NOTES: Uh, yeah. Oh! A BIIIIIIIG thank you to all my reviewers. You don't
know how much I appreciate those kinds of things. If you find anything
wrong with my story, small mistakes and stuff like that, please tell me.
And this chapter might not be too good, because I wanted to write it
quickly, and I broke my stinking wrist slipping on some ice. My brother
pushed me. Little bugger. AND I got myself a hairline fracture on my
tailbone. Fun, right? Hah. And this took me SO long to update because my
dad disabled the Internet! Gah! Not good.so that's why this one took a
LITTLE longer then the first two. I told him I had schoolwork.which I
did.but I did a little extra. ^-^
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Experiment 626 found.
Check.
Experiment 626 captured.
Uh, no check.
Special Agent Tom Sawyer of the American Secret Service trotted down the empty alleyway in London ignoring the foul smells and waiting for his signal. He wasn't working for America today, though. He was working for the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. And he was glad. America just wasn't as fun any more. The signal.what was it again? Oh yes. Tom's signal was Hyde's roar. Which was quite loud, and could be heard miles away on a cold, quiet, empty night such as this. Tom had praised the weather as he stepped off the Nautilus, as it was clear and misty, easy for stealth. And it hadn't rained. Popping out of the alley, Tom looked left and right before heading out into the paved street, light boots making almost no noise on the concrete. He had made it to the other side of the street when he hit an invisible barrier, better known as Rodney Skinner.
"Oi! Tom, watch where yer walkin'!" And with a few soft pats of bare feet on the street, soft curses because of the cold, and he was gone. Tom had only time to blink before he heard an enraged shriek. It sounded awfully bird-like. A grin spread like an infectious disease over his face. Someone had found her! Experiment 626.what a lousy name. Tom ran toward where he heard sounds of a scuffle. He turned a bend and-
Mina and 626 were fighting. Mina twirled like a dervish, fast, knives outstretched. 626 was a blur herself, bending backwards to avoid the silver blades and tripping the vampiress so her wicked onslaught had to be paused. That seemed to be all the time the experiment needed. It raised a hand, and Mina flew into a wall, slumping slowly to the ground, sliding along the wet wall. She didn't get up, and blood seeped from a wound on her head. Tom roared in anger, and shot the beast in it's large, ebony wing. It screamed in agony, and faced him, swaying slightly on its scaled feet. He stepped back in fright. He had been told it was scaled and winged, but he had not expected it to be like.this. Its eyes were pleading with him, asking him why he had shot her. They seemed to say, 'I was only protecting myself.' Hit by a rush of guilt, Tom started forward, but stopped in mid-step. What if she was tricking him? Serpents were sly, and she was no exception to that rule. Frowning, he shifted from foot to foot, gun trained uncertainly on a shining head, with flowing locks of silver. 626 took a small, feeble step toward him, one wing hanging motionless. Then he saw it flash through her eyes. It was fast, almost unrecognizable. But she was afraid of him. She was afraid of him. Why him? But he had no time to ponder upon this, as Hyde leapt through the black darkness of the mist so thick you could push it out of your way. Hyde roared, and tackled her, jumping upon her like a rabid animal. She screamed again as he puched her in the face. Tom watched her beating, feeling guiltier by the second. Hyde sat on her, and punched her in the gut, watching as she gasped, eyes wide, staring into nothingness. They fluttered shut, softly, then her head slumped to the side. Hyde grinned, and got off of the limp body that lay in the middle of the dark, wet, cobbled side-street. Tom slowly approached, and nudged the body with the toe of his boat. She jerked and screamed again. Tom nearly jumped three feet in the air, and back flipped away from the now awake thing. Straightening up slowly, he heard a voice in his head.
Why do you hurt me?
Tom blinked. Wait! There it was again! He stared at 626, who's eyes were wide, and focused on him.
Help me.
She was sending him messages via thought process. How? He stepped to her side, avoiding her huge, outstretched wing that was now bleeding profusely, and touched her scaled, swollen cheek. For some reason, he had expected it to be slimy. A ghost of a smile flitted across her lips, and she sent him one last message.
Thank you.
