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Chapter 7

The numbers of mutants harbouring in the mansion has largely decreased, clearly unknown to me and anyone else there are secret passageways that allow them to flee. But I don't care, I have no interest in finding any more mutants, except for Stryker.

I walk down the stairs, my hands clammy with Kirks blood and the hairs on the back of my neck stand tall.

"Round them all up, we'll have to make do with the mutants we have" his voice trails in the hall.

I turn to see him surrounded by soldiers hidden by masks with guns in their hands.

"Ah my Dana, come back empty handed? It's quite alright, we've found a few select animals we can use." Stryker points to the van parked out beyond the front doors. My eyes refuse to leave his.

I try to shift my ability into any of the mutants I can sense, but they're too weak and their cells are too busy trying to heal their wounds than focus on their mutant gene.

"Kirk is dead" I murmur, trying to hide the anger in my throat. I don't care if I have no ability to shift, I'll choke him out with my bare fucking hands.

Stryker remains emotionless, his face still.

"Hmph" he sighs, turning his body toward the door, "Shame, he was a good lap dog."

"He told me Stryker." I shout out as he begins to walk out. "He told me about Don..." my voice breaks.

He pauses, his back still facing me. I can feel it... for the first time since I've been in his possession; fear in his veins.

"Dana, I don't know what Kirk said..." he begins

I curl my fists, my nails digging into my palms- making them bleed.

"But it isn't true."

Only a liar's pulse beats that fast.

I begin to run toward him.

"GET HER!" he demands.

Soldiers intervene, spraying either tranquillisers or fists in my direction.

One grabs me by my shoulders and then the others grab my feet.

"Chuck her in the van! Grab the taser!" I hear Stryker call, but I can no longer see him.

I begin to scream, louder than I have ever done in my life. I picture Donna in my arms, my light and happiness; taken from the world.

Then all of the sudden, a burst of heat explodes within every muscle in my body. The hands that gripped me tight now feel lifeless. Igniting within me is energy... and most importantly strength.

I kick the soldiers off of my feet who land on the pebbled path, inches away from the van. The people carrying me, unable to do so anymore, crumble to the floor at my sudden gained weight and strength.

"What are you imbeciles doing?!" Stryker questions, standing at the side of the van.

I jump to my feet, turn and punch both of the guards in the face. Without warning, they both fly toward the mansion.

I turn toward Stryker, my eyes connected to his. The fear in his veins pumping faster and faster.

"How..." he whispers to himself.

I look at my hands, covered in Kirks blood and then I lightly trace my lips and then rub my fingers on my tongue.

My mouth gapes open... not only can I copy mutations ... I can steal them.