Guess what? I'm still sorry freckles! I didn't know! This chappie is for
you because I still feel stupid for thinking you were a girl! Oh, and in
response to your review question: Yes, these ideas just pop into my mind,
either that or it's the result of too much sugar ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, but Jennifer, Timothy, and Huntress are
mine. Oh! and any mutant you don't recognize is probably mine too.
Chapter Thirteen
Gathering Prey
Huntress had been stalking her prey for three hours straight but still hadn't caught him.
"Huntress likes to play with her prey before capturing it," Doctor Burrow had explained when Huntress' new owner had questioned her skills.
Huntress purred at the thought of sinking her tranquilizing fangs into her victim's neck.
Her prey was a young boy who had just begun to mutate, his powers of electrical manipulation had just been picked up on her new owner's tracking device last night.
Her prey was now sitting on a bench in the middle of Central Park, talking to a young lady about his powers.
Huntress' eyes glowed red as she gathered herself for the pounce. An optic blast scorched the ground at her feet, startling her and causing her to let out a snarl.
A young mutant who was wearing a red visor and a colorful costume was standing a few feet away from her.
Huntress scanned her memory banks of mutants to capture. This young mutant was not among them. She snarled and lunged for the young mutant but was knocked back by an optic blast to her middle.
She let out a wounded howl and lunged again. Her attacker had no time to react as she bit into his exposed neck. The tranquilizers that had been installed in place of her usual fangs sunk deep into his skin. The young mutant let out a grown and sank to the ground, unconscious.
Huntress was knocked against the ground by an unknown force as another young mutant, this one a red haired girl, strode up beside her fallen comrade.
Once again Huntress scanned her memory banks. This mutant was not in them either. She snarled as she found that she could not move her limbs because of some unseen force field that surrounded her.
"Professor," the redhead was speaking in communication device, "we have intercepted the cat and Kitty has taken James Ruden to the Blackbird. Should we bring the cat with us? Yes professor, we'll be right there."
Huntress yowled and tried to kick out as unseen hands lifted her up and carried her to an impressive black jet. The redhead and some short muscular man, yet another mutant that Huntress couldn't find in her memory banks, were bending over the first mutant and together carried him into the jet after her.
Huntress yowled again to display her discomfort to these strange humans. No one paid any attention to her except for the redhead, who was constantly looking over her shoulder at the cat as the jet rose in the air and headed towards Westchester.
Huntress decided she was going to have to go with these people so she might as well get a good look at them. Her gaze swept over the seven mutants that were sitting in the jet.
The short muscular one was at the controls of the jet with the redhead. The mutant with a visor was stretched acrossed two seats and a petite brunette, also a mutant, was wiping his brow with a cold compress. This young mutant was is her memory banks though. Young Miss Katherine Pryde; she had the ability to phase herself through solid objects and was fiftieth on Huntress' list of mutants to capture.
Of the other mutants that were in the jet there was James Ruden, whom Huntress had been stalking, a young dark skinned boy with blond hair, who was not in Huntress' memory banks, and last but not least, a small golden haired boy with sea green eyes.
Huntress' eyes lit red again as her memory banks pulled up this boy's file.
Timothy Morlund, brother to Jerry Morlund, had the ability to morph into any number of mythical beasts at will.
He was closer to the top of her list than Miss Pryde had been, because his powers were not fully developed yet and because he was the brother of the escaped mutant: Jerry Morlund, a.k.a. Wave.
This mutant was trying to bury himself in his seat, twiddling his thumbs and staring out the window.
Huntress purred appreciatively. Maybe she would find more mutants that she was to capture at this place where these people were taking her. Then she could escape and bring her prizes to her new master.
James Ruden had heard Huntress' purr and was staring at the immobilized cat.
"What was that going to do to me?" he asked the dark skinned boy.
"We're not sure," the other boy replied. "The professor thinks she has been programmed to bring mutants to someone, but he doesn't know where she was supposed to take them yet."
"You said she is part machine right?" James pressed. "She looks just like a normal leopard, how do you think they did that?"
The dark skinned boy shrugged.
"Guess we'll find out when we get back to the Institute," he replied.
That was the end of any further conversation for the rest of the trip. The jet bumped slightly as it landed in the hidden hanger, causing Huntress to snarl.
"Aw shut up," the muscular man grunted as he unbuckled his seat belt and exited the jet.
The young man with visor had woken up during the trip and he and the other mutants followed the burly man out of the jet. The red haired girl was the last to go, and she had a look of intense concentration on her face as she stared at Huntress. All of a sudden, the big cat was once again lifted by invisible hands and taken out of the jet.
There was a large metal cage sitting on the floor of the hanger and Huntress was gently laid inside of it. The forcefield surrounding her didn't slacken until the burly man had shut and bolted the cage door.
As soon as the force field vanished, Huntress leapt to her feet and snarled at the mutants gathered around her cage. She batted at the cage door, but to no avail, her tranquilizer claws were of no use against the metal bars of the door.
"Do you think it'll be alright until we've talked with the professor?" the burly man asked the redhead.
"I think she'll be okay," the redhead replied and the seven mutants left the hanger, turning out the lights behind them.
Huntress snarled and mentally sent a distress signal on the radio that had been wired into her mind.
"Sir," several miles away, a corporal was racing down the hallways of the Friends Of Humanity center to find his commanding officer.
"What is it corporal?" barked the crusty old major.
"Sir," the corporal gasped, "we've picked up a distress signal from project Huntress."
"Where is the signal coming from?" the major wanted to know.
"Westchester, Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters."