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Henry Jekyll sighed. The girl had been asleep for hours. She had healed herself, at an accelerated rate, and had managed to curl up in the center of the huge room that he himself had first seen on his tour of the Nautilus. The white room where Hyde had been chained to the wall in several places. She was chained as well, but still slept on the hard ground. Hyde chuckled in his head.
She's used to it. You know? She's a monster, like us. Let me out, Henry, and I'll show her what we can do.
Jekyll shook his head, and asked Hyde politely to shut his mouth, and not to talk again until Jekyll found it time to set him free. Pushing his chestnut hair out of his brown eyes, he sighed again, trudging toward 626 for further analysis. He reached and hand down and-
Her eyes snapped open. At the sight of an unfamiliar face, close to hers, she screamed, and lashed out at him, scrambling away. Jekyll had managed to avoid serious injury, but he still had gained a small scratch across his abdomen. Her eyes were wide, shifty, she looked like a cornered dog, scared out of its mind, with nowhere to go. Nowhere to turn. Jekyll heard a chuckle, and this time it wasn't Hyde. It was Skinner, the Invisible Man.
"Oi, doc. What're you up to? Ooh." he laid his invisible eyes upon the girl. "She's a pretty one. Nice body...'Ey! Mate, what's with all those men with sharp pointy objects? Surely she can't be that dangerous," But he was cut short as 626 moaned in pain, knees buckling beneath her. Sawyer and Mina ran into the room, quickly followed by Nemo.
"There were tremors rocking the entire ship!" Mina cried, and when she caught sight of 626, she sneered. "Is she up yet?"
A growl and a snarl answered her question. But she was quickly silenced by what looked to be a harpoon, long stick and pointy dangerous ends in all, held by one of the twenty men surrounding her. Whimpering, she looked to Tom. Tom only shook his head, at a loss of what to do. Should he help her? He would be considered mutinous by the more pessimistic members of the crew, and he couldn't help but want to fit in. But there it was. The problem. She wanted to fit in as well, and he was denying her the freedom and companionship she craved so he himself would fit in with people like himself. There was no one out there like her. But it was Jekyll who spoke up.
"You should not aim those spears at her, they only agitate her. I would know," He trailed off, leaving everyone to understand exactly what he meant. Nemo sighed.
"Take those away from her, but stay at a suitable distance." 626 gave Nemo and Jekyll a thankful look. "What are you doing in London, 626, causing enough havoc to make the Queen worry?"
The girl snickered, and shook her head. "Don't call me 626. I have a name. It's Angel. Rather ironic, don't you think?" Her voice was soft, silky, but rough and un-used all the same. She grinned again, baring her fangs. Some of the men holding spears stepped forward slightly. "Causing havoc? I thought journalists were over-reacting, but this is just too much." She laughed harshly. "I step into a street full of people, and you'd think I was the omen of a coming apocalypse. Everyone screams and runs, and the next morning, I'm in the paper. All I wanted to do was steal some bread,"
Nemo looked shocked. "They told us you feasted on human flesh," Her eyes widened in shock.
"Damn them! The only time I eat, not feast, on humans, is when I haven't eaten in a month and people are pestering me. Most of the time it's the drunkards who are always drunk. They go first. And believe me, I'd prefer a salad with a medium raw steak, with a slice of buttered bread. And the vinaigrette sauce on the steak? Very good. You must try it sometime." Again, everyone looked at her like she was crazy. She scoffed. "I'm civilized! I swear! I can read, I can write, I'm actually a poet at heart. I've read Shakespeare, for heaven's sake! Why does everyone think since I look different, I must act like a total heathen and barbarian? I don't run around drunk all the time, I don't prey upon the innocent, I don't do things that 'normal' people do! I swear it! Everyone's just Very prejudice."
Nemo coughed politely. "Are you done with your little rant, Angel? We need you to tell us your story."
Angel blanched. "You see, the problem there, is that they brainwashed me. I don't remember a thing about my past. All I remember is screaming, and being knocked unconscious. I then woke up when I was about to be placed in a huge tank. So don't ask me, ask those who actually KNOW." Everyone was shocked. They had thought.They had been wrong about her, then. Skinner stepped forward.
