Red Headed Wife
Third Person P.O.V.
Bridget messed with the tiny ring on her finger. The diamond sparkled. It was thirteen years ago, but to her it felt like it had happened this morning. Bridget glanced up to see him coming into the lab. A smile spread across her face. He came in, obviously tired from the exhausting day. He ran a finger through his hair.
"How did it go today, hun?" Bridget asked. He looked to her and sighed.
"Another failed attempt," he shrugged.
She glanced down to the two pictures in her hand. They were her daughters, yes, even though she had given them up nine years ago to a foster family. When they were four she decided to go back and get them. She had studied their DNA and one could hold the key.
"She set the Erasers on fire, again. We invaded the house and they escaped. All of them," her husband groaned. Hot anger flared inside her. How could they be so powerful?! She hated that they had escaped the first time! Especially that little pyro!
She looked down at the pictures again. Her daughters.
"Flair seems to be recognizing how powerful she is," Bridget stated. He took one of the pictures and glanced at it.
"Yah," he chuckled.
"Alex, now she's just a complete failure! She cant even fight!" Bridget crumbled the other picture and threw it to the ground. Her husband rubbed her shoulder. He was so much older than her. She saw it in the wrinkles around his eyes.
"And their half sister! Ugh! When exactly is she supposed to have that dumb baby?" Bridget continued to be harsh.
"Should be six months now, give or take," the man nodded. He rubbed his chin.
"It's your fault she's so…rebellious! It was your idea to take them out of here in the first place! Experiment, you said. Well, did you expect for them to decide to go against you after you left? We should've kept them at the School in the first place! Then none of this would have happened!" She blabbered.
They were at another lab, hundreds of miles north of the School. This place was called the Laboratory. How original.
Bridget didn't go by her new last name, Dwyer just seemed to fit better. She decided she was known better by it.
"If we get that baby, please tell me we're gonna end this madness," Bridget whispered.
He was about to say something when an Eraser came to the door of the little lounge area. It knocked and he answered the door.
"Jeb, sir, we've lost them. They flew out of range precisely eighteen minuets ago. The choppers couldn't spot them neither," the beast said. Jeb sighed and turned to Bridget.
"We'll talk about this later," he mumbled as he buttoned his lab coat. Then he was gone and she was left bubbling with hatred.
She twisted around and found the pictures she had thrown down.
"Girls, one of these days you'll learn to obey mother," she shook her finger at them. Then she folded them neatly an placed them in her pocket.
Flair and Alex were hers, but Maximum was not. She was her step daughter. Bridget hated Max. There wasn't much Bridget loved, but Max was at the top of her list of things she wanted gone off the face of this retched planet. That was her thoughts, of coarse.
Bridget Batchelder sat down in front of a computer. What could she do? Who was her next victim?
She clicked on a file that read 'Gwen Orksmith- Avian'. She recognized that this was the mutant who had been sold a few months back. She bit her lip. This girl had come back and was busted out by Flair.
Bridget put the puzzle pieces together. She was onto them.
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