Hey everyone! Wow, chapter 13 . . . we're almost done! Only 5 more chapters and an epilogue. It's so bittersweet . . .
IMPORTANT NOTE: Okay, so I can't say too much right now, but in this chapter Dr. Essex will discuss his plan. It is gonna sound ALOT like another X-men baddies plan. Now, I came up with this idea as my plot months ago and just realized this week how it's basically that idea, with some differences. I'm big enough to admit it. I'm not going to be rude and say, "Well, screw them, I'll just pretend I didn't know."
Just for clarification and so no one sends my nasty reviews claiming I'm plagiarizing: I KNOW THAT SINISTER'S PLAN IS LIKE ONE FROM AN X-MEN: EVO EPISODE. I GIVE THOSE WRITERS ALL THE CREDIT FOR THEIR INGENIOUS PLOT.
If none of you notice the similarities, well, I have a clean conscience at least. (I hate cheaters.)
Chapter Thirteen
Answers and More Questions
/Sinister's Laboratory/ Somewhere in New York/ present time
The first thing he noticed was the florescent lighting. Finding himself momentarily blinded, he screwed his eyes shut. Burst of color exploded behind his eyelids like a miniature fireworks display.
Confusion reigned as he tried to separate his memories and fantasies, reality and dreams. He could remember snippets of the day's events, but everything after he left the mansion was shrouded in a foggy haze. Where de hell am I?
Slowly, he tried to sit up, realizing two things. One, he was strapped to a table and two, he was in big trouble.
Panic overtook his brain, his eyes scouring the room for possible escape.
It was a large, white, brightly lit laboratory. He was laying on one of several operating tables. The room was full of computers and other electronic equipment. On the far side of the room was what looked like a confinement cell. It was big enough for one person and had a chair inside, except the chair had several wires, cables, and straps connected to it.
'M either in de presence o' a mad scientist or an executioner. Either way, it don' look t' good. Beginning to feel a cramp in his neck, Remy turned his head the other way. He winced as a sharp pain encompassed the back of his neck. His memory of the fight in the backseat came back with a sudden clarity. Dammit, Bella, ya selfish, greedy, lyin' whore! I nevea should've trusted ya!
Being fastened to the table left Remy with limited options to vent out his anger. He settled for imagining the various ways Rogue would kill Bella for what she did. During a particularly creative one involving clothes made out of meat and a pool of sharks, the object of his hatred appeared, bring with her, a friend.
"We made a deal. Fifty thousand f'r bringin' him in. 'M not leavin' 'til ya give me de rest o' m' money!"
"Our arrangement was you would get him here with as much secrecy as possible. That does entail wrestling in the back seat of the car or fighting with him in front of a group of his friends! Because of you, they are bound to get suspicious when he doesn't get home on time, putting my operation in jeopardy! You, Miss Boudreaux, are lucky I am letting you keep the money you have already." He stepped closer to her and lowered his voice to a threatening whisper. "I'd advice you leave my property as soon as possible and to keep your mouth shut."
Bella issued an exasperated sigh, before turning on her heel and leaving the room.
The doctor stared at her retreating back. After several minutes of silence, he called out, "Argo!"
A man came running into the room. Remy recognized him as the limo driver. Argo's employer handed him a gun. "Make sure she doesn't get into any trouble."
"Yes, sir."
/Hallway near Essex's office/
Belladonna stormed down the hallway in a fit of rage. Damn doctor t'inks he can mess wit' me? 'Ya didn' meet de requirements o' de agreement.' Idiot. I got Remy here didn' I? What mo' does he want?
Her inner monologue stopped as she noticed an open door. A wide grin spread across her face as a plan formulated in her mind. If he's not gonna give me de money, 'm jus' gonna have t' find it m'self.
Quickly and quietly she entered the room. It was small and every available inch was stacked with cardboard boxes. Disappointed, she turned to leave the room, but something caught her eye. The box nearest her was labeled REMY LeBEAU. Hmm, what do we have here?
She began to dig through it, hoping to find something of value. Shirt, pants, toothbrush . . . money! Greedily she shoved the small amount of bills into her purse. Anyt'ing else in here?. . . What's dis? She wondered, pulling out a piece of paper.
Studying it more, she could see it was a picture. The tallest person was a man, obvious Remy. Next to him was a short, little girl. That has to be Angelique. Lastly, there was a third person, with two-toned hair and green eyes. That must be Rouge, or whatevea Angelique said her name was. Bella's eyes landed on the bottom of the page. In childish handwriting it proclaimed: I LOVE YOU.
