Authors Note: This is an Alternate Universe story, feauturing Cable, Jean Grey, Racheal Summers, Mr. Siniters and more. It will be slightly slow paced at first, hope everyone enjoys it.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of Marvel's characters, please dont sue.
The Askani
"DIE! YOU ALL WILL DIE!!!" screamed the young woman who was thrashing on the floor, constricted by a strait jacket, with metal rings fitted across her shoulders, wrists and legs. She had dirt and scrapes on her face, from struggling with the hospital staff numerous times, while being pinned to the ground. She was missing locks of her dark red hair, which the staff noted that she torn out herself. And her lower lip was bleeding. But most disturbingly were her eyes. Most of the time they looked hollowed showing no signs of life, but now and than they would have a brief flash of crimson in them. However no notes were made of this.
"Please sweetheart," whimpered a young nurse, who was holding her shoulders steady and tilting her head back, exposing her neck to the other nurse. "Hold still."
"This will make the pain go away." Said the other nurse, as if she was coaxing a dog into its kennel for a ride to the vet. She carefully moved the hypodermic needle around a bit, making sure she would be able to prick the right area of the girl's neck, than suddenly made a quick thrust and pushed the fluids from the needle into the girl's neck.
The young woman let out a half scream, half roar as the nurse drew the needle out, and she stopped struggling and twitched every couple seconds. The nurse who was holding the girl to the floor relaxed her grip on her and backed up and rose from the ground slowly, cautiously. "Do you....do you think that dosage did the trick?"
"I hope so. If we go any higher, it would be serious grounds for malpractice." Responded the other nurse as she placed a cap over the needle and than began to write on a clipboard she carried with her and began mumbling to herself; "Patient #463..... day 97.....dosage ...stable."
Suddenly the young woman stopped twitching, and began to scream and moan again. She looked up at the nurses and her eyes flashed crimson for a second, and she screamed at them; ASHES....ALL OF YOU AND YOUR WORLD WILL BE ASHES UNDER MY FEET!!!"
The younger nurse let out a startled gasp and backed up to the door quickly as the other nurse calmly backed up a few feet and scribbles something out on her clipboard and sighs in frustration. "Miss Jean Grey...day 97....no change."
Both nurses walked out of Jean's room, leaving her screaming about universes dying and sun growing cold. The older nurse secured the door with the massive sliding metal beam, ensuring that the patient could not escape. And the younger one just stared at the red heading woman in the room as the door shut. "Why doesn't the tranquilizer have any effect on her? The dosage is enough to drop an elephant, dead during a charge." The younger nurse asked.
"I don't know." Replied the older nurse as she finished writing on the clipboard. "Some people have an incredible amount of stamina, and their body's immune system just somehow resist the tranq."
"Have you ever seen something like this before?" asked the younger nurse still staring at the door, as if she was trying to look trough it to see the patient.
"Actually, only one other time. Some war survivor, short and hairy, acted like an animal. We gave him the highest dosage that you could put in a single needle. No effect." Said the nurse as she removed the report from the clipboard and walked over to the main counter and dropped it in a basket.
"Where is he now?" asked the younger nurse, catching up.
"Not sure, some say he is still here, in the D Block. Others say he broke out and ran away. No one is telling anyone anything." She wiped her brow and looked up at the clock and sighed. "I am going to get some coffee, you coming?"
"No, I still have a few other patients to attend to, I'll see you later tonight."
"Ok hun, have a good time." Said the older nurse as she walked off to the break room, leaving the other nurse to gather the files she will need for her night patients.
As she sorted them into what order she would visit them, she suddenly jumped a little as someone tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned around she came to face a man in his late twenties, but with already white hair, and a scar going across his left eye. "Oh, Dr. Dayspring. You spooked me." She exhaled slightly smiling.
"Sorry, a nasty habit of mine. And please, call me Nathan or Nate. Dr. Dayspring just sounds too formal for my tastes."
"Right, sorry Nathan. How are you tonight?"
"Not a problem Mandy, and I am doing fine."
"What are you doing on B Block? All your patients are on A Block."
"We were out of neuroapinephrine, and I came down here to see if you had any to spare in the mixing lab."
"Sure, I think we have a few bottles of it in the lab, help yourself." She said as she began to walk off to her patients.
"Mandy? One more thing?"
"Yes?"
"Who is the girl in that room? The one you just came out of?" asked Nathan, nodding to the door.
Mandy winced and frowned a little. "Sorry Nathan, everything about her is confidential, she is one of Dr. Essex's patients, and Barbara and I just give her, her daily dosage, and write the results. Truth is, that's all we ever do with her, and so even if I could tell you something, I don't really know anything about her."
"Ah, ok. Have a good night Mandy." Said Nathan, looking at the door.
"You too, Nate." Responded Mandy as she walked off.
"Dr. Essex." Mumbled Nathan to himself as he walked back to A Block, without getting the neuroapinephrine.
"Block D, sector three?"
"Clear."
"Block D, sector four?"
"Clear."
"And that's a wrap" said Cliff as he sat back, looking away from the video monitors, and began to read his book.
His partner, Mark, simply tilted his hat forwards and leaned back as if too take a nap. "Not a bad job, night shift, mental ward, paid to sit around and occasionally watch the monitors."
"Mmhmm." Mumbled Cliff, engrossed in his book.
"That should do the trick." Nathan mumbled to himself as he hit a few keys on his laptop and watched the digital security camera pivot back and forth, without the 'motion detector' going off. He looked at the screen again and read to himself quietly; "Camera's for A and B block, are now frozen." He than got up, and walked with ease to the main desk in B Block, the camera's not detecting him.
At the desk he looked in the filing cabinets and flipped through all the files, looking for one in particular. "Here we go, room one-thirty seven." He took the file out of the drawer and opened it.
As he flipped through the papers in the file his eyes widened and narrowed. He took out his cell phone and turned its camera mode on, and took pictures of several of the papers. Than turned it off and put the file away thinking out loud. "Well, this is getting interesting."