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She was furious. She was more than furious. She was murderous. Not that she'd actually do that, but it came down to the same conclusion. Emily was walking with her. There was a better phrasing for that. Emily was trying to walk with her.
She could feel the still barely warm blood cool against her hands. She could still see the last memories of the man before her eyes. And she clenched her hands tighter and harder and walked faster, because she was tired of this.
Emily was trying to say something. Calm her down or something, she wasn't sure, but right now she was on a determined path to find the bastard. The irony in this whole situation was the fact that: the man now dead, in the interrogation room, was killed by someone that was on her newly acquired team.
A month after they moved to Three-mile Island Stryker promoted her to Captain. He gave her a full squad of soldiers to do with whatever she wanted. Seeing as she rarely went on missions, she allowed most of them to sit in through interrogation. The good cop, bad cop thing. She, however, should've known that her sudden promotion was because Stryker wanted something. All of them, each and every one of the men on her team were trained in combat. She was sent on missions. She was supposed to command a team of men, who had little to no respect for her, but a few of them, and make sure that those Stryker wants, gets back alive.
She did that. Mostly they followed her orders, she had a good thought that Wade had something to do with that. But she didn't complain. Up until now, all her suspects (if that is what one can call those who have done nothing but be mutants) had come back alive.
Until now, where she was stalking down the halls to the only place the bastard could be, with blood soaked on her hands and about two centimetres up her camouflaged jacket.
It had been a simple order. Really. There wasn't anything hard about it. Just stay with the man, until I'm done with seeing what Stryker wanted. That was the order. Just sit there, don't talk to him; just sit. The moron has a temper problem. A serious temper problem. The man wasn't talking to him, just like she had told him not to do, but apparently he couldn't just sit and be quiet like any other person would've been. No he started talking, and the man ignored him, like he had been told to do and the soldier lost his temper. He shot the man twenty-two times. Twenty-flipping-two times. He was barely alive when she got there. And no one checked it out, because just down the hall, there's a shooting range and someone is always shooting in there.
She didn't know what he had said. Maybe because her anger elevated to quickly that she couldn't listen to the words running through her head.
She was marching down the base's offices. Emily had said she'd meet her there after her interrogations and had been poking her head out when Kelly stalked past. From there on she's been following, trying to find out what had been going on. Kelly just ignored her.
"Sweets! I have this…" She gazed at Wade, who had suddenly appeared in her path, as he fell silent his gaze drifting to her hands. "What happened?" He asked.
She sidestepped him and continued walking. She didn't listen to him asking Emily what was going on. They'd find out soon enough. She simply continued walking; stalking more like it, and eventually came to the cafeteria (no more private kitchens, which was sad). She was going to ruin the appetites of a few people, but as of yet she failed to care much about that.
He stood near the veggie island as she and Emily had started calling it. Dead centre of the massive room was the island counter filled with all sorts of vegetables. From cooked to salads, but everything was vegetables.
She was pleased to see that he stood only in his camouflaged pants, boots and white muscle shirt. He was talking to one of the other soldiers, another one from her team. He had the day off, she liked him actually, he didn't disrespect her at all. It was the kid who packed her room. The poor boy had to listen to the Bastard. Bryce. That's his name. Bryce was talking to Jerry. Jerry the kid as he was known. Right now, she hated Bryce.
She never ate in the cafeteria. Wade would get a helicopter and take her and Emily out. Always, breakfast, lunch and dinner. This was the first time she even set foot in the place other than to call her team together for another mission. It was only Bryce who didn't notice her presence until it was too late. She stood right behind her, smiled sweetly and innocently at Jerry and slammed Bryce's face into the counter. The pans and bowls holding vegetables jumped slightly from the force she did it with. His curse following a satisfying crunch just made her happy.
Her hand was at the back of his neck. Her six months of torturous training had taught her how to handle men. She didn't exactly build up muscle, because she didn't want it, but she knew how to force anyone bigger than her to the ground.
She kicked the back of his knees and forced him down. He stood like that, face now turned onto his cheek, blood rushing from his nose and on his knees. She didn't even waste her time trying to learn who and what he is. She just took his image and replaced it with the man he had shot and shoved it into his head. She grinned at Jerry while the horrible images went through her head, projecting onto Bryce. "Hey, how ya doing, Jer?" She asked brightly.
He glanced at the soldier below her and then at her. "Great, ma'am." He muttered.
She nodded and lifted her hand after the images was done. "Good, are you enjoying your day off?" She asked as Bryce scrambled away. His hands running over his chest, tears streaking down his face and whimpers leaving his mouth.
