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Chapter Seven- Device
Lance let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He cut it short a few weeks ago but he hadn't washed it in three days, so it was a little bit greasy.
They still hadn't found anything. There was nothing that indicated that there was any sort of mutant concentration camps south of New York.
They had been looking for a little over than a year and a half now. Lance even wondered if his friends were still alive.
'Of course they are,' he scolded himself mentally, 'They're stronger than that. They ain't gonna let a bunch of pussies order them around.'
Currently, seven other people were helping right now. Lance still couldn't believe he was working with the X-Men. He was still part of the Brotherhood, he wouldn't join the team if his life depended on it. It wasn't like he was still fawning over Kitty.
Lance glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He scowled. The big oaf was with her, and of course he was as silent as a mute. He couldn't see what Kitty saw in that guy. Did they even talk to each other?
Angel joined the team about eight or nine months ago, he couldn't remember. He was currently at his house in New York City, looking for information there.
The Professor was of course working tirelessly with Cerebro to find the mutants. Rogue and Colossus were searching through all kinds of documents. Gambit and Kitty were looking for anything they could find on computers, since both of them could easily hack into one. Kitty did major in her computer classes, after all and then went to some sort of college where they studied with technology and crap. Lance couldn't really remember.
Wanda had also been working very hard, too. Her first method was threatening to hex any suspicious looking people if they didn't say anything, but the Professor dissuaded her from doing that, telling her there were much better methods of looking.
Beast was also looking for anything, being a near genius. He wasn't having much success either.
Logan was doing it all the old-fashioned way: look. He just took off on his motorcycle and starting sniffing around areas. Lance hoped he was having more luck than they were.
Lance sighed again and looked back at all the papers that had been printed out with Wanda. Nope. Nothing.
The Professor caught their attention however, making some sort of noise that sounded like a strangled gasp and he leaned forward eagerly, squinting his eyes. Everybody was watching him now, looking at him with anxious expressions.
"Professor?" Colossus asked hesitantly. So he DID speak.
"Cerebro just detected a brief use of Quicksilver's powers."
Lance stood up abruptly and scrambled over to the Professor; Wanda just as eagerly followed him, her face mixed with hope and worry.
"It is not a clear reading, however. I have never been able to get one for him. He's simply too fast, but this is a start," the Professor said.
Wanda looked disappointed. Lance admitted that he was too. Why did everything have to be like this?
The Professor sighed, "I think we should take a short break. Sam wants to help look too, but he has to go to work first. We will continue searching and an hour or so."
They all reluctantly nodded and the Professor pushed a button on the screen to make sure that it was still searching for the mutants while they weren't there.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trask scowled at the man in front of him: Dr. Natasha Kolesnikov. She was Russian, and looked very stern and a person you shouldn't get angry with you. She had short, dark blonde hair and hard brown eyes. She was a genius and Trask was thankful to her for one thing.
The devices she invented.
There was one particular device Trask was rather quite fond of. She invented a certain chip, a chip that you insert inside of a mutant's skull, and then you can locate them about anywhere, as long as the mutant in question is in a three hundred yard radius. It was better than not being able to locate them at all.
It would also make the mutant black out until you are ready for them to gain consciousness, unless you leave them be for about twelve hours.
"Who do you plan on putting zem in, Trask?" asked Dr. Kolesnikov coldly.
Trask looked at her incredulously. "I plan on putting them in all of the mutants!"
"I do not know if ze chip is effective or not," she said, her voice raising slightly at each word, "I suggest you have a few mutants test it."
"Fine," Trask snarled, extremely impatient.
"I vill choose ze mutants. I could test it on six of zem," she said icily, straightening her lab coat a little bit.
"What?!" Trask hollered. He did not want this woman in control.
Her cold gray eyes pierced his dark ones. "I vill choose or you vill not have zem implanted in ze mutants at all!"
Trask's face was contorted with rage. This was not going well for him.
"I vill choose today. I need to be showed around and see ze mutants and zen I vill look at zere files."
"Fine," Trask spat. "If you would follow me, Dr. Kolesnikov."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Vhat is zis one's name?" she asked, looking at a dark-skinned mutant male that was sitting against the wall of the cell before her.