"I'm surprised she doesn't 'ave men at 'er every whim! She's an attractive one, she is." Mina scoffed, insulted.
"Skinner, you find paintings attractive, thank you." But Angel seemed to take Mina's comment to heart.
"You are lying, Skinner. You know I'm not attractive. Sorry, it won't work. I'm as ugly as they get. Scales? Wings? Snake eyes? I'm probably more ugly then a real snake." Sawyer began to shake his head, and Jekyll frowned.
"You are prejudice against yourself, as well, Angel. You are very attractive. And you know it."
Angel looked guiltily at her feet. "Well, I wouldn't know much, since mud reflections don't get you far in the reflection department. And I'm not. And no one is telling me different." Everyone shook their heads at her stubbornness, but did not say anything more on the subject. Tom, himself, was shocked. She wasn't ugly! She wasn't beautiful, she wasn't like, Mina, perhaps, but she was attractive all the same. She had a beautiful body, and some men considered outstanding eyes a turn-on. Hers weren't outstanding, they were mystical, beautiful, eerie, haunting, and interesting all at the same time. The yellowish-greenish color, instead of whites and an iris, and slits for pupils instead of the little black circles that most humans had. The scales were iridescent, reflecting everything back onto the room's walls. And because of all the lights, she shone. Her wings were just amazing, their length and width, just humungous. So Tom was unable to find a problem with her. Where was it? Why was being different so bad? But again, he had his answer. He seemed to be contradicted himself a lot today.Oh yeah, answer. She had been told her entire life that she was different, and that different was bad. Tom knew that he would think like her if he had been shunned his entire life because of his authenticity.
All she needed was a chance. And he had an idea.he wasn't sure if it would cost him his life or not, but a girl like her needed a chance. And Mina needed a friend. Another woman. Mina.Oh no, Sawyer. No need to go off and daydream now. Mina considers you a friend. I think, he wondered. But no, back to the task at hand.
"Nemo, Mina, Jekyll, Skinner, I think I have an idea. She should join the League."
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A/N: YAY!! MY LONGEST CHAPTER!!
By the ways, She's not a Mary-Sue, and Sawyer still likes Mina. Skinner is just lusting after her like he does EVERY other female, and Jekyll thinks of her as an equal. I'm not even going into Nemo. Uh uh. NO WAY. So PLEASE review, people!!!! PLEASEY PLEASEY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Please?
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Experiment 626 found.
Check.
Experiment 626 captured.
Uh, no check.
Special Agent Tom Sawyer of the American Secret Service trotted down the empty alleyway in London ignoring the foul smells and waiting for his signal. He wasn't working for America today, though. He was working for the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. And he was glad. America just wasn't as fun any more. The signal.what was it again? Oh yes. Tom's signal was Hyde's roar. Which was quite loud, and could be heard miles away on a cold, quiet, empty night such as this. Tom had praised the weather as he stepped off the Nautilus, as it was clear and misty, easy for stealth. And it hadn't rained. Popping out of the alley, Tom looked left and right before heading out into the paved street, light boots making almost no noise on the concrete. He had made it to the other side of the street when he hit an invisible barrier, better known as Rodney Skinner.
