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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Rising from the bed, Jesse's body cried to be placed back on the soft surface again. His will, however, forced him to turn on the side and placing his hand near his elbow, he slowly rose up once more, blinking hard, trying to bring some concrete shaping to his surroundings; it appeared like the scene before him had been covered by a white water color. He touched his neck and rubbed his hand against the back. Shaking his head, Jesse lowered his hand to the stomach that gave out the strange feeling of emptiness as if everything from it had been drained out. Did he throw up? No answer was present for that but he could easily identify his state with that of manure. Giving himself a light push, he was now sitting up on a hospital bed. The watery mask in front of him faded away to reveal a room entirely covered in white; the walls resembled those of a mental institution - cells where only the most serious cases were placed.
Spinning his head from one side to another, Jesse found another bed at the other side of the room on which Brennan lay. The Elemental wore white hospital clothing: shirt and pants characteristic for such patients. There was nothing else in the room apart from the two beds and their occupants. Jesse looked down at himself and saw the same white 'uniform', and on his wrists were bright red marks caused perhaps by some metallic restrains.
"Where am I..." he wondered and with his bare feet touched the cold metal floor. Silence - that was all which he could hear with only the tiny clashes of his feet with the floor. Glancing to his left, a white metal door without a handle appeared as the only connection the outside. He did not want to shout out and demand answers just yet although his mind was beginning to itch from the uncomfortable silence and stillness that surrounded them. They had been locked from the outside... how obvious.
Quickly, he rushed over to Brennan. "Brennan!" he started shaking his arm. "Wake up!" There was no response from the Elemental which helped little to lower the alarming levels that were rising in Jesse's head. He brought on more tremors to his friend with higher hopes of a definite response this time.
Brennan's eyes opened to stare at the ceiling almost blankly and then followed an invisible pattern towards Jesse's. "Hey, Jesse..." he brought his hands to his eyes and pressed them against the protective eyelids. "What's up?" his voice was rough.
"We gotta get out of here," the Molecular responded.
"What?" Brennan's hands removed themselves from his eyes as he looked back at Jesse with justified puzzlement. It didn't take long for the bright witness of the room to flash into his eyes almost blinding the sensors that allowed him to see. "Shit, why is it so damn white in here?" he then asked and gripped the ends of the bed to allow himself decent leverage.
"We're in some cell," Jesse stepped back while Brennan placed himself upward to gain a better view of the room.
Letting his gaze travel around him, the eerily simplicity of the room struck a disturbing cord in his brain but the empty feeling of his stomach allowed a temporarily strong distraction. Taking in a deep breath, Brennan left his head hang for a while and his eyelids to shield him from the intensity of color in front of him.
"Feel like you've been throwing up, eh?" Jesse asked.
Brennan nodded. Opening his eyes, he lifted his head and asked: "Any idea where exactly are we?"
"No," Jesse sighed and turned around to hunt for more hints of the identity of this confiding space.
"Great," in a beat voice Brennan's response was abandoned by vigor. Bringing himself to stand on his two feet again, he ran his hand through his hair only to notice the same red markings on his wrists. "If this is GSA's oil again I'm going to murder myself," he spoke with little space of humor and dropped his arm to hang alongside his body.
"I know. You'd think they'd give us a break already," Jesse said.
"Yeah."
The door soon opened and the small man with glasses, accompanied with two guards entered the room. "Good morning, gentlemen," he said.
"Should I ask?" Jesse formed his hands into fists.
"If you w-wish."
"So where are we?" Brennan asked.
"On a s-secret location o-outside of Arizona," the man told them.
"GSA?"
"No!" the man shook his head in disgust. "We don't w-work with those p-p- psychotic p-people."
Jesse and Brennan looked at each other in bewilderment. "Who are you then?" Jesse put the question.
"It's of n-no concern of yours."
"I think," Brennan stepped closer, brining his hands together. "It *is* our..." His eyes crossed at the weak appearance of a short and lonely spark. There was nothing else. His hands were bare; his body felt no presence of any surges of electricity. "What the-..."
"Your m-mutations have been t-t-temporarily disabled. I-It was the s-safest option to choose."
Jesse's attempt also failed miserably. "What did you do to us?"
"You're s-subjects of an experiment b-but no to worry. You two s-s-should feel relieved that you're not in the T-telempath and Feral's p-places."
"Where the hell are they? What are you doing to them??" Brennan's anger rushed through his body to resurface on the primal layers of his skin after hearing this.
"In different a-areas but it's better that you're kept in the dark," the man told them and before the two mutants could respond they were struck by two microscopic darts fired by the guards, removing their sense of consciousness immediately.
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The cell phone shook alarmingly on the wooden desk. Grabbing it quickly, Felicia placed it next to her ear. "Yes?"
"The Elemental and Molecular h-have been put t-t-to sleep."
"Good," she responded absently and placed the phone back on the desk. An annoyed sigh hung between her lips before escaping in the air. "I should have left those idiots back there. They're useless."
Returning her hands on the black keyboard she continued typing the report.