A pang hit Bella's heart. An image of Angie learning her father was never coming back filled her mind. What have I done?
She didn't have much time to dwell on her mistake. She heard a faint click and felt the cool metal of a gun barrel placed against her neck.
"Well, well, well. I wonder what the boss would think of you going through his stuff?"
/Laboratory/
"Well, Remy, you sure have grown since I last saw you," said Dr. Essex, approaching the Cajun. "The last time you ran away from the orphanage I thought that I had lost you for good."
Remy strained against the confining material. "Who de fuck are ya?"
"Do you really not remember me? We used to be such good friends, Remy." He stepped closer, giving Remy a better view of his captor's face.
Hundreds of childhood memories surfaced as Remy stared at the man. "Dr. Essex," he whispered in a disbelieving voice.
The man gave a maniacal grin. "See? I knew you remembered me. Although, my friends call me Sinister now."
"But how? Why? WHY ME?"
The doctor stepped even closer, running a bony finger down the side of Remy's face. "You are a beautiful specimen, Remy. All of you are. I have been watching you all since you were born. I am going to help you!"
"Who's us?"
"Children like you. Children who were abandoned, left to rot because their parents didn't want them." He pushed a button on his computer. The screens filled up with pictures of teens, all seeming to be mutants. "Children who later developed mutations, only to be ostracized by the world. Children like me!"
"I have been watching all of you since you were little. I would conduct experiments on you under the pretence that I was regular doctor. Most of time it was easy. You lived in an orphanage. When you tried to run away, I would find you, run my tests, and take you back saying I had found you wandering around. You never remembered because I kept you heavily sedated." I turned towards Remy, an odd gleam in his eyes. "When you all started to develop powers, I tried to document all of them. I think of the group as my children, and now my child, I am going to save all of you."
Remy stared at him in repulsion. "Ya are a psychotic bastard. Let me go!"
"You don't understand!" Screamed Sinister. "No one understands what great work I'm doing! I am going to make mutants the supreme race of the world and have humans rue the day they tried to persecute us!"
"Can't we all just get along?" Joked Remy.
"No! Humans can't accept what's different!" The doctor came right up to Remy's face again. "Don't tell you haven't envisioned your daughter's future. She'll be looked down on, harassed, possibly raped or murdered, all because she's different. I wasted years of my life trying to find a scientific way to get rid of my mutation when I stumbled upon the greatest discovery ever!"
Sinister got up and walked up to the cell Remy had noticed earlier. "Behold Epitome! It has the ability to increase a mutant's ability tenfold, reaching their full potential!" He grabbed a small vial of blue liquid. "First I place this serum into your bloodstream, wait24 hours for it to go throughout your body, and then I strap you into Epitome. One flip of the switch and you become the strongest mutant ever!"
He walked over to Remy and filled a syringe with the neon serum. Remy squirmed, trying to get his fingers onto to straps so he could blow it up, thus freeing himself.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Did I forget to mention your lovely new piece of jewelry?" Sinister pointed to the PDB. "That bracelet deactivates your mutation, leaving you powerless." Grabbing Remy's arm, he steadied it and slid the needle in.
Remy screamed out in pain; it felt as if hot lead had been poured into his blood.
"Don't worry, it only hurts for the first hour." Said Sinister in a fatherly voice. He turned to face the door as in flew open.
Argo came in with Bella, leading her at gunpoint. "I found her going through the patients' things, sir."
"Really, Miss Boudreaux. I thought you were told to get off my property?"
Bella eyes were transfixed on Remy's convulsing body. "What did ya do t' him?" She asked, her voice wavering.
"It is nothing for you to be concerned with."
"Ya can't do dis! I nevea should've helped ya, ya psycho! Ya let him go or I'll . . . I'll tell de X-men!"
Dr. Essex face got very serious. "I'm sorry, but I just can't let you do that. I have a plan to help the mutants of the world. If you are going to stand in my way, I am afraid that you will have to be eliminated." He reached into his lab coat, producing another gun. "Au revoir, Miss Boudreaux."
BANG! Belladonna crumpled to the floor, a crimson puddle forming below her body.
o.O It's getting good folks! How'd ya like that little plot twist (which will get even more twistery next chapter)? My creative juices are flowing and the next chapter is forming in my mind so I better go and start typing it! 'Til next time, Takimi/Romy