"Oi! Tom, watch where yer walkin'!" And with a few soft pats of bare feet on the street, soft curses because of the cold, and he was gone. Tom had only time to blink before he heard an enraged shriek. It sounded awfully bird-like. A grin spread like an infectious disease over his face. Someone had found her! Experiment 626.what a lousy name. Tom ran toward where he heard sounds of a scuffle. He turned a bend and-
Mina and 626 were fighting. Mina twirled like a dervish, fast, knives outstretched. 626 was a blur herself, bending backwards to avoid the silver blades and tripping the vampiress so her wicked onslaught had to be paused. That seemed to be all the time the experiment needed. It raised a hand, and Mina flew into a wall, slumping slowly to the ground, sliding along the wet wall. She didn't get up, and blood seeped from a wound on her head. Tom roared in anger, and shot the beast in it's large, ebony wing. It screamed in agony, and faced him, swaying slightly on its scaled feet. He stepped back in fright. He had been told it was scaled and winged, but he had not expected it to be like.this. Its eyes were pleading with him, asking him why he had shot her. They seemed to say, 'I was only protecting myself.' Hit by a rush of guilt, Tom started forward, but stopped in mid-step. What if she was tricking him? Serpents were sly, and she was no exception to that rule. Frowning, he shifted from foot to foot, gun trained uncertainly on a shining head, with flowing locks of silver. 626 took a small, feeble step toward him, one wing hanging motionless. Then he saw it flash through her eyes. It was fast, almost unrecognizable. But she was afraid of him. She was afraid of him. Why him? But he had no time to ponder upon this, as Hyde leapt through the black darkness of the mist so thick you could push it out of your way. Hyde roared, and tackled her, jumping upon her like a rabid animal. She screamed again as he puched her in the face. Tom watched her beating, feeling guiltier by the second. Hyde sat on her, and punched her in the gut, watching as she gasped, eyes wide, staring into nothingness. They fluttered shut, softly, then her head slumped to the side. Hyde grinned, and got off of the limp body that lay in the middle of the dark, wet, cobbled side-street. Tom slowly approached, and nudged the body with the toe of his boat. She jerked and screamed again. Tom nearly jumped three feet in the air, and back flipped away from the now awake thing. Straightening up slowly, he heard a voice in his head.
Why do you hurt me?
Tom blinked. Wait! There it was again! He stared at 626, who's eyes were wide, and focused on him.
Help me.
She was sending him messages via thought process. How? He stepped to her side, avoiding her huge, outstretched wing that was now bleeding profusely, and touched her scaled, swollen cheek. For some reason, he had expected it to be slimy. A ghost of a smile flitted across her lips, and she sent him one last message.
Thank you.
~
Henry Jekyll sighed. The girl had been asleep for hours. She had healed herself, at an accelerated rate, and had managed to curl up in the center of the huge room that he himself had first seen on his tour of the Nautilus. The white room where Hyde had been chained to the wall in several places. She was chained as well, but still slept on the hard ground. Hyde chuckled in his head.
She's used to it. You know? She's a monster, like us. Let me out, Henry, and I'll show her what we can do.
Jekyll shook his head, and asked Hyde politely to shut his mouth, and not to talk again until Jekyll found it time to set him free. Pushing his chestnut hair out of his brown eyes, he sighed again, trudging toward 626 for further analysis. He reached and hand down and-
Her eyes snapped open. At the sight of an unfamiliar face, close to hers, she screamed, and lashed out at him, scrambling away. Jekyll had managed to avoid serious injury, but he still had gained a small scratch across his abdomen. Her eyes were wide, shifty, she looked like a cornered dog, scared out of its mind, with nowhere to go. Nowhere to turn. Jekyll heard a chuckle, and this time it wasn't Hyde. It was Skinner, the Invisible Man.
"Oi, doc. What're you up to? Ooh." he laid his invisible eyes upon the girl. "She's a pretty one. Nice body...'Ey! Mate, what's with all those men with sharp pointy objects? Surely she can't be that dangerous," But he was cut short as 626 moaned in pain, knees buckling beneath her. Sawyer and Mina ran into the room, quickly followed by Nemo.
"There were tremors rocking the entire ship!" Mina cried, and when she caught sight of 626, she sneered. "Is she up yet?"
A growl and a snarl answered her question. But she was quickly silenced by what looked to be a harpoon, long stick and pointy dangerous ends in all, held by one of the twenty men surrounding her. Whimpering, she looked to Tom. Tom only shook his head, at a loss of what to do. Should he help her? He would be considered mutinous by the more pessimistic members of the crew, and he couldn't help but want to fit in. But there it was. The problem. She wanted to fit in as well, and he was denying her the freedom and companionship she craved so he himself would fit in with people like himself. There was no one out there like her. But it was Jekyll who spoke up.
"You should not aim those spears at her, they only agitate her. I would know," He trailed off, leaving everyone to understand exactly what he meant. Nemo sighed.
"Take those away from her, but stay at a suitable distance." 626 gave Nemo and Jekyll a thankful look. "What are you doing in London, 626, causing enough havoc to make the Queen worry?"