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Experiment Brain Maze
Day 54
The Telempath has been placed in a separate chamber, and as predicted the transfer was successful. It is expected for the final sleep cycle to end in three days, with luck - two.
The two "plus" subjects have been a bother, however. Their constant sedation is undesirably costly. Termination is considered...
-----
Saving the information, Felicia turned off the computer and leaned back on her chair. She started running through her memory banks to check that every operation done so far has met her required needs or standards.
Is it nasty to play with someone's mind as if it were a toy? A very delicate, complicated toy? Hardly, she argued. Not when it came to someone who was not human, someone who had had their genes polluted with those of something alien, something not meant to exist in the human body... at least, not in reality.
They are strangers, outsiders, beings that do not belong in a society populated by human beings, so it is quite normal to treat them as "experiments", objects of trial before daring to elope in a serious testing that could possibly involve humans. Their appearances are quite deceitful; the present four had certainly shown that. Who would imagine that the innocent blond boy could change the mass of his body like that, in such an unnatural way? Felicia sighed, no one. And that little redhead? To have such an enormous power over another person's mind? Incredibly dangerous.
But possibly, although freaks of nature, their genes, their behavior could be an interesting subject for research; to find components of a cure or even a substance that could resemble venom.
When they stormed into Sanctuary almost three months before, they had no expectations of coming across the entire team of Mutant X. They found the Amphibian... "Caleb? Yes... him...or 'it'." He had captured Adam for them which made the job a lot easier but they could not locate the mutants. They pressured Caleb but he would not tell them and in the end he managed to escape. "Stubborn fool," she said. But luck smiled upon them when they encountered the Elemental and Psionic in that alley, both somewhere far from consciousness. Such perfect opportunity could not be missed so they took them and placed them here.
What followed was a sort of 'mind games' virus inserted in the subject's brains from where they generated images to interact with the brainwaves, and for scenarios obvious to the observers but oblivious to the subjected mutants, to appear; a virus which the creators could control. At some point even the Molecular was included. Felicia smiled. And the Feral? Her feline genes were far too valuable to be placed in the same field of those 'mind games' so instead she was subjected to a different experiment.
Emma and Shalimar were those that mattered to Felicia, the other two were simply 'spare parts' that were barely used.
She glanced at the cell phone which was now quiet. A smirk appeared as she entwined the bony fingers of her hands. It is such a pleasurable wonder to see people with great intellectual capabilities be bought so easily with the sufficient amount of money, very helpful people. The planned duration of the experiment had been two months and 14 days and hopefully not longer.
"Everything's in the name of science... it is only a matter of perspective," Felicia said and bought her joined fingers closer to her lips.
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Rising from the bed, Jesse's body cried to be placed back on the soft surface again. His will, however, forced him to turn on the side and placing his hand near his elbow, he slowly rose up once more, blinking hard, trying to bring some concrete shaping to his surroundings; it appeared like the scene before him had been covered by a white water color. He touched his neck and rubbed his hand against the back. Shaking his head, Jesse lowered his hand to the stomach that gave out the strange feeling of emptiness as if everything from it had been drained out. Did he throw up? No answer was present for that but he could easily identify his state with that of manure. Giving himself a light push, he was now sitting up on a hospital bed. The watery mask in front of him faded away to reveal a room entirely covered in white; the walls resembled those of a mental institution - cells where only the most serious cases were placed.
Spinning his head from one side to another, Jesse found another bed at the other side of the room on which Brennan lay. The Elemental wore white hospital clothing: shirt and pants characteristic for such patients. There was nothing else in the room apart from the two beds and their occupants. Jesse looked down at himself and saw the same white 'uniform', and on his wrists were bright red marks caused perhaps by some metallic restrains.
"Where am I..." he wondered and with his bare feet touched the cold metal floor. Silence - that was all which he could hear with only the tiny clashes of his feet with the floor. Glancing to his left, a white metal door without a handle appeared as the only connection the outside. He did not want to shout out and demand answers just yet although his mind was beginning to itch from the uncomfortable silence and stillness that surrounded them. They had been locked from the outside... how obvious.
Quickly, he rushed over to Brennan. "Brennan!" he started shaking his arm. "Wake up!" There was no response from the Elemental which helped little to lower the alarming levels that were rising in Jesse's head. He brought on more tremors to his friend with higher hopes of a definite response this time.
Brennan's eyes opened to stare at the ceiling almost blankly and then followed an invisible pattern towards Jesse's. "Hey, Jesse..." he brought his hands to his eyes and pressed them against the protective eyelids. "What's up?" his voice was rough.
"We gotta get out of here," the Molecular responded.
"What?" Brennan's hands removed themselves from his eyes as he looked back at Jesse with justified puzzlement. It didn't take long for the bright witness of the room to flash into his eyes almost blinding the sensors that allowed him to see. "Shit, why is it so damn white in here?" he then asked and gripped the ends of the bed to allow himself decent leverage.
"We're in some cell," Jesse stepped back while Brennan placed himself upward to gain a better view of the room.
Letting his gaze travel around him, the eerily simplicity of the room struck a disturbing cord in his brain but the empty feeling of his stomach allowed a temporarily strong distraction. Taking in a deep breath, Brennan left his head hang for a while and his eyelids to shield him from the intensity of color in front of him.
