have happened. It's p-possible that the formula had m-m-manipulated her adrenaline levels somehow."
Felicia smirked and approached Shalimar with barely an inch separating their faces as she observed her with rugged grains of curiosity. "How did you break loose?" she asked her.
"You didn't tie the knots tightly enough," Shalimar replied, holding herself back as much as she could from tearing the person in front of her apart.
"Hmm..." Felicia placed her fingers beneath the Feral's chin but Shalimar jerked her head away with a sickened feel. Pulling back, the older blonde with a closely platinum color said: "We'll have to make them tighter then."
"What did you put in me?" with a hazed voice, Shalimar nearly spat out the words. The reddish irritation was mostly caused through the inner corridors of her body that were feeling a rising heat of unfamiliar flames emerging from her cells, triggered by her blood and amplified by the growing beating of her heart.
"Oh, just a little formula of my own to see how it would react with your feline genes." She smiled.
"What kind of *formula*?"
"Rose 34. It is supposed to slightly increase your mental strength... but... I'm not sure if it's supposed to affect your physical one as well."
"So, I'm a lab rat then??" Shalimar's rage rose sharply and she shoved herself forward to attack the older woman but the firm grip of the guards held her unwillingly back.
Felicia shrugged. "Yeah."
"Why me?"
"There's an odd question. Because you're a mutant of course; a freak as everyone else and freaks... well, they're just as good as white mice, only more interesting with even bigger possibilities," Felicia smirked.
Giving another try for an attack, Shalimar was once more yanked backwards by the guards. "*You're* a freak! Not me! This is sick!" she shouted furiously at her.
"My dear god, Shalimar... you should be thankful to me. I saved your life."
"Huh, is that so..." Shalimar shook her head nervously to remove the annoying strains of hair in front of her eyes.
"Yes. Adam almost killed you, I saved you."
"What does Adam have to do with this?"
Watching her, Felicia took a step forward. "What do you think he injected you with in the alley?"
Felicia's words triggered a memory to rush forward, stopping abruptly in front of her eyes, giving her a clearer view. Her pupils widened and her heartbeats increased even further which only fueled the fire inside her. The fire's tongues rose high enough to lick the inner walls of her body and their scorching touch was beginning to become unbearable. Shalimar's words couldn't find the right link and connect themselves into a sentence. "That wasn't him..." she somehow said.
"You saw him, you heard him... you even *smelled* him."
"I was wounded... I..."
"Imagined him?" Felicia finished her sentence. "No, Shalimar. He was there. So, show some appreciation for me, I think that would be a very wise thing to do."
"You're crazy. And it's sick that you have to bring Adam into this!"
"You still do not believe me that he's alive?"
"How can I..." Shalimar's words were cut short when the release of the heat through the drops of sweat was beginning to affect the electrified cells of her brain. The images in front of her were losing their concrete shape and started shifting to the slow current of the salty liquid forming before her eyes. She was losing orientation and the "virus" surged down, cutting off the balance she had managed with her legs. The feeling of exhaustion devoured her immediately, disconnecting her from the waking consciousness.
"Strap her back!" Felicia ordered when Shalimar fell in the mercy of the guard's arms as they held her tightly enough, separating her from the floor.
Turning to leave, Felicia looked over at the small man. "I'm going for a jog. Alert me when the telempath is prepared," she told him.
*********
"Emma..." a tender, warming voice echoed through the fog of the silent darkness. No response was received. It echoed once more.
The sound brushed gently against her hearing senses, whispering to the brain to pull her away from her slumber and bring her to wakefulness. The brain obeyed and soon the eyelids, removing the heavy burden of fatigue, slowly opened and the uncovering of the picture before her, injected the final drop of awareness.
The deeply stirred brown color covered her view as the black pupils dwelled lightly into her; the feeling was short weightlessness. Her face was trapped in the fleshy frame by his hands as his fingers brushed the edges of her chin and cheeks. She sighed. "Bren?" a voice barely drifted away from her lips. She moved her body slightly to the right when the muscles on her legs and arms began to ache. Emma closed her eyes in pain; it was minor but it was still pain.
