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Chapter 5
The van doors open, Sergeant Lawrence looks angrily at me; his eyebrows are narrowed and his jaw has tightened.
"Get out...now." He growls, pointing out of the van.
I shuffle delicately, my legs out in front of me. Just as I inch my way out, the Sergeant grabs my ankle and yanks me out, I fall to the floor, my arse hitting the concrete violently. I yelp, I may heal but it doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
I gently get to my feet, facing the falicity it towers over me. The doors are opened to me and I glance at the Sergeant unsure.
"Go in" he demands, pushing me by the shoulder forcing me to step forward.
I begin to walk forward, I sense no mutants near by. The wave of vulnerability again washes over me, they may not be able to hurt me but they can hurt her.
As I step in, the smell of antibacterial hits the inside of my nose and machines stand proudly in their allocated place.
I immediately see Stryker looking down at me from his glass office on the second floor, I can sense the anger wavering from both the Sergeant and him.
I walk past the operating machinery, a distinct memory of pain and blood pops up into my head, it leaves as quickly as it entered. I stagger up the stairs, a lump forming in the back of my throat.
Once again the doors are opened, but I do not feel welcomed.
Stryker's back is to me as I walk in, he's still looking out the glass office. I feel the Sergeant close the doors behind me, now I know there is no going back, there is no apology large enough...
"So, Dana... are you going to tell me what happened?"
"They were picking on Natty" I explain, as if that is a good enough reason for him.
Stryker turns, his eyes are empty as usual, showing no sign of emotion- but I can feel it: rage.
"...I know I shouldn't have..."
"Do you?" he pauses "Sergeant come in here please."
Immediately the doors swing open again, the Sergeant marches in and salutes Stryker, his posture is straight. I sense no fear from him, I'm almost envious.
"You know, I thought I had stressed the importance of today enough..."
"I'm so sorry..." I begin, but Stryker lifts his hand up, cutting off my sentence. His eyes meet the Sergeants.
"I'm talking to Sergeant Lawrence, Dana."
The Sergeant looks a bit surprised by this gesture, but he lifts his head up slightly higher and nods. "Yes, Sir, you certainly did."
"And what was the mission for today Sergeant Lawrence?"
"To get the mutants used to the other mutants, for Dana to scope out the best mutants and to find Cerebo." The Sergeant lists.
"Was that mission completed?"
The Sergeant hesitates.
"No Sir."
"What did happen then Sergeant Lawrence?"
I feel the fear begin to creep in the Sergeants spine, I try not to smile- good, the bastard should feel as worried as I do.
"Dana interrupted that mission by starting a fight."
Stryker nods, removes his glasses and wipes his eyes as if he were crying, but it seems the Sergeant and I are closer to crying than Stryker will ever be.
"Mmhmm, so I heard, but you know what I also heard Sergeant? I heard that you punished Dana in front of Charles Xavier and also told them about us taking over the school? Is that right? Did you reveal information, you were instructed to tell no-one?" The anger begins to bubble in Stryker's throat.
Before the Sergeant has time to respond, or even acknowledge what is about to happen- I hear the gun cock. Stryker raises his hand and pulls the trigger, shooting the Sergeant blank in the head.
Immediately dead, Lawrence's body falls to the floor. I don't even flinch; if anything, I'm a little relieved because I always hated that damn bastard.
My eyes remain on Stryker, whose eyes are now back onto mine- he lowers the gun.
"I must say, I'm ever so disappointed that today turned out the way it did. I guess we are going to have to go to plan B aren't we Dana?"
I remain silent.
"Did you get a good idea of the kind of mutants that will benefit our cause?"
I nod.
"Good" he takes a seat, and motions to the chair in front of him, I take it gracefully but still aware of the distance between him and I. Stryker pulls out an iPad, and clicks it open revealing photos of Donna- her face covered in blood and bruises.
"No!" I shout out, I reach for the iPad, but he yanks it back. I feel my eyes begin to prick with tears. "No, please don't..." I begin to beg.
"That happened because of your stupidity today Dana, do you understand?"
I can't tear my eyes away from my daughters face. My stomach begins to churn... oh my baby, my baby.
"She's only 6!" I blubber, but he doesn't respond.
"We won't touch her again if you do as you're told Dana, how many times must we go through this?"
I nod as I cry.
"Will you do as your told?"
"Yes! Yes! I will!" I yell out, my face red and eyes swollen.
"Are you prepared to go back into that school and burn it to the ground?"
I wipe my tears away, trying to remove the thought of Logan away, as I nod.
"I'll do it."
"Tonight?" he asks, a smirk creeping onto his face.
"Tonight" I agree, looking at the pained face of my baby girl.