DISCLAIMER!
Kurt doesn't belong to me, but Kara DOES! There are some
small parts of this story that comes from a comic book... that
doesn't belong to me either... but everything else does!
I wandered far, and a for a long time. I came upon a town in Canada, where I stole food from a restaurant. The owner caught me and chased me a long ways. I hoped that soon I would find somewhere to rest in peace, somewhere o go away to forever.
It was snowing, and
she was freezing. She had been walking for a long time after the last
town. She had stolen food from a restaurant she had past; the owner
chased her a long way. She settled down on an old log in the middle
of a deserted forest. The snow was falling harder and turned into a
blizzard. She was being pelted with snow, as she tried to find
shelter under a tree. The harsh snow from the sky made her fall to
the ground. She braced herself as chunks of snow kept pounding into
her back. She grew out her smooth wings to shield herself from the
snow. She finally made it to the base of the large fir tree. She put
herself with her legs tucked under her chin and her back against the
rough trunk. She started to drift to sleep, but she mentally slapped
herself, trying to wake up. She knew that if she fell asleep now, she
wouldn't wake up. She spent the next few hours walking from one side
of the tree to keep herself warm and awake.
As
the snow finally slowed, she had become too exhausted to walk. She
leaned up against the tree. She pricked her ears at a sound she was
so sure of. It sounded like someone calling for help. She stood up
straight and scanned the forest around her. The snow falling was
still thick but she was positive she could she someone out in the
snow.
Her instincts told her she should
try to help the poor soul in the snow, but her mind told her to avoid
causing anything. She couldn't help but follow her instincts. She
waddled out into the foot deep snow. She didn't realize the snow
still blew so hard. She kept her wings up over her face and back. She
made her way to where she thought she hear the person. "Hello?"
she called out. "Is anyone out there?" her voice was almost
smothered by the raging snow.
She hear a
moaning sound to her left. She kept on to where she thought it came
from. "Hello? Are you there?" she continued to call. She
trudged to a large bush. There she saw what looked like a person's
leg. She plunged into the snow, furiously digging through to when
came uncovered the person lying in the snow. It was a tall man,
presumably in the military since he had the military uniform. She
puled the man out of the snow, so she could see him well. She felt
for his pulse, there was none. Nor was there breathing. She reached
down his shirt, seeing if he had ID tags. None. The man was lifeless,
and she was scared. She stood up and backed away from the body. She
stood there, mourning, for the dead man and herself. But something
didn't seem quite right. She had a feeling someone was watching her.
She looked over her shoulder, and jumped. She saw someone running
from a bush to a tree. She was even more scared.
What if it's
the people from the town.! What if they sent police or military
after me?!
She glanced around again.
There was no one there. She sniffed the air hoping to smell someone
there, but the extreme cold dulled her sense of smell. She looked
back to the man in the snow. Her emotions were confused. She was
scared and depressed, but she had a sense of self gratitude, happy
and surprised she had survived so long here.
She walked to the body and sat down on one knee to keep her bottom
out of the snow. She bowed her head in deep thought. She sat there a
few minutes meditating.
After about 5 minutes,
she smelt something strange. She lifted up her head. Snow rammed it
down again. Kara used her wings to shield her head once more. She
lifted her head, and smelt the air. There was a surprising stillness.
The snow had slowed to a light falling. She heard a noise but was
unsure from where it came. She slowly stood up, carefully listening.
She heard the noise again and again. Now she stood up straight and
her wings rested to her back, still visible. She heard the noise to
her far right. She stood still and listened. It all became a dead
silence. Not even a bird or a squirrel scampering in the forest was
heard. She looked to her right and left, then assured herself there
was nothing to worry about.
She was going to
stood down to her resting position again, but stopped dead when she
heard a sound she knew and feared. It was the cock of a gun, and she
knew it came directly from behind her. She slowly turned, thinking of
how she would get away from whoever had the gun. She turned her body
halfway toward her back, and turned her head the rest of the way.
There was a man. He looked like he was a military personnel like the
one she presumed dead in the snow. He wore the same uniform, wore a
helmet and had strange camo colored paint all over his face. He held
a gun up to her face. She panicked inside, but remained composed
outside.
She started to turn to run to her left
but 2 men emerged from a pack of bushes. Both carried guns, but the
gun looked different first man's gun. She turned to the right and
already there were two more men holding guns standing there, and she
was sure there were some guarding her from behind.
Thoughts raced through her mind. She thought of only one unguarded
exit, and she knew she had to take it. She quickly, jumped up spread
out her wings and flew up. The men were yelling and shooting at her.
She dodged, narrowly escaping the bullets. She took her balance and
flew one way, hoping to lose the men. She tried to fly higher but she
quickly lost her strength and flew lower to the ground. The men had
followed her. They kept on shooting at her. One had succeeded and
shot her on her back. She fell from her flight, and landed hard in
the snow. She tried to shake to unconsciousness form her. She
awkwardly stood up, but fell the the ground in pain. She laid her
head in the snow and blacked out.
After
probably only a minute, she woke up out of unconsciousness and shook
herself off. She heard the men continuing to yell at each other. Some
cursed. She pulled herself up to her knees, and lifted her head from
the snow. The men had surrounded her. She bolted up and tried to make
a break for the thick forest only 10 yards away from where she sat.
