I know what you're thinking.. "It's a miracle! Oh my gods!" Yes, yes.
It's true. I've updated after oh, almost a year! But see, it's not a
miracle. It was my own nerdyness that did it.
Last year, as I was first writing this story, I actually talked out how I wanted the scenes to progress in a tape recorder—yeah, that's what I thought too. Well I found all these tapes and started listening to them and low and behold, I thought wow! This could be a great story if I continued it.
So yesterday, I got the old computer up and sort of running, and now, voila! I've got an update. I hope it doesn't suck too badly. I haven't written in a long while, so it could be complete crap.
I need a beta for this story!!!
Yeah. Thanks, and I hope you like it. Ps. It DOES get better.
Oh and same applies as last time, I don't own anything and special scenes (NC-17) will be written and sent via email so I don't get bunked off of FFN. If you want the scenes, then email me, and if not, well then don't worry about it, the story will still make sense.
Wiccamage XXXXXXXXXXX
Scene 19 Day One: Location Unknown
The helicopters touched down in the middle of the room, leaving their still spinning blades plenty of room between the two machines. The masked men from the mansion leaped out of the choppers two at a time and were received by more men in military type uniforms.
The walls of the underground compound were reinforced with concrete and the ceiling of the facility was composed primarily of iron panels. The room appeared to be some kind of garage, which housed a great variety of vehicles. Small jeeps, Hum-V's, and cargo trucks were lined up against the left wall while a few small planes dotted the right. The front adjacent wall held an enormous steel door from which the other men had just come through.
As the men began to prepare for the new arrivals, a man wearing a pair of black slacks and a dark brown buttoned shirt stalked up to the new arrivals. The top button of the shirt was clasped and the starched material pressed firmly into his neck. Both the pants and shirt were impeccably clean and well pressed, and his black combat boots reflected the dim lighting in the room like a piece of glass.
The man's eyes were dark and furious as his face scrunched up in a continual scowl, and his deep black hair was seemingly plastered in place by gel.
As the man advanced, the soldiers halted all action and jerked to attention.
"Where is your commander?" He asked, his voice eerily calm as he stood in front of one uniformed man.
A second man jumped quickly from the second helicopter and answered "Sir?"
"Commander, what type of facility do we run here?" There was an ominous tone to his cold and slippery voice and it immediately put the commander into a state of anxiety.
Despite his nervousness however, the officer belted out his answer with a practiced force. "We run a very serious and important facility, sir!"
"And how do we run this operation?" The calm hissing voice was now joined by a glinting expression that caused the commander to falter slightly.
"W-we run this operation with military precision Draconis, sir!" "Good. Now where are the packages? The Leader has been waiting."
At once, the soldiers scampered into the two helicopters and began pulling out long steel crates that were latched with chains and locks Four large metal carts awaited the coffin-like boxes as the men pulled them from the choppers. The soldiers pulled out the crates as quickly as they could and slid them onto the carts. As the third crate was place, Draconis' eyes narrowed murderously.
"And...?" he questioned, his voice dropping menacingly.
A fourth crate was carefully pulled from the second helicopter as six guards flanked the pseudo coffin. The men nervously pointed their plasma guns at the silent casket as it was hoisted out of the helicopter and placed gently on the cart. Chains were looped securely across the sides and a single miniscule window adorned the curved adamantium lid.
A sickening smile slithered onto Draconis's face as he approached the cart and peered through the window at the woman with white stripes in her hair. He nodded silently and three men in white lab coats rushed forward to check the monitors and settings on the side of the crate. The nodded quickly to Draconis, and motioned for the guards to take her to the lab for surgery.
"Commander?" Draconis called out as the remaining soldiers began to prepare the other three crates.
"Sir?" The man gulped nervously and stepped forward.
"Were you not clear on your instructions? Chopper three was scheduled to arrive with the woman directly after the extraction."
"Yes, sir, I know. However, we encountered a problem and number three went down. We recovered the woman as you can see, but we had to leave the machine behind. We did procure the other specimens though." He finished proudly.
Draconis spoke again in a low, even tone, "So you took almost nine hours to get a priority back to the base, risked exposure, nearly killed our source of cover, and left behind a vital piece of evidence because you thought the other mutants were more important?"
The other man was visibly shaking now as he lowered his head. "Yes, sir," he whispered quietly.
"Just so we're clear." Draconis turned heel and began to exit the garage. Just as he reached the metal doors though he turned again. "By the way commander, you are fired."
A single shot rang out as the man's body hit the floor with a reverberating thump.
"You there." Draconis pointed out a man who was inspecting the other crates, "You are the new commander. I hope you can handle it, I'd hate to have to fire you."