Trask flipped through the papers on his clipboard. "Roberto Da Costa," he muttered.
"Vhat is his power?"
"He absorbs solar-energy. When he changes his form he has super-strength," Trask said.
"Him."
Trask made a checkmark on one of the papers on his clipboard.
"Zis one?" she pointed to another mutant. This one was female, with green eyes and long, green hair that might have been shining and beautiful before she came to that place.
"Lorna Dane."
"Power?"
"Controls metals. She can be very powerful. There is another mutant whose powers are very similar to hers. *Magneto*. He's much more dangerous, and much more powerful."
"Her." Check.
They came checked more cells until they stopped at another one.
"Zis one?"
Trask sighed. "Theresa Rourke Cassidy. Lets out a sonic scream. Could break things with it, and I believe she can fly by using the screams."
"And ze one vith her?"
"Sally Blevins. Has the ability to create frictionless force fields around her and others. Boyfriend is Russell Collins, who is here also."
"Both of zem." Check.
They moved three cells down. "How about ze male?"
"J.E. 'Ric' Richter. Can create vibrations in the earth and is immune to them."
"Him." Check.
They kept walking down, Dr. Kolesnikov shaking her head at each one. They stopped.
"Zis one?"
"Jubilation Lee. Creates so-called 'Fireworks' or globules."
"No."
They kept walking.
"Zis one?"
"Pietro Maximoff. Super-speed."
"Him." Check.
"There is also some evidence that he is Magneto's son."
Kolesnikov raised an eyebrow. "Really? Zat is interesting."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was amazing how much weight you could loose in such a short span of time. Pietro had always been skinny, although he had been working out and developing muscles before they took him and Todd to prison. He was just as skinny now as his seventeen-year old self. He hated it.
Jean was rather skinnier than she had been too. She always had been slim, with the perfect figure and everything. Now, they almost looked like corpses.
Pietro let out a frustrated sigh and ran a shaky hand through his white hair. That too, changed. It was now longer, more like a 'shag' than anything else. Nobody knew how wavy his hair actually was except himself, Wanda, Magneto, and now Jean. He desperately wanted it cut.
They heard footsteps walking down the corridor. It sounded like about six agents. Pietro shrank farther into his dark corner, not wanting to get their attention. Jean did the same.
They did not pass their cell, however, they stopped right in front of it. One of the guards pressed the buttons on a security lock next to the opening. It opened.
"Come on, Quickie, you're going somewhere," he ordered. Pietro scoffed. He didn't move.
They stepped in. Roughly grabbing his arm, he yanked Pietro up into a standing position, nearly ripping the arm out of its socket. Pietro let out a short yelp.
The arm was painfully twisted behind his back. They pushed him out the door. As he was being down the corridor, Pietro looked around at the cells frantically, trying to see if he could get a glimpse of Todd.
No sign of him.
Next thing Pietro knew, he was being shoved into a room. He looked around, slightly dazed; his eyes squinted against the bright light.
"Hello, Quicksilver."
It was Trask. Pietro let out a growl. He began to struggle slightly against the guard, but he was too weak at the moment.
"Lock the door. Take off his collar."
Pietro's eyes widened when he felt the hard metal being removed from his neck. He stood stock still for a while, and then he went to run at Trask full speed. He did not notice someone had a strong grip on his arm.
He was surprised when he didn't go far at all and was snapped back. He let out an agonized yell when he felt his right arm ripped from his socket.
Trask smirked.
"Put ze collar back on, Trask." A woman with dark black glasses and a tight bun said.
Trask nodded to the woman. "Sure thing, Dr. Ivanov. Are you pleased with the mutants your sister picked?"
"I am pleased," she said. "Zis is our last one?"
"Yes."
"I am ready."
And the last thing Pietro felt and knew was that something was being jabbed into the back of his neck.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hello! Here's chapter seven! Sorry if I get the Russian accent wrong.
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Chapter Seven- Device
Lance let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He cut it short a few weeks ago but he hadn't washed it in three days, so it was a little bit greasy.
They still hadn't found anything. There was nothing that indicated that there was any sort of mutant concentration camps south of New York.
They had been looking for a little over than a year and a half now. Lance even wondered if his friends were still alive.