One shot a stun gun at her. It missed once, but again it hit her on
her shoulder. She fell forward, trying to keep herself from passing
out again. She tried to act paralyzed so hopefully the soldiers would
stop shooting at her. She lay on the soft snow, hunched over
her legs. She pulled out the the stun darts from her shoulder, and
tried to shale the on coming unconsciousness away. She waited till
the soldiers let down their guns, then she jumped up trying to escape
again. Unsuccessful. She was shot with the stun darts 5 times and she
fell to the ground again. Kara tried to keep herself from passing
out, but she couldn't. She was in a state of stunned sleep.
I knew I had gotten in deep. I had no clue what was in store for me; what would happen. I prayed to my silent god that I would be able to get out of the crap I was in.
Kara
dreamt of times she had a long time ago, when her mom was still alive
and she was happy. This was abruptly stopped when someone kicked her
and yelled, "Wake up you damn mutant!"
She awoke from her dreaming state, and looked up. There was a large
man who again looked like he was in the military. He was covered in
dirt, smeared on his face. He wore a mean look and had a glint in his
eyes. He yelled at Kara again, "MOVE IT!"
She wasn't sure what to do, so she scooted herself backwards, but the
guard kicked her again. This time it sent her across the floor. She
was rammed into a wall or something. She quickly stood up, leaning
against the wall behind her for balance. Her breathing was irregular
and offbeat. Her hands were tied behind her back and she had some
sorta of metal collar around her neck.
The man
continued yelling at her "GET YOUR LAZY ASS OVER HERE, RIGHT
NOW!" It sounded like he was trying to command a military
training squad. She timidly approached the man, scared that he would
hurt her again. He stood at least a foot taller than her. She shook
from the cold that was still in her body. "Why haven't you been
in your cell!" he said, still in a loud fierce voice. Kara
couldn't speak. She was confused.
What cell? Where am I? What
happened?
She stood there cowering in front
of the massive man. He glared at her. "I SAID 'Why aren't you in
your cell!'" the man repeated even louder.
She continued shaking. She looked up at the man, "I... I
don't... know.. where..." she said, but before she
finished, the giant man raised up his arm and it landed it
right across Kara's face. The force of his hand sent her to the
ground three feet away. She yelped out in pain. She started crying.
Why is this happening? Why is this shit happening to me!
She laid there, shaking and crying. The man strode to where she
was and yelled some more. "GET UP! GET YOUR MUTANT ASS UP
NOW!" She rolled up onto her legs and sat there and looked at
him. She still had bright red eyes.
I don't care what he does.
It doesn't matter anymore. I need to die.
"Move! NOW!" he yelled again. She continued to sit
there and just stare at him. The guard reared up the butt of his gun
and jabbed it in her gut. She screamed out as she was sent to her
back. She rolled onto her stomach and started to cough. She coughed
blood. She looked at the man again. He reared his gun up again. She
gathered herself ready for the strike. As the man had brought down
the gun so close to her, she heard a loud stern voice yelling.
"STOP!"
She lay there in the fetal
position, then looked up. She could barely see the man in the
doorway, but she could tell that he was an older man about 5'5''.
The guard that was beating her was standing up straight and looking
at the man.
Who the hell might this be?
She looked up again. The who stood at the doorway started walking
toward her. She closed her eyes, fearing for what he'd do to her. The
man started to yell something at the guard, but she couldn't
understand him. Her head fell back onto the ground and she blacked
out.
She woke up in a dimly lit room. She moved
her hands. They were still tied behind her back. She yanked on the
handcuffs. They were too strong for her,... or was it she wasn't
strong enough. What happened to her strength?
Narg! Why can't
I get these freakin handcuffs off! I know I'm strong enough to get
'em off!
She pulled at them a bit more, but
was left still tight behind her back. She pushed her back against the
wall behind her and she, using the wall as a support, stood up. Her
legs still were shaking from the cold and from the fear she had of
the guard who was beating her.
"Where am
I?" she said out loud.
A door on one side
of the room opened and a bright light poured in. This light was
almost too much for Kara to handle, so she stepped back several steps
into the darker side of the room. "You're at my experimental
base, of course," a man said with a cocky attitude, as he walked
into the room.
Who the hell is this guy!
The man pulled out what seemed to be some kind of remote control,
and just held it in his hand. "Who the hell are you?"
Kara said, trying to remain composed enough to speak.
"William Stryker. I've been testing the mutations of mutants
that causes them to have those freakish powers. And that's what
you're here for." the man said with somewhat of a sinister
chuckle in his voice.
Kara pulled at her
handcuffs again. Still they won't budge. "Wha. wha... why are
you doin' this?" Kara said with a shaky voice.
She looked up at Stryker. A sly smile came across his face, and he
walked into the small dim room. "Let's just say, there's going
to be one less mutant to be dealt with in this world," he
said.
She wasn't sure of what he meant by that,
but she was sure he was going to kill her. She screamed, "NO!"
she yanked as hard as she could at the handcuffs which started to
break. She pulled again with all her might and as she still screamed
out the handcuffs broke free. She was full of rage at the man, and
she growled. She jumped up and flew at him in a furious rage. Stryker
quickly took his remote and punched a button.
