Prodigy – Chapter 3
Hello once again people, I am currently on holiday so hopefully I'll be getting a few more chapters for this and Thunderstorm up soon.
Note: I own Brady Duff, but Mutant X is the property of someone else.
Brady sat on the dojo, having exhausted himself from training, he had been back at Sanctuary for a week since he had tried to run away and he had spent nearly all his time training and trying to control his powers. He seemed to be doing well but Brennan was still uneasy. He and Jesse had ran a few tests and discovered that if Brady lost control of his sonic abilities, he could have the potential to create earthquakes that could level a city and kill tens of thousands, perhaps millions. In her heart, Shalimar knew this as well, but she believed that Brady could control his power.
Eckhart on the other hand, was not so confident in the child's gift. He knew he desperately had to capture the boy and have him work for the GSA after extensive training, Eckhart also as always, had a plan to achieve this goal, and it was perhaps more evil than any of his previous ones.
"Hey Brady, we're gonna go into town and catch a movie and a bite to eat, you wanna come?" Brennan asked after talking to Jesse and Shalimar. Brady had been so caught up in training that he hadn't slept or eaten properly for days. Brady thought about it, on one hand if he went out he could lose control and hurt someone unintentionally but, at the same time, he knew that he hadn't gone out for ages and that a night out could do him good.
"Yeah Brennan, I'd like that, give me twenty minutes to get ready," Brady replied, he deactivated the simulation he was running and headed for a shower and change of clothes.
Brady was having a great time. The team had gone for some food first and picked a film to see, one which Brady and Jesse alike had been dying to watch. Everything was going great until Brady excused himself to go for a breather outside. He stood outside the movie complex, breathing in the fresh night air. He looked about and saw someone he thought he recognized standing on the other side of the road. Brady's heart must have missed a couple of beats, because he was sure it was his dead father standing, smiling at him. Brady gave himself a little shake, he had to be wrong, there was no chance that it was his dad gesturing towards him to follow. The figure walked off and Brady's curiosity got the better of him. He crossed the road and followed a very familiar scent. The distant smell of the cologne that his father had loved to wear. The figure turned a corner and Brady followed, turning into a dark alleyway. Brady began to feel uneasy, there was the figure again, but Brady felt something else. He was being watched, he was sure of it. He took a step forward.
"Dad," he called, the figure smiled and nodded. Brady's heart did a somersault. Since his parents had been murdered, he had felt this whole in his heart. Mutant X had began to fill that whole and they came closer and closer to Brady but he had still felt that something was missing, and now that feeling was gone. Brady took another step and a ring of fire surrounded him. Brady cowered, he hated fire, Shalimar had told him that it was something that most ferals were afraid of. His eyes flashed feral and he called to his father, "Dad, help me please," the figure just stood there smiling and raised his arm. He was holding a gun. He aimed at Brady and before Brady could react, he fired. Brady felt the dart puncture the skin on his neck and began to feel drowsy. The last thing he saw before he collapsed was his dad walking through the fire as if it wasn't there. The fire disappeared and Brady's father morphed back into the same agent that had originally pulled the trigger on Mr and Mrs Duff. His psionic partner stepped out of the shadows. The psionic who was known only as Psy tilted his head and looked at the youth lying on the ground, the tranquilliser still embedded in his neck. He felt no remorse for praying on the teenagers' hopes and fears. The fire had never really been there, Psy had merely made Brady believe that it was real, and Brady's own brain had done the rest. He looked over to Mr Garcia, the feral/molecular that had been assigned to capture the kid.
"We should get him back to Mr Eckhart, that sedative will not last long against his feral immune system," he said telepathically. When he had mutated, Psy lost the ability to talk vocally so he had learned to send telepathic messages to people when he wanted to talk to people. Garcia merely nodded and went over to pick up the boy who could supposedly be the saviour of the children of Genomex.
Jesse was worried, Brady had been gone for an hour and when he went outside, Jesse couldn't see any sign of Brady. Communicating with Brady via their comm. Rings was no use either. Jesse alerted Shalimar and Brennan to this and they spent another two hours searching for him, without any results. Shalimar failed to pick up his scent and was beginning to get annoyed; she hoped Brady hadn't run off again. Brennan went back to the car and used the GPS to look for Brady's ring signal. The team found the ring in an alleyway, without a Brady next to it. Shalimar picked up the ring and flashed ferally. She could smell the agent she had seen Brady knock out just one week ago.
"Brady's been taken by the GSA, I'm sure of it!" Shalimar said to the others. Jesse paled and Brennan stayed quiet.
"Let's get back to Sanctuary, we can think of how to get Brady back when we get there," Jesse suggested quietly. Shalimar and Brennan nodded and together they headed back for the car.
Brady woke up strapped to a chair in a bare grey room. He was alone. Brady tried to get out of his restraints but failed. He tried to use his feral strength but got a zap of electricity for his trouble.
"Oh not again!" Brady exclaimed, he guessed that had a sub-dermal governor on his neck. Brady had learned from last time not to try and take the thing off so just sat quietly, thinking of how to get out of the chair. The door kissed and opened, Brady looked up to see a man he had previously learned was Mason Eckhart.
"Ah, Mr Duff, we meet at last. I must say that at first I doubted that you would be worth kidnapping, but after my agents' reports, I just had to meet you," Eckhart said calmly, he was fascinated how such a young person could give off such a calm and collected presence considering the circumstances, his own staff quaked in their boots whenever he walked into a room. This was the way he wanted it of course but this mere child showed no fear what so ever.
"I wish I could say that meeting you has been high on my to do list but I am afraid that blowing your agents away has been simply too much fun. You really should consider getting some better people. Your agents are child's play – except that one guy, the feral. He's quite good if you're trying to beat up a piñata," Brady said sarcastically.
"I see that your sense of humour has not left you in what must be such an awkward position, but I did not bring you here to chit chat – I have an offer to make you that you simply cannot refuse," Eckhart said ever so confidently. Brady squirmed in his seat.
"What could you possible have that I might covet?" Brady retorted, he really did not like where this was going.
"Why your parents of course, alive and well," Eckhart said with a grim smile. He stepped to the side and two people walked in. It was undeniable, Brady knew that they were his parents; they even smelled like them. He could smell the perfume his mother wore and subtle hint of cologne from his father.
"Mum, Dad?" Brady asked quivering in his seat.
"Yes, Brady, it's us!" His mother said.
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