Jerry glanced at him again. "Yes, ma'am. I am. Thank you." He said politely. He was always polite.
She nodded again and walked to Bryce. She crouched over him and pulled him by the front of his muscle shirt up, so she could put her head at the side of his head. "The next time you disobey me. I won't only break your nose and give you a couple of bad images. I will put you in a cage and tell Victor Creed to play with you, understood, soldier?" She asked coldly.
He nodded vigorously. He had better hoped none of his blood came near he jacket. "Y-y-yes ma'am!" He agreed quickly.
She shoved him back and got up. "I want you Stryker's office in the next five minutes. We will discuss further punishment there." She ordered and walked out.
Emily stood in the door, her eyes wide and shock practically radiating off her body. Wade just stood grinning, like he was the proudest man on the planet. She didn't even want to know what he was proud about. She stalked past them into the bathroom, cleaned up her hands and pulled her jacket off. She then walked to the morgue in the place and told them to find someone to clean up the mess in interrogation room six.
Wade and Emily followed her like lost puppies. She was clearly unhappy, she figured the only reason both of them were silent was because they thought she'd talk when she was ready.
When she finally got to Stryker's office, Bryce had gotten his nose cleaned up and bandaged. What use a single strip of white bandage was, she could still not figure out. But he was already there and knocking. She stood behind him, silent and still severely pissed off. She half hoped he would try to run. She'd kick him in the balls if he tried. "What?" Stryker snapped from the other side.
Bryce hesitated. She prodded him in the back with her finger. "Move." She hissed. He sighed almost dejectedly and walked in. Stryker was on the phone, so they stood a few meters apart and from the chairs. Wade and Emily stood at the door, pretending to be invisible.
The phone slammed down and Stryker gazed at them. "I hope there is a good reason for this. I was just on the phone with the General and he is still reluctant to agree to this plan." She didn't know what plan it was. And neither did she specifically care. What she did care about was that this plan was taking her time with Wade away.
"Tell him." She ordered Bryce.
Bryce took a deep breath and started out simple. "I shot someone." Too simple for her liking.
"No, tell him the whole story." She said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot against the rug.
He sighed and glared at her. "I killed the guy we were supposed to bring back in the interrogation room." He said.
Stryker narrowed his eyes. "Why?" He asked lowly.
Bryce was silent for about five minutes. "Because he was following Captain Armstrong's orders." He explained.
She glanced at him. She hadn't exactly expected that as the answer. In actuality she was a little shocked to find that as the answer. "Wilson, take care of him." Stryker ordered and waved them away. "Oh and Potter, you're being reassigned to Armstrong's team."
They snapped into a salute and she walked out. She hadn't exactly expected Stryker to order the man to execution. She stood in the hall for a moment and nearly jumped when Emily touched her arm. Wade was already leading the man in the opposite direction. He looked pained. She didn't stop Wade. "Come on." Emily said leading her down the halls, lower into the base. Above them was Stryker's little project. How he funded all of it was a question he evaded well. He wants to create something called Weapon X, out of someone. She didn't specifically want to know who that someone was going to be.
She dropped down onto the bed; in the room she shared with Wade. Emily sat next to her, wringing her hands like she knew something she didn't want to know. She'd been working with the doctors ever since they came back. "I need to tell you something." She finally said.
"I'm not pregnant." Kelly said immediately.
The topic had come up about a month ago when her period had been late. Which had been just that, it had been late.
"Not about that." Emily said softly. She was wringing her hands harder now. "Kelly, you love Wade, right?" She asked.
Kelly studied her for a moment. "Yes." She said carefully.
She nodded. "And he'd tell you when something isn't right, right?" She asked.
"I'd hope so." Kelly answered quietly.
Emily nodded. She sat quietly for a few moments. It was as if she wanted to desperately say what she wanted, but couldn't find the words. It was as if whatever words she did find, just probably didn't sound right.
It was as if she didn't want to be too blunt or too subtle. As if she wanted to say the exact right thing but didn't know how.
There were a lot of scenarios running through Kelly's head. The most constant of those scenarios being that she was pregnant. That since last months discussion there had happened something and she got pregnant, of course the 'what happening' shouldn't be too hard to figure out.
She knew one thing for sure. If she was pregnant she wasn't staying in this base. She was sure as hell not even going to tell Stryker if she left. And she'd make Wade go with her.
