Twisted Shadows
Chapter Two - Broken Images of Pain
The runaway teenagers took refuge in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city.
Tommy had settled himself down in one of the darkened corners, staring out of a nearby window.
Nightshade, however, had contented herself to sitting high up in the rafters, under a window. She had a cross necklace around her neck, which, at the moment, she was holding over her heart, praying in a soft voice.
She was still frightened, though she knew Tommy would never let anyone harm her. Like an animal protecting it's family, he protected her in the same way.
The two were as close as any brother and sister that had been through tough times, but neither of them knew their familes. Both were taken from their mutant parents, not too long after their second birthdays.
Tommy and Nightshade had been 14-year-long mutant experiments and knew nothing of family, even though their captors like to try and make them believe that their captors were their family and that their real familes abandoned them at birth.
Nightshade leaned back against the wall and sighed. Her eyes slid closed and images began to form in front of them,
immediately.
((((((((((Dream Sequence))))))))))
The twisted darkness of the cold metal laboratory made the little figure inside shiver. A light shone on her back and there was a metal collar, attached by a rod to the ceiling, around her small neck.
She shivered uncontrollably, not from cold, but from fear. The girl was only two, with long black hair and big, adorable brown eyes. Her pale white skin had chillbumps forming all over it.
"Don't worry, baby, everything will be okay. You just be in a little bit of pain." Said a male voice, floating to her ears.
The girl started to cry and felt a needle stick into her back, injecting a burning liquid.
"I want my mom - -" She started, but it was quickly cut short and turned into a stifled squeak.
A tweezer-like object had grabbed onto the skin at the base of her neck. A small knife was making an incision, which the pain was being dulled a bit by the that had been liquid injected into her.
Tears began to fall down her pale white cheeks in small streams.
Both objects were removed and a pair of tweezers, holding a small chip, came back up.
The doctor grabbed ahold of the skin, with gloved hands, and the chip under the skin.
He sewed the small incision back up perfectly and pulled off his gloves and protective shirt covering. He, then, took the collar off of the girl.
"Now, you'll be a very good little girl from now on." He said, smirking, picking the girl up and leaving the room.
((((((((((End Dream Sequence))))))))))
Professor Charles Xavier came out of the big, round chamber, called Cerebro, looking a bit concerned about something.
He rolled his chair to the living room and gazed at the assembly of adult mutants, the X-Men.
"Is there something wrong, Professor?" Cyclops asked.
"Yes, I have found the location of two young mutants. The strange part is, that they have the same abilities as three of you." Xavier said, looking at each and every X-Man.
"Which ones?" Rogue asked, holding onto Wolverine's hand.
"One has a variation of Rogue and Logan's, while the other has all of Kurt's and one of Logan's." Xavier replied. "I want Storm, Kurt, Logan, and Rogue to go get them and bring them back here. But be warned, they are frightened and will do just about anything to protect each other if threatened. People have already been killed."
"What do we do if they attack us, Charles?" Storm asked.
"You will retaliate, but only if necessary to keep yourselves alive. I would prefer them unharmed when they get here."
Xavier replied, darkly.
"We will try not to harm them, then." Kurt said, looking thoughtful.
"Please see that you don't." The professor said, taking a sideways glance at Wolverine.
Chapter Two - Broken Images of Pain
The runaway teenagers took refuge in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city.
Tommy had settled himself down in one of the darkened corners, staring out of a nearby window.
Nightshade, however, had contented herself to sitting high up in the rafters, under a window. She had a cross necklace around her neck, which, at the moment, she was holding over her heart, praying in a soft voice.
She was still frightened, though she knew Tommy would never let anyone harm her. Like an animal protecting it's family, he protected her in the same way.
The two were as close as any brother and sister that had been through tough times, but neither of them knew their familes. Both were taken from their mutant parents, not too long after their second birthdays.
Tommy and Nightshade had been 14-year-long mutant experiments and knew nothing of family, even though their captors like to try and make them believe that their captors were their family and that their real familes abandoned them at birth.
Nightshade leaned back against the wall and sighed. Her eyes slid closed and images began to form in front of them,
immediately.
((((((((((Dream Sequence))))))))))
The twisted darkness of the cold metal laboratory made the little figure inside shiver. A light shone on her back and there was a metal collar, attached by a rod to the ceiling, around her small neck.
She shivered uncontrollably, not from cold, but from fear. The girl was only two, with long black hair and big, adorable brown eyes. Her pale white skin had chillbumps forming all over it.
"Don't worry, baby, everything will be okay. You just be in a little bit of pain." Said a male voice, floating to her ears.
The girl started to cry and felt a needle stick into her back, injecting a burning liquid.
"I want my mom - -" She started, but it was quickly cut short and turned into a stifled squeak.
A tweezer-like object had grabbed onto the skin at the base of her neck. A small knife was making an incision, which the pain was being dulled a bit by the that had been liquid injected into her.
Tears began to fall down her pale white cheeks in small streams.
Both objects were removed and a pair of tweezers, holding a small chip, came back up.
The doctor grabbed ahold of the skin, with gloved hands, and the chip under the skin.
He sewed the small incision back up perfectly and pulled off his gloves and protective shirt covering. He, then, took the collar off of the girl.
"Now, you'll be a very good little girl from now on." He said, smirking, picking the girl up and leaving the room.
((((((((((End Dream Sequence))))))))))
Professor Charles Xavier came out of the big, round chamber, called Cerebro, looking a bit concerned about something.
He rolled his chair to the living room and gazed at the assembly of adult mutants, the X-Men.
"Is there something wrong, Professor?" Cyclops asked.
"Yes, I have found the location of two young mutants. The strange part is, that they have the same abilities as three of you." Xavier said, looking at each and every X-Man.
"Which ones?" Rogue asked, holding onto Wolverine's hand.
"One has a variation of Rogue and Logan's, while the other has all of Kurt's and one of Logan's." Xavier replied. "I want Storm, Kurt, Logan, and Rogue to go get them and bring them back here. But be warned, they are frightened and will do just about anything to protect each other if threatened. People have already been killed."
"What do we do if they attack us, Charles?" Storm asked.
"You will retaliate, but only if necessary to keep yourselves alive. I would prefer them unharmed when they get here."
Xavier replied, darkly.
"We will try not to harm them, then." Kurt said, looking thoughtful.
"Please see that you don't." The professor said, taking a sideways glance at Wolverine.