Whatever he pushed, it made the collar around her neck send a volt of
electric shock throughout her body. She screamed and fell to the
floor. "I would not recommend you doing that again,"
Stryker said. Kara tried to sit up. She felt the collar around her
neck. She started to claw at it with her claws (the collar left her, unable to change from her winged body).
"I wouldn't do that if I were you,"
Stryker said as he walked to Kara and stood above her. "You see,
that inhibitor collar keeps you from using your mutant powers. And if
you try to take it off,.." he started to chuckle, "it'll
explode, still on your neck"
Kara shook
her head. "You're an animal..." she mustered enough
strength to say. Her upper body went limp and fell to the ground. She
blacked out.
"NO... you're the animal.."
Stryker said.
Kara awoke again. She was
still in the small room; her containment cell. She struggled to stand
up again, but after taking a minute to pull her self up, she
awkwardly walked up and down the cell. It wasn't like an old
fashioned jail cell. This one was a high-tech cell, that looked to be
a difficult place to escape.
This is so weird. What does that
freak want with mutants anyway?
There were
two small cots built into the wall on one side of the cell. At one
end there was a door and the other end there's a small toilet and
sink. Kara exhaustedly sat down on one of the cots and rubbed her
head. There were 3 large whelps on her head. One on the side of her
face, and the others on the top of her head, from when the guard hit
her with the butt of the gun. She still shivered. Not from cold, just
from the fear of what will happen to her in this nasty place.
There was a small, ragged blanket wadded up on the foot of the cot
she sat on. She took it and wrapped herself in it and laid down. Both
the cot and blanket smelled nasty, but she ignored it. She just
wanted to sleep.
She had laid there for 2 hours
at least, when the door slammed open. She bolted up from her rest,
and saw in the doorway, Stryker and 2 guards; one guard was the one
beating her when she first got there. She jumped out of her cot and
with clenched teeth said, "What do you want with me?" She
made her clawed fingers into fists.
The guards
held up some sort of gun at her. This didn't scare her. "Oh,
just a little questioning. Alright with you?" Stryker said with
sarcasm in his voice.
"He-he,.. no,"
Kara replied with a smart-ass attitude. She stood up straight and
tried to make herself look powerful, even though she was exhausted
and weak for the time being.
One
guard held out his gun as he enter the cell. "Sit down!" he
yelled at her.
Kara winced at the thought of
being shot with whatever type gun he had. She clenched her fists.
"No." She said and braced for a hit.
The guard was infuriated, and he pulled the trigger of the gun. Kara
jumped to the side out of the way barely missed being hit. She landed
against the wall, but held her balance. The guard continued shooting
and she continued dodging, all the while Stryker pulled out his
remote and pushed the button. A electric shock was once again sent
throughout Kara's body. She fell to the ground. Pulling herself up
and shook off the shock, she started a few steps toward Stryker. He
pushed the button again, and Kara was sent the the ground. She
screamed then groaned at the pain in her body.
"Had enough?" Stryker said.
Kara
stood up and warily and unbalancedly stood there. She reached out at
Stryker, and exhaustedly murmured, "No..." and he shocked
her again. She fell to the floor and screamed. Stryker still stood
there and smiled a cruel smile as she was screaming out. "Will
you listen to me now? I have a few questions to ak you," he
said. Kara shakily sat herself up on with her arms. She, exhausted
and warily looked at him. "Good. Listen to me. Do you have any
mutant abilities other than wings and claws?" he said and leaned
against the wall, with the remote still in his hand.
Kara sat herself on her bottom and glanced to Stryler and then to the
floor and back. "What does it matter?" she muttered under
her breath.
Stryker scowled and
walked to her showing her the remote and pulled her head up with her
hair, making her look at his face. "If you cooperate, we will
set you free. Understand?" he said through gritted teeth.
Kara glared at him, her red eyes glared brightly, "Sure..."
Stryker let go of her hair, and grinned,
"Good, now answer the question."
Kara hesitated a minute, trying to choose her words carefully, not
telling him everything. "Well,.. lets see... I have wings, a
tail and claws,.. what do you think I can do?" she said with a
sarcastic tone.
Stryker scowled at her again.
"Ok, I'll play your game. You fly, can move things with your
tail and you tear things apart with your claws,.. anything else?"
"No.." she said gruffly.
Stryker
stood there a minute and was tired of her. He walked to the door and
opened it. The two guards stood there with their arms crossed. They
looked at Stryker for a command. Stryker nodded.
The two guards came into the cell and one held out a gun at Kara. She
backed up, and acted ready to fight, but she stood down as Stryker
was in the doorway holding the remote with his finger on the button.
Kara scowled and stood still; her arms down by her side and wings
folded to her back. The guards quickly took her arms and tied them
behind her back again. They also used a device to held down her wings
and tail.
What's the use? I can't beat them, and if I ever
tried, he'd electrocute me. And god, that hurts so bad; it makes all
the pain already in my body go to the maximum... I have to get
out of here, but how?