But that was another thing. They were definitely not ready for kids. They just got into this relationship six months ago. A child would only put strain on a good thing. But she still wouldn't get an abortion. It wasn't even up for discussion. Stryker could shove it up his ass. It was illegal anyway.
Kelly smiled. A kid wouldn't be that bad. When they'd leave they'd get the whole white picket fence thing. A four-bedroom house somewhere near a forest. A dog, a Labrador or a Golden Retriever, she heard those were good with kids. She'd teach the child manners and things like that. And Wade can teach the kid…something like self-defence or something.
How would Wade be with kids? She couldn't really imagine him as the fatherly type. He'd probably be their best friend more than their father. Or she could be wrong. He could be the best father on the planet. Wouldn't that be ironic?
She gazed at the wall. If it were a boy, she'd call him Carter. Or on second thought, not Carter. That would probably just be a slap in Wade's face. Casey. Casey sounded good. It wasn't Carter, and Wade would never know the girl's name had been Casey. And Casey is a unisex name, so Casey can be a boy. Collin. Collin sounded like the best option. As far as she could remember there hasn't been a Collin in Wade's history. Yeah, she'd call him Collin if she has a boy.
A girl? A girl can be Tanya. Or maybe she could name her Kay. Kay's a nice name, not something every other girl is called. Yeah, Kay, if it's a girl.
She hopes it is a girl. She could deal with a girl. She doubted a girl would want to be like her dad one day. A boy on the other hand. Now that's just looking for trouble. A boy would look like Wade. Definitely be a charmer. Melt the hearts of many girls. She was sure of it, but she'd still like a girl.
Maybe Emily could be the godmother. Emily was nice enough and caring enough. If anything were to happen to her and Wade she'd take care of the kids. She wouldn't mind. When last month's topic came into discussion she had been rather excited, she liked kids.
Who would be the perfect godfather? Maybe if she could find James or Chris she'd ask them. But she had no idea where they were. They just vanished off the face of the planet. Or maybe it would be her own fault, maybe she just didn't look hard enough to find them. But she will. And she'd ask James. Nothing against Chris. James was just there for a longer time than Chris. He was there from the beginning. So James would be the perfect candidate.
He's a little serious but he'd be able to take care of a kid. He'd really take care of them, protect them against all the bad things in life. But still allow space for them to grow up.
So, it will be Collin for a boy. It will be Kay for a girl. They'll have a white picket fence in front of a cream coloured house with dark green grass and roses. They'd have a climbing frame for when the kid grows up. They'd ask Emily to be the godmother and James to be the godfather. But first they'd need to look for James. Shouldn't be too hard. He'd probably go live somewhere in Canada, which is all good and well. She didn't really mind, made it less harder to look for him.
They'd be happy. There wouldn't be a Stryker to order them around. There won't be any more trouble. They could just be them. And live happily ever after. Like in fairytales. People liked fairytales. She loved them. Everything was always good.
She'd be able to read the kid millions of fairytales. All kinds of fairytales, not just the usual. And fables and such. Their lives will be perfect.
Kelly grinned to herself and looked at Emily. Emily was gazing at the opposite wall intently, still wringing her hands and looking scared. Kelly's grin faltered, but she kept the thought of them standing in front of a white picket fence with a laughing baby in her head to make it seem less bad.
She was sure that once the idea stuck it wouldn't be that bad. When it was a false alarm they could talk freely about it. But when it's real it becomes harder because of the situations she and Wade are in. But they can get out of it. Stryker can't keep them here if they didn't want to be and she won't let him force her into anything that might harm her baby.
She'd fight hand and teeth if he tried. They say there's nothing a woman wouldn't do for her family. She'd fight for them even if it killed her. Stryker could just go to hell.
She frowned. In all reality she wasn't sure what Stryker would do if she did tell him she was pregnant. He had said something about the mutant gene being passed through by something in the male blood. But she wasn't exactly sure. She had a feeling that he'd monitor her like a damn hawk if she did tell him she was pregnant. The best option would probably be not to even tell him. To just disappear of her own little heaven.
She liked that idea. She'd take Emily with them. She wouldn't leave her behind. It wasn't right to leave someone behind (and it isn't because she's left behind, but because half the men in this place are pig. That she is sure of).
She smiled again. She wasn't going to tell him. They all would just disappear without a word and live out happy lives.
Emily turned to her. Her eyes were swimming in tears. Kelly's smile faltered completely. Whatever it was the girl wanted to say it had nothing to do with kids. It couldn't have anything to do with kids. Not if she looked like that.
"Kelly, Wade's dying."