Chapter 8: An Old Enemy
Seven Years Later
These groceries were heavy, but it was funny to see the looks on others faces as I was able to carry what most women couldn't. Up three flights of stairs was my apartment; there was an elevator of course but it was always out of service in the old building. Walking down the hall I sensed something wasn't right and flashed my eyes. When I got to my door I saw it was opened, so I sat down the bags I had in my hand and walked in knowing someone was still there.
Looking across my apartment I saw that white haired man again...the same one I had fought against in the past, had stolen the disk from, and even saw at my house before Adam found me.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded to know before I jumped over the furniture to grab his neck, "leave…or I throw you out," I held him by the window.
An agent jumped out ready to fight along with another.
"I want nothing to do with you...or your company," I said letting go of Mason's neck then jumped out the window into the back of a truck three stories down.
The landing was a little rough but it gave me the advantage I needed. Once the truck stopped at a light I jumped off it and realized I had nothing, no extra clothes or a place to stay. If I wanted to escape Mason Eckhart I could never go back to that place again and my old house was out of the question as well since he knew where that was too.
My foot kicked a metal trash can; I just couldn't understand how he found me. The apartment I rented was even under a fake name. I took out my cell phone then and started calling up some friends, telling them my place got robbed and I needed a place to stay for a while. Only one friend came through for me and gave the directions to her house. I didn't have to play the part of a victim, because seeing Eckhart at my apartment seven years after quitting Mutant X 1.0 was enough to get me shaken up.
That night I made my bed on the couch and thanked Sarah for letting me stay at her house. Even though I still was in paranoid mode, I managed to find sleep at around one in the morning. But sleep didn't last long as I heard footsteps from behind the couch.
"Now!" I heard someone whisper then opened my eyes to see a gun pointed at me and my eyes closed knowing this guy was going to shoot at me.
To my surprise it didn't shoot bullets, but a tranquilizer. I got up and pulled it out and tried to run out to the door and the men just started laughing. When I stumbled over my tired feet, I hit the ground. They laughed even more before picking me up and taking me out of the house.
When I woke up the surroundings were horribly familiar, this was the laboratory of Genomex under the charge of Mason Eckhart. I groaned and tried to move but my ankles and wrists were held down by metal cuffs.
"Leave me…alone."
Looking over I saw a young guy on the computer analyzing some type of structure, from what I knew of biology, I'd say it was my DNA. He was kind of cute, even as he turned in the chair towards me announcing to himself that I was awake, since I already knew that. I must have given him a confused look because then he started to explain why I was there.
"We're going to be good friends Miss Prescott. You thought you had escaped us back there yeah? Guess it's a good thing we tapped your cell phone, otherwise we wouldn't get a chance to formally meet. My name is Nicolas Olsen."
A smile formed on my face, "nice to finally meet you..."
Then I managed to spit on him once he came into range and I tried flashing my eyes but immediately stopped and screamed.
"Ah, that little devil there is the sub dermal governor. It's made to prevent you from using your abilities."
I was still gasping in pain as he finished.
"Don't worry little puppy, we're going to take care of you just fine. When we're done with you, you will have a whole new life with the GSA," he then got up and left the room.
Being back in this lab made me miss Lexa, Adam, and even Jeremy. When I moved my neck I could feel the device placed on my spinal cord and started to curse that I hadn't thought of the cell phone tapping.