The guards led her to
a room. It was a round shaped room, and there was a few file cabinets
on the edge but there was a large empty space in the middle. They
pushed her to the ground in the middle of the room. She sat there
breathing hard from nervousness and anger. One guard still had his
gun cocked at her but the other walked up to her. "Miss me?"
he asked in a cruel tone. It was the guard that was beating her when
she first woke there. She clenched her fists and teeth. She knew she
had to control herself or she'd get hurt. Kara sat up on her knees
and looked up at the man. Both continued mocking her. She
unbalancedly stood up. The guard slapped her across the face and she
fell to the ground on her back. "I didn't say you could get up,
did I!" the guard yelled at her and they laughed at her.
Ok!
Now ya'll are gonna get it! Only one person will be leaving the room,
and it's NOT gonna be ya'll!
This was all
she could take. Manipulating her arms, she got them under her legs
and in front of her. She stood up, and growled at the men. Again they
laughed at her. "Oooooh, she's mad. I'm soo scared," one
guard said while laughing. Kara knew she wouldn't be able to break
apart the handcuffs or the thing holding down her wings. So she
started to run at the first guard closest to her, screaming. The
guard with the gun shot at her with the gun. It was a laser type gun.
The first shot missed, then he shot at her again and hit her; she
landed on the floor and yelped out in pain.
Ok... stupid
plan.
The guard picked her up by her arm
and threw her against the wall, with a loud thud. The other stood
there and laughed. One guard took his gun, and the other some sort of
club and they beat Kara to unconsciousness.
I couldn't
take it anymore. I awoke in my cell to a great pain, all over my
body. I imagined there were several bruises on my head, back and legs
from where the guards beat me. I knew I would have to endure the pain
since the inhibitor collar canceled out my healing power.
The same thing happened again. Stryker asked me a question, and I
wouldn't answer him, then the guards beat me. I knew I couldn't tell
him the most biggest part of my gifts... then it seemed to be only a
curse. It stayed like that for about a month. During that time I grew
angry and stubborn and grumpy and vengeful. I wouldn't talk to anyone
even though there was no one else in my cell. I always stayed in the
dark corner of the room. I felt safe there, for some reason. I felt
that Stryker was too afraid to beat me there since he couldn't see
me.
During that long month I was there, I
learned how to easily get the handcuffs off, as well as the device
that held my wings and tail bound. I knew there was no way to get out
of my cell, but it was good to be able to move my hands and wings.
Stryker told me something, about killing people. I didn't know what
to do. He said he would let me kill the guards that beat me so much.
And he said he'd turn off my inhibitor collar. I took him to his
offer, playing along. I wasn't really going to kill anyone; I would
use the collar being off to my advantage and try to get out. I tried;
then I failed. And the thing that's killing me is I killed someone.
It was an accident. It wasn't one of my guards; he might have been
another prisoner, but nonetheless I killed him. I keep telling myself
it was an accident, but I don't know. I just don't know.
After being alone for such a long time, I didn't know how I would act
if I ever got out and talked to someone on the outside. This all
changed; amazingly it changed for the better for me.
Kara was in her corner, resting, when she heard a loud noise outside
her cell. She perked her head up to listen. It sounded like there
were a few guards struggling with someone. There was yelling and
things banging against the walls. She heard a man call out for help.
She chuckled to herself.
You won't be gettin' any help in this
dump.
She still listened in on what has
happening. This was her entertainment. Sometimes the captive mutants,
were released to be beaten or something they apparently didn't like,
and the guards always struggled to keep them contained. She would
laugh at the guards.
The struggle outside her
cell became a little bit louder, then she heard a scream and it was
silenced.
Probably got shocked... poor guy.
She put her head back on her knees, but pulled it up again when the
her door open. She saw a guard outside, but couldn't really see him
well, since the light coming in was so bright. She glared at the
guard with her bright eyes. "Mutant 347, you have a new
roommate. Meet Mutant 369" the guard said.(Kara's number in that
place was 347- like there was a Mutant 14 or 12 or something in the
movie)
Super...sarcasm
Kara
continued to glare at the guard, as he seemed to just have tossed
some person right into the cell. The guard stood there and laughed at
them. Whether he was laughing at her or the guy on the floor, she was
angered. Kara warningly growled at the guard and slanted her eyes at
him. The guard slammed shut the door.
Again the
room was quiet, all except the man on the floor. He was groaning at
his apparent pain. Kara carefully watched him from her corner. The
man rolled over on his back, and slowly sat up. Kara looked at him.
He looks weird, but I can't tell with this bad lighting. I
hope he doesn't like to talk, cause he won't be gettin' any talkin'
from me...
She watched his every move, as
if just waiting for him to attack her. He pulled himself to one of
the cots, and pulled himself to stand up. Upon standing he landed on
the cot from fatigue. Kara put her head back on her knees and again
was napping, holding her legs to her body tightly.
Every little noise the man made, woke her, and she'd look over at the
man who she couldn't tell if he was sleeping, but if he was, it
wasn't a very good sleep. He tossed and turned, with a fear shaking
all over him. She tried to ignore him, and fell asleep again.
Later, she awoke to a sound again. It was the man, but he was awake.
He stood at the door and was staring out the thick glass window at
the top on the door. She looked at him. He wore a pair of baggy
pants, but had no shirt. His back was bleeding a little bit, probably
from the guards beating him. She continued studying the man from his
side, but she couldn't see his face.
I wonder what he looks
like on his face...
She stared at him,
but then a hate for people started to burn inside her.