The girl snickered, and shook her head. "Don't call me 626. I have a name. It's Angel. Rather ironic, don't you think?" Her voice was soft, silky, but rough and un-used all the same. She grinned again, baring her fangs. Some of the men holding spears stepped forward slightly. "Causing havoc? I thought journalists were over-reacting, but this is just too much." She laughed harshly. "I step into a street full of people, and you'd think I was the omen of a coming apocalypse. Everyone screams and runs, and the next morning, I'm in the paper. All I wanted to do was steal some bread,"
Nemo looked shocked. "They told us you feasted on human flesh," Her eyes widened in shock.
"Damn them! The only time I eat, not feast, on humans, is when I haven't eaten in a month and people are pestering me. Most of the time it's the drunkards who are always drunk. They go first. And believe me, I'd prefer a salad with a medium raw steak, with a slice of buttered bread. And the vinaigrette sauce on the steak? Very good. You must try it sometime." Again, everyone looked at her like she was crazy. She scoffed. "I'm civilized! I swear! I can read, I can write, I'm actually a poet at heart. I've read Shakespeare, for heaven's sake! Why does everyone think since I look different, I must act like a total heathen and barbarian? I don't run around drunk all the time, I don't prey upon the innocent, I don't do things that 'normal' people do! I swear it! Everyone's just Very prejudice."
Nemo coughed politely. "Are you done with your little rant, Angel? We need you to tell us your story."
Angel blanched. "You see, the problem there, is that they brainwashed me. I don't remember a thing about my past. All I remember is screaming, and being knocked unconscious. I then woke up when I was about to be placed in a huge tank. So don't ask me, ask those who actually KNOW." Everyone was shocked. They had thought.They had been wrong about her, then. Skinner stepped forward.
"I'm surprised she doesn't 'ave men at 'er every whim! She's an attractive one, she is." Mina scoffed, insulted.
"Skinner, you find paintings attractive, thank you." But Angel seemed to take Mina's comment to heart.
"You are lying, Skinner. You know I'm not attractive. Sorry, it won't work. I'm as ugly as they get. Scales? Wings? Snake eyes? I'm probably more ugly then a real snake." Sawyer began to shake his head, and Jekyll frowned.
"You are prejudice against yourself, as well, Angel. You are very attractive. And you know it."
Angel looked guiltily at her feet. "Well, I wouldn't know much, since mud reflections don't get you far in the reflection department. And I'm not. And no one is telling me different." Everyone shook their heads at her stubbornness, but did not say anything more on the subject. Tom, himself, was shocked. She wasn't ugly! She wasn't beautiful, she wasn't like, Mina, perhaps, but she was attractive all the same. She had a beautiful body, and some men considered outstanding eyes a turn-on. Hers weren't outstanding, they were mystical, beautiful, eerie, haunting, and interesting all at the same time. The yellowish-greenish color, instead of whites and an iris, and slits for pupils instead of the little black circles that most humans had. The scales were iridescent, reflecting everything back onto the room's walls. And because of all the lights, she shone. Her wings were just amazing, their length and width, just humungous. So Tom was unable to find a problem with her. Where was it? Why was being different so bad? But again, he had his answer. He seemed to be contradicted himself a lot today.Oh yeah, answer. She had been told her entire life that she was different, and that different was bad. Tom knew that he would think like her if he had been shunned his entire life because of his authenticity.
All she needed was a chance. And he had an idea.he wasn't sure if it would cost him his life or not, but a girl like her needed a chance. And Mina needed a friend. Another woman. Mina.Oh no, Sawyer. No need to go off and daydream now. Mina considers you a friend. I think, he wondered. But no, back to the task at hand.
"Nemo, Mina, Jekyll, Skinner, I think I have an idea. She should join the League."
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A/N: YAY!! MY LONGEST CHAPTER!!
By the ways, She's not a Mary-Sue, and Sawyer still likes Mina. Skinner is just lusting after her like he does EVERY other female, and Jekyll thinks of her as an equal. I'm not even going into Nemo. Uh uh. NO WAY. So PLEASE review, people!!!! PLEASEY PLEASEY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Please?
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