I'm on an updating spree...I don't know...I just feel like updating a lot because I can't find the inspiration to write at the moment...I want to continue, but I feel like I've disappointed all X-Men fans out there because of all my original characters...but I just can't kill them or that kind of thing...It would hurt me...
Emil Clark stepped from his large helicopter which had landed on the landing pad next to the Mutation Database. His shoulder-length black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and he wore circular sunglasses. He had already given his instructions to his squadron of thirty men.
"Larson!" Emil shouted.
Kendall Larson stepped from the helicopter behind Emil. Kendall was Emil's second-in-command. She stood half a foot above Emil and had long, dark hair.
"Yes, Boss?" she waited for his instructions.
"I want you to have section three search the grounds for signs of the mutant attack," Emil ordered, "If they find anything, report it to me."
"Yes, Boss," Kendall turned away to carry out his orders.
Emil walked through the entrance of the database. A short man in a lab coat strolled up to him. He wore large glasses and his light brown hair was the complete opposite of neatly combed.
"Glad you could make it, Mr. Clark," the man held out his hand.
"For me this is a privilege, Dr. Nelod," Emil took the man's hand, "I hate nothing more than mutants."
"Yes, we weren't sure when you would be showing up," Nelod said.
"Didn't you receive my letter?" Emil frowned, "It should have been here."
"We never received the letter," Nelod looked confused, "In fact, now that I think about it, we didn't receive our mail two days ago."
"Suspicious," Emil mumbled.
"Yes, I suppose so," Nelod shrugged, "We did, however, receive our Mutant Security System along with various other items."
"Show them to me," Emil insisted.
"Of course," Nelod gestured for Emil to follow him.
They walked through the vast hallways, occasionally meeting scientists or members of Emil's squadron. They finally reached a room full of unassembled machinery. Mechanics were standing around looking through the parts, holding assembly instructions. Nelod walked through the room pointing out different parts and explaining their purpose.
"These sense the Mutant Gene and fire at will," Nelod held up a flat piece of artillery, "We can set them to only wound their target or we can take it up a notch and destroy their target completely."
Emil smiled at Nelod's last words, "What are these?"
He had indicated a box of what looked like spiffed-up TV remotes.
"Oh, those," Nelod picked up one of the remotes, "This is the SiestaRay. Guaranteed to disengage the part of the brain that keeps consciousness, but only temporarily."
Emil took the remote from Nelod's hand, "SiestaRay, huh?"
He pressed a button. One of the mechanics dropped to the floor, in a deep slumber.
"Is this company in Mexico, or something?" Emil handed the remote back to Nelod.
"Actually, it's located near the border of Arizona," Nelod replied.
"Same thing," Emil muttered, looking around. He wasn't really concerned with geography, "So why bother putting mutants to sleep…unless it's permanent?"
"Oh, you know," Nelod gave a little chuckle, "For experiments and research. If we make a breakthrough, our budget could deeply increase. We can barely pay for these new devices as it is."
"Well, it's your decision," Emil shrugged, "Shall we continue our tour?"
"Ah, yes, of course," Nelod placed the SiestaRay back in the box and led Emil back into the hallway.
They approached a door with a keypad set into the wall next to it. Nelod cautiously typed the code into the keypad, deliberately leaning over it so that Emil couldn't catch a glimpse of the code.
Emil found no annoyance at this, as the door opened and they walked in. He understood what the eccentric doctor probably felt about letting a mutant-despising man into a mutant-filled room.
"This is where we keep our minor specimens," Nelod explained, "We have another room for the more essential projects."
Emil followed Nelod through the room as the doctor rattled off useless facts about his specimens.
"You may find this interesting," Nelod began as he paused by a clear cylinder which contained a lobster/human that struck its pincer-like hands against the enforced glass surrounding it.
Emil highly doubted that he would find anything in this room interesting.
As Nelod talked endlessly, Emil glanced out the window. He stared, confused, at the window. A large, furry bird was perched on a tree branch watching them. At least, he thought it was watching them. The only thing visible on its face, was a human nose. The rest was covered in grayish-brown fur. Before he could say anything to Nelod, the furry bird flew away.
Emil promised himself to keep his eyes open while he was here. He followed the doctor to another glass cylinder, occasionally glancing at the windows.
Yeah, boring kind of chapter, but it happens...You know...I really need some feedback...I need to know if my original characters are messing up the story or not...This essential, people...