What
the hell's what with me? I don't need anyone else. I'm fine by
myself. But I 'm still wondering,.. how did this guy get captured...
he doesn't look THAT powerful... Woah! What the hell is that?
She could have sworn she saw something small moving around near the
ground beside the man. It was was too dark to clearly see.
I
must be seeing things again.
She rubbed her
eyes and set her head back on her knees. She heard a noise right in
front of her and she quickly bolted her head up.
"Hallo?... Are you alright?" the man said with a German
accent(haha! you thought this was Kurt didn't ya? DIDN'T YA?jumps
up and down betcha ya didn't know I knew that you knew!
bwuahahaha! and guess what... you're right it is mah Kurt- lol
XD)
Uhhg.. leave me alone.
Kara tried
to ignore him, but he kept standing there as if waiting for an
answer. Kara groaned and mumbled, "Sure..." She put her
head back on her knees in her arms, but still looked at the man
through her fingers. He walked back to the cots and sat on the one
nearest her. He looked at the door then back at her. "I am Kurt
Vagner. Vhat ist your name?" he asked.
Kara didn't want to answer him but she knew he would be persistent.
"Kara," she said in a low voice.
"Kara..." he said in a pondering voice."How long have
you been here? "Kurt asked.
Too long...
Being annoyed, Kara barked out, "What does it matter? You won't
get released. No matter how many times he tells you you won't be
freed. It won't happen no matter how many times you may try..."
Kara finished, droning off in her rant, and she let her head fall to
her knees again.
"Who is he? Villain
Stryker?" Kurt asked. Kara nodded with her head still on her
knees. "He beat me too.." Kurt said. "I do not know
vhat but something happened. How he lured me here... I just..I just
do not know," Kurt said and hung his head, as if waiting
for someone he loved to return.
Kara had a slight kind
streak, "You don't hav'ta talk about," she said in a soft
voice.
But what the heck is he talking about?
Kurt looked over at Kara again; Kara had her head still on her knees.
Both looked up when the door opened. Kurt stood up, but Kara just
stared at him. "Sit down, freak!" he yelled at Kurt; he
obeyed. That guard and another walked in. They walked to Kara.
Stryker stood in the doorway. The soldiers took Kara by her arms, and
she did not not want to be messed with.
She
screamed out, "LET ME GO!" and struggled with the guards.
Stryker had an amused smile on his face. Kara pulled free of the
guard, but he quickly grabbed hold of her arm again. "LET ME
GO!" she screamed out again. She pulled with all her might away
from the door and the guards pulled her as well, but they pulled her
towards the door. Stryker was tired of watching this and he pushed
the button that electrocuted Kara. She screamed out in pain, and her
body fell limp.
All of a sudden Kurt jumped up
and yelled at the guards to stop. "Please! Stop this!" and
he grabbed Kara's arm and tried to help her up. Her whole body
was numb and she was fighting a faint.
Stryker
confronted Kurt. "Do you want the same thing that happened to
her, happen to you?" Stryker threatened him. Kurt sat back down
and watched at the men drag Kara out the door, with horror in his
eyes.
Kara tried to listen to what was
happening around her but she blacked out, as soon as she was out of
her cell. It seemed she only had been out for a minute, because when
she woke, she was being drug down a hall. She painfully pulled her
arm loose from the guard who was pulling her. Her upper body and head
fell to the ground and she groaned at the pain from the concrete
ground. She laid there and the guard yelled at her to get up. She
could hardly move. He yanked her arm really hard and she flew towards
him. She landed on the ground again. After being dragged down the
hall a few more yards, she managed to stand up and limpingly followed
the man.
When they stopped they were at the
room were she was interrogated and beat. The guard who pulled her was
at least 2 times her size. He picked her up and threw her half way
into the room. She landed on the ground close to the center of the
room and pulled her head in close to her chest, in the fetal
position.
Stryker walked in the room and stood
beside Kara, who still lied on the floor. He grinned, mocking her
misery. He squatted down on the floor and asked her the usual
question. "Now, tell me... do you have any other powers
that you know of?"
Kara shivered.
She knew good and well that there was something she couldn't tell
him. She DID have another power, she wasn't very sure of how to
control it, but she knew she couldn't tell him. She had seen him
abuse other mutant's power before; she would never forgive herself if
she let him use her like that. She shook her head no, and started to
softly cry.
Stryker scowled at her and
aggravatedly said, "I know you know something that I don't know,
and you ARE going to tell me. If you don't, I will make sure the
guards kill you this time."
Kara rolled
up onto her knees and lowered her head. She said, "You know,
there is something you don't know. What you apparently don't know
is... that I'm tired of all your damn shit that I've had to deal with
since I've been here!" she said, somewhat happy with herself.
Stryker growled out loud, tired of dealing
with her, "Kill her," he ordered the guards. Both ran into
the room. One pulled out and cocked a gun, the other had a spear-type
thing. Kara jumped up, still warily, but her survival instincts
started to take over. She bolted to the other side of the room. Right
as she turned, the gun fired at her and the bullet seared through her
shoulder. She screamed out and fell to the floor, breathing heavily.
She used her other arm to pull herself to stand, groaning while she
did as her her whole entire body was becoming numb. The guard with
the gun shot at her again, this time hitting her in the leg. She
screamed out again in horrible pain. She could barely move, and
the guard with the spear thing casually walked to where she
lay.