'Of course they are,' he scolded himself mentally, 'They're stronger than that. They ain't gonna let a bunch of pussies order them around.'
Currently, seven other people were helping right now. Lance still couldn't believe he was working with the X-Men. He was still part of the Brotherhood, he wouldn't join the team if his life depended on it. It wasn't like he was still fawning over Kitty.
Lance glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He scowled. The big oaf was with her, and of course he was as silent as a mute. He couldn't see what Kitty saw in that guy. Did they even talk to each other?
Angel joined the team about eight or nine months ago, he couldn't remember. He was currently at his house in New York City, looking for information there.
The Professor was of course working tirelessly with Cerebro to find the mutants. Rogue and Colossus were searching through all kinds of documents. Gambit and Kitty were looking for anything they could find on computers, since both of them could easily hack into one. Kitty did major in her computer classes, after all and then went to some sort of college where they studied with technology and crap. Lance couldn't really remember.
Wanda had also been working very hard, too. Her first method was threatening to hex any suspicious looking people if they didn't say anything, but the Professor dissuaded her from doing that, telling her there were much better methods of looking.
Beast was also looking for anything, being a near genius. He wasn't having much success either.
Logan was doing it all the old-fashioned way: look. He just took off on his motorcycle and starting sniffing around areas. Lance hoped he was having more luck than they were.
Lance sighed again and looked back at all the papers that had been printed out with Wanda. Nope. Nothing.
The Professor caught their attention however, making some sort of noise that sounded like a strangled gasp and he leaned forward eagerly, squinting his eyes. Everybody was watching him now, looking at him with anxious expressions.
"Professor?" Colossus asked hesitantly. So he DID speak.
"Cerebro just detected a brief use of Quicksilver's powers."
Lance stood up abruptly and scrambled over to the Professor; Wanda just as eagerly followed him, her face mixed with hope and worry.
"It is not a clear reading, however. I have never been able to get one for him. He's simply too fast, but this is a start," the Professor said.
Wanda looked disappointed. Lance admitted that he was too. Why did everything have to be like this?
The Professor sighed, "I think we should take a short break. Sam wants to help look too, but he has to go to work first. We will continue searching and an hour or so."
They all reluctantly nodded and the Professor pushed a button on the screen to make sure that it was still searching for the mutants while they weren't there.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trask scowled at the man in front of him: Dr. Natasha Kolesnikov. She was Russian, and looked very stern and a person you shouldn't get angry with you. She had short, dark blonde hair and hard brown eyes. She was a genius and Trask was thankful to her for one thing.
The devices she invented.
There was one particular device Trask was rather quite fond of. She invented a certain chip, a chip that you insert inside of a mutant's skull, and then you can locate them about anywhere, as long as the mutant in question is in a three hundred yard radius. It was better than not being able to locate them at all.
It would also make the mutant black out until you are ready for them to gain consciousness, unless you leave them be for about twelve hours.
"Who do you plan on putting zem in, Trask?" asked Dr. Kolesnikov coldly.
Trask looked at her incredulously. "I plan on putting them in all of the mutants!"
"I do not know if ze chip is effective or not," she said, her voice raising slightly at each word, "I suggest you have a few mutants test it."
"Fine," Trask snarled, extremely impatient.
"I vill choose ze mutants. I could test it on six of zem," she said icily, straightening her lab coat a little bit.
"What?!" Trask hollered. He did not want this woman in control.
Her cold gray eyes pierced his dark ones. "I vill choose or you vill not have zem implanted in ze mutants at all!"
Trask's face was contorted with rage. This was not going well for him.
"I vill choose today. I need to be showed around and see ze mutants and zen I vill look at zere files."
"Fine," Trask spat. "If you would follow me, Dr. Kolesnikov."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Vhat is zis one's name?" she asked, looking at a dark-skinned mutant male that was sitting against the wall of the cell before her.
Trask flipped through the papers on his clipboard. "Roberto Da Costa," he muttered.
"Vhat is his power?"
"He absorbs solar-energy. When he changes his form he has super-strength," Trask said.
"Him."
Trask made a checkmark on one of the papers on his clipboard.
"Zis one?" she pointed to another mutant. This one was female, with green eyes and long, green hair that might have been shining and beautiful before she came to that place.