"Are you ok?" his voice was so soft.
Opening her eyes once more, her lips pressed tightly against each other as she nodded. The lips then parted and she sucked in air to regulate the inner workings of her body in some way. When she exhaled, the aching lowered its intensity. Something felt different, however. "Did something happen?" she asked him.
"Yeah," he replied more in a whisper than a voice.
"What?" she asked, almost innocently. Strangely, the earlier weight of emotional baggage that had built a fortress around her mind had disappeared. There was a thin veil of peacefulness around her now... soothing and trimming the earlier spikes of her heavy grieving. That feeling introduced itself painlessly through her skin and traveled without disturbance to every corridor of her body, easing the tiniest particles of physical or emotional suffering. The result was the reoccurrence of weightlessness, the absence of gravity that kindly levitated her body higher, separating it from the cold, harsh surface of the ground beneath her. For a moment, one mellowed, stolen moment, Emma forgot everything from her past and present and gave in to the irresistibleness of the smooth and perhaps welcomed flow of curing distractions.
She couldn't close her eyes, but staring at the willowy softness of Brennan's gaze was a comforting replacement of the colder darkness she would touch if her eyelids covered the blueness which she possessed.
"What happened, Bren?" she asked him.
Lowering his upside-down face closer to hers, he kissed her forehead with the burning heat of his lips leaving a deep imprint on her tender skin. "You did it, Em... Shalimar's ok."
The space around her eyes widened drastically by his news but she could not move; her body had already surrendered to the yielding spell of the mysterious healing. "H-how?"
"You saved her. You didn't let her go."
"But she... she was gone. I couldn't do anything. I tried but..."
"No, Em... you returned later and you tried again. You pulled her out of that hellhole. She's ok now."
"She's alive?" Emma asked faintly and saw him nod. "I don't remember any of this," she whispered to him.
"It doesn't surprise me. You had this hideous headache afterwards and you started complaining that your legs and arms hurt... how do you feel now?"
"I feel... wonderful," she spoke honestly. Emma failed to detect any kind of aching; everything was clean; everything appeared perfect... almost. "But how can I not remember anything?"
"I don't know, Em. I wish I understood how that mind of yours works. After you revived her and those spasms started, you fainted. You've been asleep for..." he glanced at the clock on the wall, "four hours."
"Wow... uh..." she tried to lift her body but it refused her order once more and this time she felt worried. "Could you help me up?" she had to ask for help.
"Sure," he said and slid his arms beneath her back and hips. Lifting her up, Brennan slowly carried her to the other side of the room and placed her carefully down on the couch.
"Actually, I just wanted to stand up," she told him.
He chuckled to her request. "After what you've been through, you need to stay like this a while longer," he said.
She watched him with the sincerity of his thoughts seeping into her mind and wrapping itself around the hallways assuring her of the absence of any falseness and possible abnormality. Brennan was somehow right... her body pleaded to remain in this position a while longer, stating that it did not feel ready to put its weight on her legs just yet. Without much resistance, Emma listened to this and loosened her muscles even further. "Where's Jesse?"
"Huh, where do you think..."
"Mm... of course," Emma finally smiled with taming borders across her lips. "It's good that you are here..." she lifted her hand and touched the left side of his neck with her fingers with such carefulness as if it were made of tender glass ready to be broken at any moment.
The fingers on her left hand brushed tenderly across the soft cushions of the surface.
The three people that had been observing this felt satisfied. "The transition went smoothly," one of the men by the controls said. The monitor in front of him showed the current travel of three lines, with each representing a different state of the subject's level in her mind and right now there were no deformations.
"Excellent." Felicia smiled, feeling more pleased with herself that her previous idea of the transfer had been a wise and successful one. "Great work, guys." She tapped the men on the back and leaned forward for a clearer view of the sleeping Psionic.
*********