Her eyes widened and she jumped to the
side, missed being stabbed with the spear. The guard shot her with
the gun again, twice. One hit her in the lower arm and the other in
her side. In tears, she crawled away from the guard with the spear.
He used the blunt end without a sharp tip and rammed it into her
ribs. She groaned out in the pain. Everytime she breathed in, it
hurt. She assumed the broken ribs punctured one of her lungs. She
gasped for air and pulled herself away. The man with the spear again
stabbed at her. He missed what he was aiming for, but he caught her
on the leg right above the knee. Kara screamed even louder this time.
She couldn't open her eyes but she forced them open. She looked at
her legs and saw that the guard still held his spear in her leg. It
was bleeding too much, to look at it. She took in a hard deep breath
and felt her anger inside her. She tried to use her wings to hit the
man away from her, but her pain swallowed up her anger. Tears
streaming down her face she looked up at the guards. The one with the
gun aimed it at her head. She noticed Stryker standing against the
other wall, smiling evilly. She grimaced at the pain and her body was
totally numb. She couldn't stand it anymore. She screamed out, "I
will tell! I'll tell you!" she screamed out in pain again.
Stryker apparently used the guards to torture the girl until she
would break. And she did. "Stop!" he ordered the two
guards. They pulled away. The one who had the spear pulled it from
her leg and she groaned at the pain it caused as it ripped skin away
from her leg. She felt too weak to do anything; her body fell to the
ground, but still lay there, barely conscious.
The guards walked back to the door and Stryker walked to where Kara
laid. "Ok tell me. Tell me your other powers... and I will keep
the guards from finishing you." he said with a smirk.
Kara could hardly hear what he said, but knew what he would say. She
rolled to her side and groaned at the pain as she moved her body. She
took a painful breath in. She said in barely a whisper, "Will
you let me go free, if I tell you?"
She
couldn't see what he did or any face he made but he said, "I
will let you go if you tell me." He shifted his position and
squatted down on the ground enough to hear her.
"I don't know what it is..." Kara started and then coughed.
It was blood. She continued to cough.
"Tell
me, dammit!" Stryker said in a hoarse and pissed off voice. He
lurched forward threatening to hit her. She rolled over trying to
escape even more pain. She tried to stop coughing, not really that
successful, but hoarsely said, "Its.. its when I use my
tail..." she was at a loss of breath and painfully took in a
deep breath again. "Its hurts people... I don't know what it
does..." she limply laid on the ground and winced at the pain
of her whole body.
"What does it do?"
Stryker asked with a curios tone.
"I don't
know... It just hurts them... its a spike and... and they get
hurt... I can't control it..." she yelled out in pain when
Stryker rolled her over to force her to face him.
"Are you lying to me, girl?" she gruffly said. Kara started
to uncontrollably cough. She shakingly, shook her head. He pushed her
away. "Good... good..." he said evily. "Guards!"
The two guards came back into the room and they each grabbed one of
her arms and brought her to her cell. After they unlocked her cell
they pretty much threw her to the floor of the cell. She landed on
her shoulder and lurched onto her side. She only had enough strength
to moan at the pain. The guard slammed shut the door and walked
away.
Kara laid there for several minutes. She
couldn't move. Her body was sore and numb. She slightly turned her
head and moaned at the pain it caused her. She set her head on the
floor. She tasted blood in her mouth and she felt blood, wet on her
leg and shoulders and arms. The taste of the blood made her even more
nauseous. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain; she fell
unconscious.
Even as surprising as it sounds, I didn't die. It could've been dumb luck, but I think it was my very own angel who was watching over me. Imagine; an angel in that horrible place...
Sometime later, Kara
had come to consciousness, but she stayed sleeping. Though being
several days since the last encounter with Stryker, her wounds still
were there, since she couldn't use her healing powers. Kara finally
opened her eyes. She was laying on her cot with blankets laying on
top of her. She struggled to sit up. As she pushed herself up she
realized there were strips of cloth wrapped around some places on her
arm, used as make-shift bandages around her wounds. She looked around
the cell. No one was on the other cot, but knew someone was in the
room; she could hear their light breathing. She squinted her eyes at
the door. There was a dark figure leaning against the wall, staring
at the door's small opaque window. The same guy who was there
before.
She tried to get her breathing to calm,
but as she was sitting up, it just made it even that more difficult
to breathe. She let out a small moan and let her body fall back down
to the cot. She closed her eyes, and heard some movement near her.
What is this guy's name.. I can't remember... oh yes Kurt
wasn't it?
Kurt moved from his place by
the door ad sat down on the cot beside Kara. She tried to open her
eyes again, but she was too tired and exhausted. She carefully
listened and imagined what and where he moved. She heard him settle
down on his cot and it seemed he fell asleep. She soon too drifted to
sleep.
Later she opened her eyes at the sound
of guards outside yelling out at the prisoners. All the lights turned
out. They turned out the lights everynight at 7 o'clock.
At
least I know what time it is...