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Scene 20 Day Two: Location Unknown
Excruciating, numbing, horrible pain greeted Rogue as she slowly clawed her way to consciousness. She moaned loudly and attempted to bring her uncooperative hand to her exploding head. She began to open her eyes, but the light invaded her vision and sent more nuclear waves through her skull.
Her mind was clouded and unfocused, and her mouth tasted like cotton and wax. She couldn't move or see and could not remember what had happened or what day it was.
She moaned again and this time was greeted by a soothing female voice.
"Shh, shh, shh. It's all right now honey." The woman cooed softly. "It's okay. Just relax and breathe. Shh. That's it girl."
Rogue lolled her head towards the voice and whispered, "Jean?"
"Shh, it's okay. Just drink this down now and go back to sleep." The voice added a hand as it tilted Rogue's head up gently and placed a glass to her lips.
The liquid was bitterly sweet, but tasted heavenly against the waxy cotton feel in Rogue's mouth, and she gulped it down readily.
The voice put Rogue back down on the pillow and smoothed back her hair soothingly. "You just sleep now girl. You'll feel better in a while. Just sleep." The voice went on making more calming sounds and stroked the X-Man's hair gently as she drifted back to sleep.
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Scene 21 Day Two: War Room/3:00p.m.
Jean sat with Cerebro as she tried desperately to find a sign of Rogue. She was finding it nearly impossible to concentrate however as she tried to ignore Scott yelling at somebody in the background, and Beast rambling on about how 'peculiar' and 'amazing' the liquid from the syringe was. Incredibly, the doctor had "never seen anything like it," and had spent the last two days contacting friends and colleagues, and attempting to sort out the liquid's components.
Jean rubbed her eyes wearily and tried to contact Rogue again as Scott paced furiously through the room.
"What do you mean, 'I'm not authorized'? I've got the damn thing on our front lawn, I think I should be entitled to know where it came from!" Jean almost smiled at Scott's outrage. He was normally so collected...
"NO! No I don't want you to come pick it up! I want you to tell me where it came from and who owns it, you dumb shit! I'll call you whatever I want, understand? My friend's life is on the line here, and you're playing stupid with me. I want to talk to whoever's in charge immediately."
Jean took a deep breath and buried herself within the depths of Cerebro as she tried to block out all the background noise. She sifted through the hundreds of mutant faces as she searched for Rogue and managed to effectively mute out all other sounds from within her head.
Gambit and Bishop stalked through the door of the War Room just as Scott was reconnected with the General of the US Air Force.
"Okay, look General. My friend was kidnapped by a couple of guys wearing soldier uniforms and piloting helicopters. I want to know who they are and where they came from. No sir, I'm not insinuating that the United States military is responsible. No, sir. No, sir. General, I'm just saying that I've got a situation here, and I would appreciate just a little god damned bit of cooperation here! No, YOU look. I will get President Kelly on the phone with us right now if that's what it takes. You think I'm full of shit, huh? Well hold on a second and lets just see about that."
Bishop turned an amused gaze to the thoroughly pissed off Summers as Gambit paced around the room anxiously and Beast muttered under his microscope.
"Rogue? Is that you?" Jean suddenly bolted up from her seat and latched onto Cerebro. The room went deathly silent as everyone held their breath.
Jean raced through the faces of the thousands of mutants and tried desperately to find her friend. "Rogue, Rogue! Where are you? Can you hear me? Are you all right?"
"Oooh." The moan had come from Rogue, Jean was sure of it. "Rogue! Can you hear me? Are you okay?" "Jean?" The call came out muffled and pain-riddled, as if Rogue were only half-conscious.
"Rogue you've got to help me. You have to try and wake up. You have to... Aaahhhh!"
Inside the war room, Jean suddenly grabbed her head with a scream of pain and was launched out of her chair and across the room where she collided with the wall.
"Jean? JEAN!" Scott dropped the phone instantly and ran to her side. He looked up at the other three men as he tried desperately to wake his wife. "Jean are you okay? Jean?"
"She's unconscious Scott, let's bring her to the med lab so I can be sure there aren't any injuries." Beast reluctantly abandoned his microscope and helped the worried husband carry her to the med wing.
"Merde!" Gambit slammed his fists down on the table as the three exited the room.
Bishop stood gradually and put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "We're gonna find her Gambit. We will." He squeezed gently and left as the Cajun slumped down on a chair.
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Woohoo! I know right? Well then. Reviews will greatly help push this story along. I have way more reviews for my other story "Getting Warmer," so I might just continue that one and neglect this for another year if I don't get much feedback.
grin Is that incentive or what?