"Lorna Dane."
"Power?"
"Controls metals. She can be very powerful. There is another mutant whose powers are very similar to hers. *Magneto*. He's much more dangerous, and much more powerful."
"Her." Check.
They came checked more cells until they stopped at another one.
"Zis one?"
Trask sighed. "Theresa Rourke Cassidy. Lets out a sonic scream. Could break things with it, and I believe she can fly by using the screams."
"And ze one vith her?"
"Sally Blevins. Has the ability to create frictionless force fields around her and others. Boyfriend is Russell Collins, who is here also."
"Both of zem." Check.
They moved three cells down. "How about ze male?"
"J.E. 'Ric' Richter. Can create vibrations in the earth and is immune to them."
"Him." Check.
They kept walking down, Dr. Kolesnikov shaking her head at each one. They stopped.
"Zis one?"
"Jubilation Lee. Creates so-called 'Fireworks' or globules."
"No."
They kept walking.
"Zis one?"
"Pietro Maximoff. Super-speed."
"Him." Check.
"There is also some evidence that he is Magneto's son."
Kolesnikov raised an eyebrow. "Really? Zat is interesting."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was amazing how much weight you could loose in such a short span of time. Pietro had always been skinny, although he had been working out and developing muscles before they took him and Todd to prison. He was just as skinny now as his seventeen-year old self. He hated it.
Jean was rather skinnier than she had been too. She always had been slim, with the perfect figure and everything. Now, they almost looked like corpses.
Pietro let out a frustrated sigh and ran a shaky hand through his white hair. That too, changed. It was now longer, more like a 'shag' than anything else. Nobody knew how wavy his hair actually was except himself, Wanda, Magneto, and now Jean. He desperately wanted it cut.
They heard footsteps walking down the corridor. It sounded like about six agents. Pietro shrank farther into his dark corner, not wanting to get their attention. Jean did the same.
They did not pass their cell, however, they stopped right in front of it. One of the guards pressed the buttons on a security lock next to the opening. It opened.
"Come on, Quickie, you're going somewhere," he ordered. Pietro scoffed. He didn't move.
They stepped in. Roughly grabbing his arm, he yanked Pietro up into a standing position, nearly ripping the arm out of its socket. Pietro let out a short yelp.
The arm was painfully twisted behind his back. They pushed him out the door. As he was being down the corridor, Pietro looked around at the cells frantically, trying to see if he could get a glimpse of Todd.
No sign of him.
Next thing Pietro knew, he was being shoved into a room. He looked around, slightly dazed; his eyes squinted against the bright light.
"Hello, Quicksilver."
It was Trask. Pietro let out a growl. He began to struggle slightly against the guard, but he was too weak at the moment.
"Lock the door. Take off his collar."
Pietro's eyes widened when he felt the hard metal being removed from his neck. He stood stock still for a while, and then he went to run at Trask full speed. He did not notice someone had a strong grip on his arm.
He was surprised when he didn't go far at all and was snapped back. He let out an agonized yell when he felt his right arm ripped from his socket.
Trask smirked.
"Put ze collar back on, Trask." A woman with dark black glasses and a tight bun said.
Trask nodded to the woman. "Sure thing, Dr. Ivanov. Are you pleased with the mutants your sister picked?"
"I am pleased," she said. "Zis is our last one?"
"Yes."
"I am ready."
And the last thing Pietro felt and knew was that something was being jabbed into the back of his neck.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hello! Here's chapter seven! Sorry if I get the Russian accent wrong.
LiLRogue- Wolverine plushie will come in the mail in about 18 months. If not, I'm terribly sorry, it probably got lost. Thanks for your review! Please keep it up!
S. Mark Gunther- This story isn't going to be filled with pairings. Sorry. Definitely not Amara/Pyro because I can NEVER see that happening. She's lava. He's fire. There MIGHT be Todd/Wanda FRIENDship IF he makes it out alive *inserts evil laugh* Thanks for your review! Please keep it up!
Also thanks for reviewing- sPoOkZ13412, I Am The Anonymous Reviewer, rosie, Evilbunnys-playmate, and la cour de belles fleurs.
Cookies to all who review!