She kept
her eyes closed and hoped to return to sleep. A movement's noise from
beside her cot made her sit up and stare out to the black space. She
had to blink her eyes several times to get her eyes from being
blurry. She steadied her eyes at the place she could swear the noise
came from. She saw there a pair of glowing yellow eyes. She jumped
toward the wall away from whatever owned the eyes. She called out,
"Go away! Leave me alone!" she felt a hand grab her wrist
and she screamed at it. "No!" she struggled away
from the person's grip, but it held strong.
"Shhh... " the person said. "It ist me. Kurt Vagner.
Do not scream." he said and let go of her arm. She held her eyes
closed and opened them. She saw still the pair of golden eyes, but
she saw no body to them. She had very good nocturnal eyes, that she
could see better at night than daytime, yet she could not see
anything of Kurt except his eyes.
"What?"
she said in a dumbfoundedness. She thought she was just
dreaming.
There's noone here! I'm just seeing thing... grr
stupid dreaming... eyes...nng... ahh!
She heard no response se she was sure she was dreaming,...
But
I what I heard! Is there...
She reached
out to see if there was really someone there. Her hand shock back
when she felt a warm body in front of her. She closed her eyes,
trying to gather herself. "Kurt?... Are you there?" she
asked, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
Ok...
I didn't imagine THAT...
She was still feeling
insecure about her unsureness(I just made that up- - so sue me) . She
sat there, staring into the gold eyes she saw before her... the ONLY
thing she could see.
And they stood unblinking
until she heard a man's voice say, "You need to get some sleep,
Kara. It vill help your body to heal."
Kara laid down and stared up, trying to organize her thoughts. She
felt him pull over another small blanket and she looked over at where
he stood. She no longer saw his eyes, so she was clueless to where in
the cell he was. Her eyes warily drooped closed and she drifted off
to sleep.
And even angels come in strange shapes, sizes... and colors...
The next day, Kara awoke, but her eyes could not see. Being used to
this, from being hurt so much, she ignored it. She closed her eyes
and listened in to figure out if Kurt was still in her cell. She
heard a soft whisper, but she couldn't understand what was said. It
was German whispers, and she hadn't taken any language classes in
years. The only word she heard and knew its meaning was
"Gott"(meaning "God" in German). She again opened
her eyes and slowly her eyesight come to, but everything was dark and
blurry. She sat up her head and saw a shadowed figure sitting at the
foot of her small cot. Her whole body was numb and extremely sore.
She started to say something but an extreme thirst kept her from
speaking and started to cause pain in her throat and chest. When was
the last time she had something to drink? Too long, that's for
sure.
She made a small grunting noise as she
blacked out but remained conscious, so she knew what was going on
around her. She reached out her hand to get Kurt's attention and said
in a dry, raspy voice, "Kurt... please. I'm thirsty..."
She gasped in surprise when she felt a hand grab hers. Her body was
numb, but she could tell he had a soft, gentle way of holding her,
even if it was just her hand.
"Let me help
you. Try to sit up," Kurt said as he grabbed her arm and helped
her to a sitting position. Kara's body was limb and she couldn't hold
herself up straight by herself. Kurt pulled her arm over his neck and
helped her stand with her body leaning against his. He carried Kara
over to the small sink in the corner of the cell and he turned on the
water.
Kara mumbled something that he couldn't
understand. Its probably filled with pollution and smells
badly... at least it's water...
She
couldn't hold her hand steady enough to keep water in it, so Kurt
very gently cupped her hand in his, filled it with water, and with
water dripping down both of their arms, he held her hand up for her
to drink. Over and over a few more times, she slurped up water from
her hand, but she still was hardly awake. Her eyes remained closed
and her body remained limp.
Once again, Kurt
brought up their hands for her to drink, but now she was starting to
open her eyes. Kara slowly opened her eyes glancing to her side and
finally focussing on her own hand. She gasped at what she'd seen.
From being in the dark so long(literally) she had never seen how Kurt
had truly looked like. Kara's eyes widened as seeing his blue
skinned, 3-fingered hand. She gasped again and her eyes slowly went
up his arm and met his golden eyes. She felt a wave of fear go
through her body; she wasn't even sure why. Why should she be afraid
of him? Her true form looked just as horrible. She felt a burst of
strength go through her body as well, and she violently pulled away
from Kurt's grip. She automatically fell over her heels, backwards.
She yelped out as she had several flashes of memories and emotions
when it all stopped. She looked to the ground and her face was only
inches away from the cold hard floor. She positioned herself to look
up and saw Kurt holding her at her waist, keeping her from falling.
She had an uncomfortable feeling, and she wrenched herself loose from
his hold, and she flew straight, face first into the floor.
Black.
God,... if there is a god... please help me... I have nothing left and I need someone... someone to keep me whole and someone to love me... why is Kurt being so nice to me?... am I that pathetic that he's doing these things for me? Do I even deserve him to keep me alive? I don't need life anymore... God, please help me...
Kara awoke, not too long later, in her cot with a sharp pain in the
side of her head. She couldn't move it much, but she slightly lifted
her head up, and right beside her bed, there Kurt stood. She looked
into his face and saw concern and a touch of love in his gold eyes.
She groaned at the pain in her head and closed her eyes again. She
listened as closely as she could to see what Kurt would do. He softly
said, "Shhhh... it vill be alright. It's okay," and she
felt him stroke her cheek.
Why
is he doing this? Does he.. like me? ... NO! I will not let him get
to me like this.