Wiccamage Cra595aol.com
Last year, as I was first writing this story, I actually talked out how I wanted the scenes to progress in a tape recorder—yeah, that's what I thought too. Well I found all these tapes and started listening to them and low and behold, I thought wow! This could be a great story if I continued it.
So yesterday, I got the old computer up and sort of running, and now, voila! I've got an update. I hope it doesn't suck too badly. I haven't written in a long while, so it could be complete crap.
I need a beta for this story!!!
Yeah. Thanks, and I hope you like it. Ps. It DOES get better.
Oh and same applies as last time, I don't own anything and special scenes (NC-17) will be written and sent via email so I don't get bunked off of FFN. If you want the scenes, then email me, and if not, well then don't worry about it, the story will still make sense.
Wiccamage XXXXXXXXXXX
Scene 19 Day One: Location Unknown
The helicopters touched down in the middle of the room, leaving their still spinning blades plenty of room between the two machines. The masked men from the mansion leaped out of the choppers two at a time and were received by more men in military type uniforms.
The walls of the underground compound were reinforced with concrete and the ceiling of the facility was composed primarily of iron panels. The room appeared to be some kind of garage, which housed a great variety of vehicles. Small jeeps, Hum-V's, and cargo trucks were lined up against the left wall while a few small planes dotted the right. The front adjacent wall held an enormous steel door from which the other men had just come through.
As the men began to prepare for the new arrivals, a man wearing a pair of black slacks and a dark brown buttoned shirt stalked up to the new arrivals. The top button of the shirt was clasped and the starched material pressed firmly into his neck. Both the pants and shirt were impeccably clean and well pressed, and his black combat boots reflected the dim lighting in the room like a piece of glass.
The man's eyes were dark and furious as his face scrunched up in a continual scowl, and his deep black hair was seemingly plastered in place by gel.
As the man advanced, the soldiers halted all action and jerked to attention.
"Where is your commander?" He asked, his voice eerily calm as he stood in front of one uniformed man.
A second man jumped quickly from the second helicopter and answered "Sir?"
"Commander, what type of facility do we run here?" There was an ominous tone to his cold and slippery voice and it immediately put the commander into a state of anxiety.
Despite his nervousness however, the officer belted out his answer with a practiced force. "We run a very serious and important facility, sir!"
"And how do we run this operation?" The calm hissing voice was now joined by a glinting expression that caused the commander to falter slightly.
"W-we run this operation with military precision Draconis, sir!" "Good. Now where are the packages? The Leader has been waiting."
At once, the soldiers scampered into the two helicopters and began pulling out long steel crates that were latched with chains and locks Four large metal carts awaited the coffin-like boxes as the men pulled them from the choppers. The soldiers pulled out the crates as quickly as they could and slid them onto the carts. As the third crate was place, Draconis' eyes narrowed murderously.
"And...?" he questioned, his voice dropping menacingly.
A fourth crate was carefully pulled from the second helicopter as six guards flanked the pseudo coffin. The men nervously pointed their plasma guns at the silent casket as it was hoisted out of the helicopter and placed gently on the cart. Chains were looped securely across the sides and a single miniscule window adorned the curved adamantium lid.
A sickening smile slithered onto Draconis's face as he approached the cart and peered through the window at the woman with white stripes in her hair. He nodded silently and three men in white lab coats rushed forward to check the monitors and settings on the side of the crate. The nodded quickly to Draconis, and motioned for the guards to take her to the lab for surgery.
"Commander?" Draconis called out as the remaining soldiers began to prepare the other three crates.
"Sir?" The man gulped nervously and stepped forward.
"Were you not clear on your instructions? Chopper three was scheduled to arrive with the woman directly after the extraction."
"Yes, sir, I know. However, we encountered a problem and number three went down. We recovered the woman as you can see, but we had to leave the machine behind. We did procure the other specimens though." He finished proudly.
Draconis spoke again in a low, even tone, "So you took almost nine hours to get a priority back to the base, risked exposure, nearly killed our source of cover, and left behind a vital piece of evidence because you thought the other mutants were more important?"
The other man was visibly shaking now as he lowered his head. "Yes, sir," he whispered quietly.
"Just so we're clear." Draconis turned heel and began to exit the garage. Just as he reached the metal doors though he turned again. "By the way commander, you are fired."
A single shot rang out as the man's body hit the floor with a reverberating thump.
"You there." Draconis pointed out a man who was inspecting the other crates, "You are the new commander. I hope you can handle it, I'd hate to have to fire you."