"Feel like you've been throwing up, eh?" Jesse asked.
Brennan nodded. Opening his eyes, he lifted his head and asked: "Any idea where exactly are we?"
"No," Jesse sighed and turned around to hunt for more hints of the identity of this confiding space.
"Great," in a beat voice Brennan's response was abandoned by vigor. Bringing himself to stand on his two feet again, he ran his hand through his hair only to notice the same red markings on his wrists. "If this is GSA's oil again I'm going to murder myself," he spoke with little space of humor and dropped his arm to hang alongside his body.
"I know. You'd think they'd give us a break already," Jesse said.
"Yeah."
The door soon opened and the small man with glasses, accompanied with two guards entered the room. "Good morning, gentlemen," he said.
"Should I ask?" Jesse formed his hands into fists.
"If you w-wish."
"So where are we?" Brennan asked.
"On a s-secret location o-outside of Arizona," the man told them.
"GSA?"
"No!" the man shook his head in disgust. "We don't w-work with those p-p- psychotic p-people."
Jesse and Brennan looked at each other in bewilderment. "Who are you then?" Jesse put the question.
"It's of n-no concern of yours."
"I think," Brennan stepped closer, brining his hands together. "It *is* our..." His eyes crossed at the weak appearance of a short and lonely spark. There was nothing else. His hands were bare; his body felt no presence of any surges of electricity. "What the-..."
"Your m-mutations have been t-t-temporarily disabled. I-It was the s-safest option to choose."
Jesse's attempt also failed miserably. "What did you do to us?"
"You're s-subjects of an experiment b-but no to worry. You two s-s-should feel relieved that you're not in the T-telempath and Feral's p-places."
"Where the hell are they? What are you doing to them??" Brennan's anger rushed through his body to resurface on the primal layers of his skin after hearing this.
"In different a-areas but it's better that you're kept in the dark," the man told them and before the two mutants could respond they were struck by two microscopic darts fired by the guards, removing their sense of consciousness immediately.
*********
The cell phone shook alarmingly on the wooden desk. Grabbing it quickly, Felicia placed it next to her ear. "Yes?"
"The Elemental and Molecular h-have been put t-t-to sleep."
"Good," she responded absently and placed the phone back on the desk. An annoyed sigh hung between her lips before escaping in the air. "I should have left those idiots back there. They're useless."
Returning her hands on the black keyboard she continued typing the report.
----
Experiment Brain Maze
Day 54
The Telempath has been placed in a separate chamber, and as predicted the transfer was successful. It is expected for the final sleep cycle to end in three days, with luck - two.
The two "plus" subjects have been a bother, however. Their constant sedation is undesirably costly. Termination is considered...
-----
Saving the information, Felicia turned off the computer and leaned back on her chair. She started running through her memory banks to check that every operation done so far has met her required needs or standards.
Is it nasty to play with someone's mind as if it were a toy? A very delicate, complicated toy? Hardly, she argued. Not when it came to someone who was not human, someone who had had their genes polluted with those of something alien, something not meant to exist in the human body... at least, not in reality.
They are strangers, outsiders, beings that do not belong in a society populated by human beings, so it is quite normal to treat them as "experiments", objects of trial before daring to elope in a serious testing that could possibly involve humans. Their appearances are quite deceitful; the present four had certainly shown that. Who would imagine that the innocent blond boy could change the mass of his body like that, in such an unnatural way? Felicia sighed, no one. And that little redhead? To have such an enormous power over another person's mind? Incredibly dangerous.
But possibly, although freaks of nature, their genes, their behavior could be an interesting subject for research; to find components of a cure or even a substance that could resemble venom.
When they stormed into Sanctuary almost three months before, they had no expectations of coming across the entire team of Mutant X. They found the Amphibian... "Caleb? Yes... him...or 'it'." He had captured Adam for them which made the job a lot easier but they could not locate the mutants. They pressured Caleb but he would not tell them and in the end he managed to escape. "Stubborn fool," she said. But luck smiled upon them when they encountered the Elemental and Psionic in that alley, both somewhere far from consciousness. Such perfect opportunity could not be missed so they took them and placed them here.
What followed was a sort of 'mind games' virus inserted in the subject's brains from where they generated images to interact with the brainwaves, and for scenarios obvious to the observers but oblivious to the subjected mutants, to appear; a virus which the creators could control. At some point even the Molecular was included. Felicia smiled. And the Feral? Her feline genes were far too valuable to be placed in the same field of those 'mind games' so instead she was subjected to a different experiment.
Emma and Shalimar were those that mattered to Felicia, the other two were simply 'spare parts' that were barely used.
She glanced at the cell phone which was now quiet. A smirk appeared as she entwined the bony fingers of her hands. It is such a pleasurable wonder to see people with great intellectual capabilities be bought so easily with the sufficient amount of money, very helpful people. The planned duration of the experiment had been two months and 14 days and hopefully not longer.
"Everything's in the name of science... it is only a matter of perspective," Felicia said and bought her joined fingers closer to her lips.
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