Primeval Unleashed
Christina Lee was supervising the Shifters that the Catchers had taken. The boy had taken each Catcher and had them take a Shifter while time had been stopped. Most were still asleep, but one was giving her trouble.
Gerr was thrashing against his captor's hands, veins popping out on his neck as he tried to keep his own Primeval at bay.
"Dear boy, you need to stop this nonsense, you can't get away."
"What have you done with her?" he demanded.
"I have started the spark that many of the world have been waiting for. She will be with us very soon. Take them to the extraction chamber, except for him. Put him in isolation. Then I can deal with him later." She addressed to the Catchers. A small scientist had appeared at her side.
"Doctor, I don't think this is a good idea, we haven't even tested them—"
"I don't care, he needs the energy, he won't last long without it. " At least, not until Kela gets here. She thought.
"Get me out!" she yelled, thrashing against the ground. Soon, she felt her jaw tightened, speaking, let alone breathing, was become difficult for her. Her head throbbed as the Primeval stab at her consciousness, a feral growl escaping her throat.
"Kela, what happened?" Logan said, grasping at her arms as she threw her body away from them. Logan had run to her when she screamed, and tried to pry the broken syringe from her hand.
"Lee…need…needle…Primeval…adre…adrenal…adrenaline!" She screeched and bucked, desperate to keep the thing inside her. A spasm wracked her hand, and the syringe dropped into two halves. Hank held her head in his hands.
"Kela, don't let this thing take over. You can defeat it. Listen to me! Don't give in!"
"NO!" she spat out. She gasped out a breath and lay still. Her hand shot out and wrapped around McCoy's neck. Her eyes shot open, and stared menacingly at him. She barked out a yell and threw him away from her, before slamming against a wall. She grasped at her stomach, suddenly realizing what she had done. Her eyes kept changing from her normal orbs to the cats-eye she had seen in her dreams. She ran and threw herself out the window, landing with a thump on the grass, the glass falling over her.
She hunched over, her body wracked with pain. She screamed as two nubs began to grow on her back. As she grew larger, wider and taller, the nubs grew to two great humps. With a great splitting sound, the Lexica ripped down the back and split in two. Her hands grew into claws, and talons sprouted from her nails. She threw her head back as scales spread out from her eyes, and her face elongated and fangs lengthened from her mouth and short horns just out from the back of her skull. The great Dragon roared as the wings spread out from the body.
Inside her mind, Kela sunk down further into herself, the Primeval began to wrap mental chains around her arms, legs, and body. It bit into her mind, screaming in pain.
Logan was running down the stairs to get outside, Hank and Storm close at his heels.
"We need to keep her under control! Don't let her leave the grounds!" He yelled, shoving the door open and releasing his claws. The Dragon heard the thump of the doors, and swung its head around, roaring. Storm had come up beside him, Hank yelling at Pete and Bobby. With a last growl, Kela-Dragon's wings flung out and began to pump at the air, slowly rising up and up. Logan launched himself at her, and slammed his claws into the tail end of the Dragon. It screeched and fell back to the ground, flinging the tail around to get this foreign thing off of it. With a great flick of the tail, Logan flew off of the Dragon and landed in a heap near the school. With a howl, the Dragon inhaled, and expelled a great fire from its mouth. A jet of Ice came to meet the fire, Bobby encased in ice slowly walking towards it.
The Fire stopped, and shot a jet of ice at the Dragon's face, covering the mouth in ice. He did the same with the wings, the legs and feet.
"Do you think that will hold?" Logan asked.
"Not a chance, but it can stall her." Bobby said. As if on cue, the Dragon thrashed its head and a great cracking sound was heard; the ice broke apart on the Dragon's head, and similar on the wings and feet.
"You can't stop her, it's useless." Storm said. Her eyes clouded over and became completely white; the wind picked up, branches come loose from the trees and the metallic tang of lightening filled the air. The Dragon roared as a bolt shot down from the sky and struck it on the side of the wing. It screeched in pain as the smell of singed flesh. It breathed fire again, Bobby barely able to stop the massive wave that flew towards the X-Men.