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Scene 20 Day Two: Location Unknown
Excruciating, numbing, horrible pain greeted Rogue as she slowly clawed her way to consciousness. She moaned loudly and attempted to bring her uncooperative hand to her exploding head. She began to open her eyes, but the light invaded her vision and sent more nuclear waves through her skull.
Her mind was clouded and unfocused, and her mouth tasted like cotton and wax. She couldn't move or see and could not remember what had happened or what day it was.
She moaned again and this time was greeted by a soothing female voice.
"Shh, shh, shh. It's all right now honey." The woman cooed softly. "It's okay. Just relax and breathe. Shh. That's it girl."
Rogue lolled her head towards the voice and whispered, "Jean?"
"Shh, it's okay. Just drink this down now and go back to sleep." The voice added a hand as it tilted Rogue's head up gently and placed a glass to her lips.
The liquid was bitterly sweet, but tasted heavenly against the waxy cotton feel in Rogue's mouth, and she gulped it down readily.
The voice put Rogue back down on the pillow and smoothed back her hair soothingly. "You just sleep now girl. You'll feel better in a while. Just sleep." The voice went on making more calming sounds and stroked the X-Man's hair gently as she drifted back to sleep.
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Scene 21 Day Two: War Room/3:00p.m.
Jean sat with Cerebro as she tried desperately to find a sign of Rogue. She was finding it nearly impossible to concentrate however as she tried to ignore Scott yelling at somebody in the background, and Beast rambling on about how 'peculiar' and 'amazing' the liquid from the syringe was. Incredibly, the doctor had "never seen anything like it," and had spent the last two days contacting friends and colleagues, and attempting to sort out the liquid's components.
Jean rubbed her eyes wearily and tried to contact Rogue again as Scott paced furiously through the room.
"What do you mean, 'I'm not authorized'? I've got the damn thing on our front lawn, I think I should be entitled to know where it came from!" Jean almost smiled at Scott's outrage. He was normally so collected...
"NO! No I don't want you to come pick it up! I want you to tell me where it came from and who owns it, you dumb shit! I'll call you whatever I want, understand? My friend's life is on the line here, and you're playing stupid with me. I want to talk to whoever's in charge immediately."
Jean took a deep breath and buried herself within the depths of Cerebro as she tried to block out all the background noise. She sifted through the hundreds of mutant faces as she searched for Rogue and managed to effectively mute out all other sounds from within her head.
Gambit and Bishop stalked through the door of the War Room just as Scott was reconnected with the General of the US Air Force.
"Okay, look General. My friend was kidnapped by a couple of guys wearing soldier uniforms and piloting helicopters. I want to know who they are and where they came from. No sir, I'm not insinuating that the United States military is responsible. No, sir. No, sir. General, I'm just saying that I've got a situation here, and I would appreciate just a little god damned bit of cooperation here! No, YOU look. I will get President Kelly on the phone with us right now if that's what it takes. You think I'm full of shit, huh? Well hold on a second and lets just see about that."
Bishop turned an amused gaze to the thoroughly pissed off Summers as Gambit paced around the room anxiously and Beast muttered under his microscope.
"Rogue? Is that you?" Jean suddenly bolted up from her seat and latched onto Cerebro. The room went deathly silent as everyone held their breath.
Jean raced through the faces of the thousands of mutants and tried desperately to find her friend. "Rogue, Rogue! Where are you? Can you hear me? Are you all right?"
"Oooh." The moan had come from Rogue, Jean was sure of it. "Rogue! Can you hear me? Are you okay?" "Jean?" The call came out muffled and pain-riddled, as if Rogue were only half-conscious.
"Rogue you've got to help me. You have to try and wake up. You have to... Aaahhhh!"
Inside the war room, Jean suddenly grabbed her head with a scream of pain and was launched out of her chair and across the room where she collided with the wall.
"Jean? JEAN!" Scott dropped the phone instantly and ran to her side. He looked up at the other three men as he tried desperately to wake his wife. "Jean are you okay? Jean?"
"She's unconscious Scott, let's bring her to the med lab so I can be sure there aren't any injuries." Beast reluctantly abandoned his microscope and helped the worried husband carry her to the med wing.
"Merde!" Gambit slammed his fists down on the table as the three exited the room.
Bishop stood gradually and put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "We're gonna find her Gambit. We will." He squeezed gently and left as the Cajun slumped down on a chair.
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Woohoo! I know right? Well then. Reviews will greatly help push this story along. I have way more reviews for my other story "Getting Warmer," so I might just continue that one and neglect this for another year if I don't get much feedback.
grin Is that incentive or what?
Wiccamage Cra595aol.com