Oooohh! The suspense! Yes, thirteen is an unlucky number, (no offense freckles! That's just what I need, something else to be embarrassed about), but I am going to leave you like this for a little bit. Not too long! Don't get worried!
Chapter Thirteen
Gathering Prey
Huntress had been stalking her prey for three hours straight but still hadn't caught him.
"Huntress likes to play with her prey before capturing it," Doctor Burrow had explained when Huntress' new owner had questioned her skills.
Huntress purred at the thought of sinking her tranquilizing fangs into her victim's neck.
Her prey was a young boy who had just begun to mutate, his powers of electrical manipulation had just been picked up on her new owner's tracking device last night.
Her prey was now sitting on a bench in the middle of Central Park, talking to a young lady about his powers.
Huntress' eyes glowed red as she gathered herself for the pounce. An optic blast scorched the ground at her feet, startling her and causing her to let out a snarl.
A young mutant who was wearing a red visor and a colorful costume was standing a few feet away from her.
Huntress scanned her memory banks of mutants to capture. This young mutant was not among them. She snarled and lunged for the young mutant but was knocked back by an optic blast to her middle.
She let out a wounded howl and lunged again. Her attacker had no time to react as she bit into his exposed neck. The tranquilizers that had been installed in place of her usual fangs sunk deep into his skin. The young mutant let out a grown and sank to the ground, unconscious.
Huntress was knocked against the ground by an unknown force as another young mutant, this one a red haired girl, strode up beside her fallen comrade.
Once again Huntress scanned her memory banks. This mutant was not in them either. She snarled as she found that she could not move her limbs because of some unseen force field that surrounded her.
"Professor," the redhead was speaking in communication device, "we have intercepted the cat and Kitty has taken James Ruden to the Blackbird. Should we bring the cat with us? Yes professor, we'll be right there."
Huntress yowled and tried to kick out as unseen hands lifted her up and carried her to an impressive black jet. The redhead and some short muscular man, yet another mutant that Huntress couldn't find in her memory banks, were bending over the first mutant and together carried him into the jet after her.
Huntress yowled again to display her discomfort to these strange humans. No one paid any attention to her except for the redhead, who was constantly looking over her shoulder at the cat as the jet rose in the air and headed towards Westchester.
Huntress decided she was going to have to go with these people so she might as well get a good look at them. Her gaze swept over the seven mutants that were sitting in the jet.
The short muscular one was at the controls of the jet with the redhead. The mutant with a visor was stretched acrossed two seats and a petite brunette, also a mutant, was wiping his brow with a cold compress. This young mutant was is her memory banks though. Young Miss Katherine Pryde; she had the ability to phase herself through solid objects and was fiftieth on Huntress' list of mutants to capture.
Of the other mutants that were in the jet there was James Ruden, whom Huntress had been stalking, a young dark skinned boy with blond hair, who was not in Huntress' memory banks, and last but not least, a small golden haired boy with sea green eyes.
Huntress' eyes lit red again as her memory banks pulled up this boy's file.
Timothy Morlund, brother to Jerry Morlund, had the ability to morph into any number of mythical beasts at will.
He was closer to the top of her list than Miss Pryde had been, because his powers were not fully developed yet and because he was the brother of the escaped mutant: Jerry Morlund, a.k.a. Wave.
This mutant was trying to bury himself in his seat, twiddling his thumbs and staring out the window.
Huntress purred appreciatively. Maybe she would find more mutants that she was to capture at this place where these people were taking her. Then she could escape and bring her prizes to her new master.
James Ruden had heard Huntress' purr and was staring at the immobilized cat.
"What was that going to do to me?" he asked the dark skinned boy.
"We're not sure," the other boy replied. "The professor thinks she has been programmed to bring mutants to someone, but he doesn't know where she was supposed to take them yet."
"You said she is part machine right?" James pressed. "She looks just like a normal leopard, how do you think they did that?"
The dark skinned boy shrugged.
"Guess we'll find out when we get back to the Institute," he replied.
That was the end of any further conversation for the rest of the trip. The jet bumped slightly as it landed in the hidden hanger, causing Huntress to snarl.
"Aw shut up," the muscular man grunted as he unbuckled his seat belt and exited the jet.
The young man with visor had woken up during the trip and he and the other mutants followed the burly man out of the jet. The red haired girl was the last to go, and she had a look of intense concentration on her face as she stared at Huntress. All of a sudden, the big cat was once again lifted by invisible hands and taken out of the jet.
There was a large metal cage sitting on the floor of the hanger and Huntress was gently laid inside of it. The forcefield surrounding her didn't slacken until the burly man had shut and bolted the cage door.
As soon as the force field vanished, Huntress leapt to her feet and snarled at the mutants gathered around her cage. She batted at the cage door, but to no avail, her tranquilizer claws were of no use against the metal bars of the door.
"Do you think it'll be alright until we've talked with the professor?" the burly man asked the redhead.
"I think she'll be okay," the redhead replied and the seven mutants left the hanger, turning out the lights behind them.
Huntress snarled and mentally sent a distress signal on the radio that had been wired into her mind.
"Sir," several miles away, a corporal was racing down the hallways of the Friends Of Humanity center to find his commanding officer.
"What is it corporal?" barked the crusty old major.
"Sir," the corporal gasped, "we've picked up a distress signal from project Huntress."
"Where is the signal coming from?" the major wanted to know.
"Westchester, Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters."
Oooohh! The suspense! Yes, thirteen is an unlucky number, (no offense freckles! That's just what I need, something else to be embarrassed about), but I am going to leave you like this for a little bit. Not too long! Don't get worried!