"Logan, we can't stop her! I don't think I can fight off that next breath of fire." Bobby gasped, his energy nearly spent. It wouldn't matter. The Dragon launched itself into the air, the singed wing barely able to make a full flap.
"Kela can't go far, Storm made sure of that." Logan said.
"Yeah, just into the city, surrounded by millions of people! We can't stop her, Logan, no one can!" Hank yelled.
"We can at least try, I won't give up on her!"
Christina Lee had just gotten off the phone with one of her force, telling her that Kela had taken to the air. They were waiting in the middle of the city, milling about the unsuspecting thousands, waiting for the sound of the Dragon to enter their ears.
Come out; come out, wherever you are. She thought, discreetly checking the firearm she had been given. It had been modified with tranquilizers, enough to kill an adult African elephant. She hoped if she emptied the round into Kela, it could bring her down. A call came in on her earpiece.
"The Shifter has been spotted in the area, The first wave is headed out." Dr. Lee smiled. The game has begun.
Already, the screams became heard. The Dragon had dropped into the middle of the city, breathing fire in its wake. Gunshots rang in the air, and the Primeval shrunk from the sting the bullets made. Nothing pierced its skin, and it became enraged. The fire it breathed out obliterated the first wave from RegiCorp, ash in place of human bodies. The Dragon reared its head, and Logan shot out from the ground and wrapped his arms around its neck. Logan's claws found a soft spot at the base of its neck, and sliced it cleaning down the middle. The fire that was beginning to form exited out the hole in its neck in a molten mess. It snapped its jaws at Logan unable to reach the mutant that held on to the neck. It flung off Logan, who landed in a heap as Dr. Lee aimed her gun.
A fist slammed into the side of her face as she made to pull the trigger. Storm had flown down and made sure she hadn't done the unthinkable.
"What are you doing? I need to bring that thing down!" Christina yelled.
"You did this to her! I won't let you take her." Storm answered back. Christina reached for the gun, and launched herself at Storm.
"Unless you want it to keep killing people, I suggest you let me do my job!" She punched her in the face, and then ran off to get a better vantage point. She had noticed something that would give her the Shifter on a silver platter.
Peter was trying his best to dodge the Dragon's swings of the tail and hitting its legs to bring it down. If he could only get it to calm down, Kela might be able to come back to them. Then something began to change.
The Dragon had ceased attacking, and turned the great head towards another part of the city. It roared, and flung Peter aside with its tail as if he was a mere annoyance. The nostrils flared as the body heaved itself towards a figure in city. It growled, a familiar nuisance filled the Primeval's mind. A man sat in a wheelchair, eyes steady and even with the Primeval's. Its mouth snarled and hissed.
Kela! Come back to me. The man called Charles Xavier sent in a thought towards the great Dragon.
She is gone; I have taken over, now move away, little man! The Primeval had taken over.
I know she is in there. Let her go, she has something great in her.
Ha! The child is nothing compared to me. Do you think she has a chance against the Apocalypse? She won't last five minutes in that game.
The mental battle began. The Primeval stabbed at the Professor's mind, his own mental shields up to block it. Outside, the beast roared and made to squash the man in the chair, but for some reason, despite all the Primeval did, the talons fell within inches of the man, creating deep depressions in the city ground. Xavier probed deep into the Dragon's mind. Kela was struggling against the bonds; she reached out a hand, just out of reach.
Help me! She thought.
Christina Lee fired out the round into the open spot at the base of her neck. The Dragon screeched and threw itself back. It shook its head, the eyes changing back to a normal dark-green. The great beast swayed back and forth, shrinking and changing. Kela fell to her knees, a line stretching from the top of the throat to the hollow area at the base of the neck, a trickle of blood coming out of the mark. A look of pain, and fear crossed her face, and she reached out a hand to the man who she had heard so often. She fell to the ground, unconscious.
Logan had appeared around the corner, and stopped dead. Catchers flew past him and grabbed the girl down on the ground.
"What have you done?" Xavier asked.
"I stopped a dangerous Mutant, Professor Xavier, she would have killed you and this entire city. We will take care of her." She walked past Logan, after the Catcher.
Logan was staring at the man he thought to be dead. He was sure Professor had died at the hands of Jean Grey.
"Professor?"