A/N) I haven't written a new story sicne last year -
I don't know what this is.
Except that it's an AU for sure.
Let me know what you think please.
Motivation is your Superpower
Dr. Kean enjoys her work.
She does.
Or did - until they reassigned her clean researching facility to project - x.
For the greater good of humanity they said.
"Kean - this project could change the world." Commander Hale - a tall broad, terrifyingly imposing man with a handlebar mustache had assured her.
"All due respect - sir. My facility researches alternate ways for the planet to use energy, natural energy - global warming is a thing of the past no because of - "
"War isn't."
And that was that. She and her most trusted members were relocated and given - this project to work with. This highly unstable, almost inhuman, very dangerous project.
"Dr. Kean?" A young man with large eyes and a face that did not belong in this room peers at her as she sweeps past in her long white lab coat.
"Talk Jones." She says flatly, she's running on nothing but two hours sleep and a half cup of caffeine. The bags under her eyes are proof enough of that. This project was getting to her - if it hadn't been for that stupid -
She shakes her head as Jones follows her in an uneasy gait.
"Um - you know the body scans we do regularly of the - the projects?" He says carefully, as if she's a ticking time bomb.
Kean cringes at the word 'projects' they weren't projects damn it. They were -
"What about them?" She says tiredly and places her hand on the print scanner that opens the giant four layers of titanium door.
"Um - well - something seems off about Number R - his reading were - Mutating?" Jones seems afraid to say it.
Kean blinks as the door slide open with a swoosh, she tucks a loos strand of hair behind her ear and snatches the holo-file out of the younger scientist hand. "What are you talking about? They're not even human to begin with how can they - "She stops, it's like someone punched her in the gut as her eyes read the numbers on the file.
Oh no.
She drops the thing and runs into the sealed room - no, no, no, no -
She stops - breath coming out fast and hard.
A giant hole gapes back at them through the thick unbreakable walls of the project's confinement chamber -
She freezes.
The last one - the one with the flames coming from his hands and eyes the color of hate and anger - he flicks his head back at her as the other two escape from the hole in the wall.
Her everything goes numb.
No.
The world spins - everything turns on end except for that - that thing - that form of boy -
He tilts his head just so and -and she sees it.
She sees the genius, the planning, the smarts, the - 'checkmate' in his eyes and he - he smiles.
Dry, condescending. A punch in the face.
"See ya doc."
And then everything explodes.
So - this is my fiftieth story ever.
Wow - not as impressive as I originally thought it would be.
But hey - I figured if I started writing on this site with PGG I might as well make such a milestone a PPG. Nostalgia man.