She shook her head, but
her sensitive thinking took over her mind.
But
this means he LIKES me... no one has even wanted to get close enough
to touch me since mom... maybe I should listen to him... maybe
he'll listen to me... who knows... I never believed Kurt would even cared enough to look at me. But
he helped me stay well and he comforted me in my pain... physical
AND emotional pain. I kept telling myself that this couldn't be
real enough to happen to me, but it was, and is happened. I was, for
the first time in the longest time, feeling loved by someone. How
ironic, that I felt better than I had in years at my home, yet I was
in a nasty prison, where I was beat and hurt so badly by that
horrible manStryker.
After around a month,
most of wounds were healed and I didn't feel pain anymore. I had
gotten to know Kurt so well. He told me about how he was lured here.
He said what he thought was someone he loved. was just an illusion to
bring him in. I told him about how badly I had it at my used-to-be
home. How my own father chased me away. I tried to keep my mind off
of those painful memories.
As I finally started
to feel better about myself and my mutant powers, it all. was put
against me and I could hardly keep my sanity.
Kara sat on her cot, bored, watching Kurt take a small nap against
the wall. She was deep in thought about him. Did he really love her?
Would he still care for her if they ever escaped? All these thoughts
passed through her mind, then she jerked her head up at a loud noise
from the hallway.
The door to their cell was
unlocked and two guards walked in. She stood up defensively, and Kurt
jumped up and stood beside her. Stryker appeared at the doorway and
said, "Take them both. It's time."
They panically looked at each other then tried to fight the guards.
The first dragged Kara from the room. "Kara!" Kurt called
out, then pulled away from the guard, but ceased any struggle against
the guards.
Stryker had a sinister look on his
face then said, "Don't worry, Wagner. You'll see her again. Very
soon." and with that the guard led Kurt down the hallway.
The guard struggled against Kara's energy. Since she had been sick,
her strength had built up and she could have taken him on by herself.
The guard hit her across the face and she yelped out, feeling her
sense of calmness and strength drain from her, she stood unmoving
before the guard. The guard pushed her into a room she had never been
in before. It somewhat looked like an operation room with massagist
chairs. Stryker walked in followed by the other guard who pushed
along Kurt. Kurt looked at her with a deep sadness on his face.
"Kurt..." she said softly.
After he
was forced to sit on the ground, Kurt said, "Kara, I just vant
to say I love you and I promise nothing vould ever make me feel any
different."
Stryker snuffed at him and
said, "How touching. He looked over at Kara's guard and he
pulled her arms behind her back to where she couldn't even move them.
The guard forced her onto the massage-looking chair. She pushed him
away from her yet he kept his hold on her. Stryker pulled out and
quickly and carefully prepared a tube that had a long needle on the
end of it. As Kurt saw this he jumped up, "Kara!" but the
guard quickly held him down.
It was done.
Kara's body became limp and unmoving. Kurt's eyes, curiously looked
over to her. Now Stryker came over to him. "Your turn."
Kurt stood unmoving and quiet, with angry and resistant eyes fixed on
Kara.
Styker smirked and said, "And you'll
get the same thing. I'll inject you with this brain controlling
solution and I will make sure you do exactly what I want you to
do."
He still stood in his spot and
remained quiet, now holding sorrow and still anger on his face.
Stryker chuckled evily and simply said, "And I will make SURE
you kill them." Kurt's face took a sudden downward slide
to looking like someone had stabbed him right in the chest.
When Stryker had him ready, and Kurt was already in the chair, and he
hadn't said a word. "You are silent, Wagner. No witty remarks?"
Stryker laughed and as he injected Kurt, tears fell and everything
was silent.
I don't even
remember what happened. It all happened out of my control. Stryker
told me to kill someone and I couldn't keep myself from it.
Now mind controlled Kara and Kurt stood before Stryker in absolute
absent-mindedness. He gave the two their orders and removed the
inhibitor collars from their necks.They were sent to attack poker
players at a bar in a nearby village.
I don't know if it was just my healing factor or some damn
self-will, but my bit of mind control wore off. And as lucky as I
was, I felt like I had killed my own soul because I left him
behind.
As the two mind-controlled mutants
approached the bar, Kara suddenly stopped and was left behind by
Kurt. She closed her eyes and she felt her self-control return to
her. What the heck! Where are-... Kurt! Her memories hit her like a wall and she suddenly realized what had
happened. She flew as fast as she could to catch up with Kurt's
teleporting. She finally stopped and reached him as he stood on the
outside, in the back of the bar. "Kurt?..." she
pulled him to look into her face, but when she looked into his eyes,
they were blank and no longer held the loving kindness that once was
there. She stepped away from Kurt and started to run away. She turned
and had the last look of him and whispered with tears, silently
falling down her face, "I love you, Kurt..." and she
disappeared into the woods.
None of this,
I can remember. The professor said he repressed my memories to where
I wouldn't feel the extreme emotional pain as I had then. But still a
part of me, feels as though I've know Kurt longer than I've know
myself.
At Stryker's base, he returned,
still with no mind of his own to had controlled his horrible actions.
Kurt again stood before Stryker. Stryker laughed and ranted, then
finally giving him his final assignment, "...you will pay a
little visit to the President of the United States..."