Chapter 5: The hunt

Rose drove down the road from her father's lab. Next to her in the black car she had a folder with useful information, a picture, a locator and a phone. She was not going to fail her first mission.

She picked up the picture and looked at it. The almost demonic creature in the picture couldn't be hard to find.

She drove up to a motel by the road. She payed for a room and when she got inside she sat down to read the information. The room wasn't much, the typical, a bed, a bathroom, a small kitchen.

Subject 0097

Name: Subject 97

Sex: Female

Age: 8 months/ 16 years

Purpose: Created to be the living weapon of Mr. Scath. DNA from his wife was given to Dr. Wilson lab. The Subject was given a set of supernatural powers. She has singlehandedly taken control of her vision powers. The vision powers are her main power, it is controlled by her mind. If she sets her mind to kill you, all she has to do is look at you.

The Subject is not human, she has human origins and human DNA, but there is mixes of her DNA. It is unknown what the other DNA are, but they do not seem human, they are more animalistic.

Other information: The Subject has formed some relationship with Dr. Logan, as she has been given many opportunities to kill him but she has not. The Subject has no real known weaknesses, water has been known to be a fear.

Known abilities:

Kill with eyes and mind (Kill without touching)

Nightvision

Some kind of transformation (Unknown form)

Sharp claws/nails, teeth

Speed (Seen as a blur)

Some may be unknown to The Subject.

Rose placed the folder down and looked at a different set of pictures. five out six were rage attacks where she either killed or looked ready to kill, the last one was a profile picture. She looked drugged, but was yet awake and aware of what was happening around her.

"You're a strange being, Subject." She looked into the eyes of the creature. "But I will capture you and make my father proud."

xXx

Raven sat in the chair by the dining table. Marie was sitting behind her with a brush and a pair of scissors. Mark and Garfield was also there, Raven was holding Garfield's hand, she seem afraid of the scissor, Garfield thought.

Mark was leaning on the table, he didn't understand why Marie wanted to cut her hair, but he let his wife have if. His eyes glanced at Raven holding Garfield's hands many times, but he didn't pull them apart. The sight was kinda cute.

"Okay, Mark, I know what you are thinking. Why do we need to cut her hair? Well, if she has a different appearance she might not be recognized so easily and she don't need to be cooped up here all the time, if for example: You need to go to the store and can't leave her alone, you could take her with you." Marie explained as she finished brushing through the long hair. "I won't cut it too much. Maybe her lower back."

Mark nodded. "I understand, you make a good point."

"Okay, are you ready, Raven?" Raven nodded her head slightly, her eyes closed in fear. "I will be careful, I promise."

She cut. A long piece of hair fell to the floor.

An hour later, Raven's hair was notably shorter. Instead of reaching her knees it went to her neck. Marie wasn't a hairstylist, but she tried. They could all agree that she did do a pretty great job, even Raven liked it better.

"So, what do you think?" Marie asked as she gave Raven a small hand mirror.

Marie held the mirror in front of her as she tilted her head to the side before lifting a few strands to inspect it. She looked concern for second before smiling. "I like it."

"That's good." Mark said. "Now that you have a different appearance, the ones Slade is sending out won't be able to recognize you as easy."

"Ones sending out?" Garfield asked. "He's sending people out to find her?"

"Yes, Slade thinks he has worked hard on her. He has in some ways, but it was the rest of us that did the work. He just claimed himself as her master until the boss is going to pick her up."

"Boss?" Maire looked at Mark in concern. "Slade has a boss? I thought he was the boss."

"Both yes and no, I don't know the name of Slade's boss but I know he is working for someone."

xXx

Night had fallen. Rose was driving through the streets again, she thought the best time for hunting the Subject would be at night but it was harder. She took a sharp turn to the right, as she drove her eye glanced through windows of the houses, nothing seem out of the ordinary. Everything was normal, like those humans, she thought.

Rose's mind began to wander.

She needs her vision.

Use the blindfold.

How could someone like her escape like that? Somebody had to have helped her, the girl was practically handicapped in so many ways, yet as deadly as fire. Rose glanced into a house.

A family was eating dinner, having fun, laughing. It was a family of three, a dad, a mother, a daughter. Rose's mind wandered back to the childhood she didn't have, she sighed in anger. It wasn't fair, her mother had died and Rose lost her childhood with her. Her father had trained her the moment her mother died.

Rose shook her head, no. She was going to get the Subject to her father then run away to Hawaii or something. Yes, that is what she wanted, a vacation. Some time away from training, her father, everything…

She looked in another house, it was a family of four. A woman, a man, a teen son and a… Purple haired girl… Her eyes narrowed.

Could this be just a normal girl with purple hair? This girl had short hair, but the Subject had long, really long…

Rose stopped the car in front of the house. Those eyes, that face… Everything just fit together, but the girl's hair put her off. She looked for the family's name, it stood on the mailbox.

Logan.

Her mind clicked, she had found the Subject… And a traitor…

xXx

So, next chapter will probably have some violence… Anyway, I don't know if American's have names on their mailboxes, but in Norway we do… It's done with anyway.