AN: This is a very short chapter, but I felt like I needed it to bridge the events of the last chapter and the next. So you should treat it like an interlude.
This chapter marks the first 'appearance' of one of my favorite X-men characters, who just needed to be in this story. Next chapter we'll finally get to see some X-(wo)men, I promise.
Warning: Violence and minor gore.
Chapter 2: Aftermath.
Jagged rocks cut into her bare feet as she raced towards the cliffs end. She could already hear the ocean battering against the rocks, waves crashing and stones crumbling, though the sounds were nearly drowned out by the shrill siren that blasted from the compound behind her.
Her pursuers were far behind, but their bullets whirred past her frequently until finally one hit home. The force of the impact drove her to her knees and she clutched at her shoulder as she cried out in pain.
She allowed herself a mere moment of respite as her body was already working on pushing the bullet out. She focused on the ocean, the good cool ocean that was just a few more feet away.
She had never expected to make it this far. When the doctor released her she was sure that whatever test this was, it would end with her back in her cell. So when she fought her way to the surface, blood and sweat tinting her red, she had expected him to stand there, smirking away like he always did, an army of guards by his side ready to drag her back into her prison.
But all she had found were two guards, easily dispatched and then the cold night air. She had mate it to the gates when the siren started blaring and was over it and running when the first shots were fired.
She had no plan, no idea and what to do nest. She only ever known the compound, had only known grueling hours of training, tests and experiments. Anything else was unknown to her.
Except for one thing, one desire that was entirely her own and not an order given to her by the men in charge. The doctor asked her to, but he didn't have too. She would kill Him, it was the only thing that matter. The only thing that made her stand up and cross the last remaining feet to the cliffs end. More bullets cut into her flesh, but they did not stop her from taking that final step. And suddenly she was falling.
She missed the rocks, but the water from the height she jumped, was as unforgiving as concrete. Bones shattered and for a moment darkness reigned.
One though, one thing, one desire that kept her coming back. Her anchor in the stormy ocean, that kept her sane as the current pulled her under and she drowned and drowned again.
Up upon the cliff soldiers screamed orders at each other and a helicopter took flight trying to search the endless black ocean. Sinister watched from a distance, likening the spectacle to the behavior of ants, crawling franticly around their colony after their Queen has been taken.
He was alone for a moment, an eye of calm in the chaos of the girls escape. The crispness of the night air rejuvenated him and he took in a deep gulp of breath, the darkness hiding his smile. She did extremely well. She was not bred for intelligence, yet she possessed a cunning that made him feel almost proud. She was exactly what he wanted her to be. His perfect weapon.
His phone rang and Sinister turned his back on the mindless humans as he answered it.
"Yes?"
"The trackin' device is workin', boss." The man replied in his thick Cajun accent. "Vital signs are no good though. Up an' down an' up again."
"Nothing she can't handle. Contact me when she surfaces, we'll need to steer her in the right direction." Sinister replied.
"If you say so."
Sinister disliked the doubt he heard in his voice. That was something he would have to deal with after he was done with the government. For a thief Gambit had an excessive amount of morals.
"Send in the team. We're done here." Sinister ordered as he walked back to the facility.
"Malice and Scrambler are on route." Gambit confirmed.
When Sinister reached the compound again he could not suppress his smile. The game was afoot. And soon ... soon he would finally be ready for war,