A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This chapter is slightly longer than my earlier ones. The next chapter should be up in a couple days, might take a little longer than my earlier chapters. So please be patient.
Chapter 5: Shrinking Wounds
Goat and Reaper raced back to the Medical Lab with Portman, Sarge, Destroyer and the Kid following a ways back ordering everyone to evacuate through the Arc, but not giving an explanation to why. Passing through the nano-wall the two marines gently laid Faith on one of the gurneys.
"What happened?" Samantha questioned watching her brother and Goat apply pressure to the girl's wound.
"And who the hell is that?" Duke added right before the rest of the marines filed in carrying a black body bag.
"She appeared in the sewers." Goat answered simply. He quickly went to the medical cabinet grabbing some bandages before hurrying back to the girl. Sarge paced back and forth, only stopping when he spotted an empty gurney with blood smears on the surface and no sign of Carmack.
"Where's Carmack?" he questioned angrily.
Samantha spared him a glance answering, "He disappeared."
"What do you mean he disappeared?" Sarge replied the anger in his tone not going away. Samantha turned back to Sarge looking him in the eye.
"He's gone. He disappeared." she stated simply. As Goat and Reaper bandaged the stomach wound, Reaper couldn't stop himself from thinking that the wound was getting smaller. Pushing that absurd thought aside, chalking it up to the weird things that were happening around the research station. First the creature in genetics, then the one they killed in the sewer. The two marines quickly finished bandaging the girl and hooked her up to a heart monitor, while half listening to the conversation of what happened to Dr. Carmack or where he could've gone.
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All this pain... suffering... and for what? Research. Genetic research. There was a reason why the Arc was built, why Mars is a dead planet, but no one paid attention to the small details. Chromosome 24 had the ability to make super humans or vicious monsters. These thoughts drifted through Faith's mind as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Although she was superhuman and had the fast healing that came along with it, the body did need rest to allow the healing process to quickly finish, but that was only for fatal wounds.
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Samantha Grimm stood near the gurney that supported the stranger from the sewers, she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew the woman from somewhere. So familiar. Pushing the thoughts away, the archaeologist went back to the desk to study the woman's weapons and a strap on pouch. Two pistols, a dagger and the most intriguing weapons, the sais. What was intriguing for Samantha was not the weapons themselves, but the symbol etched at the hilt. She knew a girl who had that same symbol on the back of her neck. Glancing back to the stranger an the gurney, she wondered. It couldn't be. She died. But...
Heels clicking on the metal floor, Samantha made her way back to the stranger's side. Her hand waved as she reached out to the woman's hair, but before her hand reached it's destination the lights flickered off. Snatching her hand quickly back, Samantha glanced around waiting for the lights to come back on, they did, but flickered in and out. Getting a creepy sensation crawling up her spine, the doctor surprised a shiver and made her way to the nano-wall.
"Duke..."
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It wasn't long before Faith became conscious, she stayed still relying on her instincts. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself at the current moment. It was times like these she favored her assassin training. They have never failed her yet. Concentrating on her surroundings she could tell there were two people in the room. A woman's voice, who Faith assumed was Dr. Grimm, echoed throughout the medical lab as she listed off organs. Slowly cracking her eyes open, her vision blurred before adjusting to the bright lights shining above her head. Flexing her fingers, she quietly pushed herself into a sitting position being very careful not to alert the marine and doctor. Her icy gaze swept around the room taking in every little detail. Spotting her weapons laying on the desk across the room, Faith glanced back to the marine and Samantha. It didn't take too long for the marine to notice her, turning quickly around training his weapon on her. Samantha followed his line of vision, letting out a gasp of shock when her eyes landed on Faith.
"How long was I out?" Faith asked, swinging her legs off the table, boots landing on the floor with a thump.
Brought out of her shock, the doctor rushed over to Faith laying a hand on her shoulder pushing the assassin back into a sitting position. "You shouldn't be moving around too much. You'll reopen your wounds. You are lucky to survive-"
Samantha was cut off abruptly by the soft laughter coming from Faith. Glancing towards Duke, who just shrugged watching the woman intensely, before turning her attention back on Faith. They probably think I'm crazy. Faith thought as she took a deep breath calming herself.
Locking gazes with Samantha, Faith quirked a smile. Neither could explain the familiarity they felt in that gaze, Faith pushed that feeling away. She had other things to deal with. Ignoring the doctor's advice Faith stood up and began unraveling the blood drenched bandages from around her stomach, speaking softly with a venomous undertone, "Yeah, I'm lucky alright."
"Holy shit!"
"Oh my god!"
Faith was expecting those reactions. Hell, she had those same reactions. Samantha went to reach out to inspect the healed wounds only seeing dried blood in its place, but before Samantha could get close enough Duke pulled her back, training his gun on Faith.
"What the fuck are you?" he questioned.
Sighing, Faith slowly lifted up her right wrist. A series of numbers were tattooed into the skin, right on the vein. Duke slowly lowered his weapon realizing the significance of those numbers, while Samantha covered her mouth in shock. As the doctor took a step forward, Faith thought to herself. Here's where the fun begins.
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