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Post by kittypatter on Aug 16, 2011 18:33:06 GMT -5
The punch hit her square in the nose and blood streamed down her nostrils, running over her lip and into her mouth. It made her want to throw up and she could feel sick rising in her throat, everything becoming too much. Her nose wasn’t broken, but it hurt so much and she couldn’t raise a hand to stop the blood. The fire that had been thrown at Loreli had hit a tree which was now smoking, its branches snapping and falling to the ground where it ignited the grass.
‘Get off!’ Loreli tried to force Sammy away but she punched again, hard, in the stomach and winded momentarily.
Wade was dancing around the flames like a member of a tribe, winking at Jordan who was coughing up blood, a hand to his throat, trying to soothe the pain. ‘What the hell was that?; he croaked, tears in his eyes. Never in his life had he experienced anything like that. The people before him were scaring him, more than anyone had managed to do these past few years. They accomplished in doing things that human beings shouldn’t be able to do. They were mutants! Fear enveloped his face and he tried to crawl away again, shocked to find Wade behind him, hauling him up by his shoulders. ‘What?’
‘You’re not going anywhere.’ He grinned, trying to lift the man who put no effort into it at all and slipped idly back down again. ‘You gonna work with me? Or am I going to have to get the brunette to help you?’ from the corner of his eye, he saw the dead greyhound and so did Jordan. His jaw dropped, a cry leaving dry lips.
'What? You killed my dog.. Why did you kill my dog?' his head was still throbbing and he couldn't seem to focus on anything. 'I think I'm going to be sick.'
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 16, 2011 18:47:12 GMT -5
He was dropped instantly. ‘Whatis it with you nerds?’ He watched disgustedly as Jordan doubled over, heaving and retching on the floor. Too be fair, he had just been shot, and had received some sort of mind torture. Also, his only friend was dead, but Wade had been through worse. Maybe.
Sammy grabbed Loreli’s collar, swinging her round and throwing her to the floor. ‘What is your problem?’ She hissed before punching her again, this time in the woman’s ribs and Loreli coughed, blood dripping down her chin. Her vision was dazed and she wasn’t sure at all what was happening. All she could feel was pain, everywhere, everything hurt. Her head was a maze of confusion, fear and pain. She wanted to get out, to get away. She opened her eyes and saw another hit coming in. She sobbed, waiting for the blow, but it never came. Sammy shrieked as she was dragged from Loreli, her legs kicking and her arms tensing against the strong hold. Bradley shoved her into Wade and he grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, clapping his other one over the girl’s mouth so her screams wouldn’t attract anymore unwanted attention. She struggled against him but he held her firmly, it wasn’t hard, her being so small. He watched as Bradley dropped to his knees beside Loreli, lifting her wrist and checking for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there.
He looked up at Stryker. ‘She’s not gonna last if we don’t get her back.’ He informed the Colonel, his voice was stern and serious, but his eyes told a different story.
Stryker nodded. ‘Let’s go. Zero, bring Doctor Fleming.’
Jordan lifted his head. ‘What? No, no, I don’t want to go. You’re all insane, what is this madness. You killed my dog.’ He moaned as Zero’s hands slipped underneath him and he was lifted into the air. He lead the way back to the jet, Bradley carrying Loreli, his gaze on her constantly.
‘I’ve decided I like you much better this way.’ Wade informed Sammy. She shook her head, her jaw working as she tried to bite his hand. He ignored her, grinning as he dragged her back to the jet.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 16, 2011 19:05:05 GMT -5
‘Sir?’ It was Zero, and they were back at long island. ‘Why did you bring her back?’
Stryker didn’t want to say it had been because he thought her ready, because in fact, it was plainly obvious she wasn’t. For a start, when she first arrived, he had been adamant that she be drugged and sent back, but something in him and thought maybe, just maybe, he could have caught two birds with one stone. Wishful thinking had sunk him like a rock. Why hadn’t she been ready? He was only giving her back what she had owned all along, why was it so hard to control it? Why was she so weak. He’d need to let her go – she was going to ruin everything. Today’s job had been done, but at more risk that what there should have been. And Sammy, she was getting wilder by the day, and not in a good way. Foolish women. 'She was ready. We need her too much - her power is so strong, it'd be rash to get rid of her.' maybe if he took back exactly what he had given her, he could inject it into Weapon X and train that power with much more ease than it was taking to do so with her. She was fighting it, and that made the transaction so much harder.
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Wade stared at Sammy, and she could feel him watching but chose to ignore it. He’d been staring for a while now, stony faced, waiting for a reaction. Well he wasn’t going to get one. Half of him was shocked, but the other half was turned on. That had been some power back there, and instead of seeing a little girl that could light a match with a click of her fingers, he saw someone with the power to destroy and it was exciting. He loved to destroy things. Niamh was sat in the corner, curled up in a chair and painting her nails.
But then he remembered what had happened between the two of them and he turned away, standing up to walk past her to the fridge. Sammy didn't glance up even then, but she could smell his sweet scent as he moved by, washing over her like a faint memory. What had come over her? This place was destroying her.
‘That isn’t very hygienic.’ Sammy muttered, picking at a pack of green grapes on the table. Niamh ignored her and flicked a bit of scarlet red nail polish at her.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 16, 2011 19:31:10 GMT -5
Loreli’s skin was as white as the sheets she lay on, her breathing shallow. The dried blood had been wiped from her face, leaving stitched up cuts, and a bandage was wrapped around her stomach. She looked peaceful as she slept, although no one was there to look over her except a few nurses who popped in now and then. Bradley was in the kitchen, working his way through his sixth bottle of beer. He looked a different man, stubble covering his chin and neck. He should of taken more care of her, he shouldn’t have given her the gun. But he had panicked and she needed to be protected. He ran a hand through his hair, images of that night playing over and over in his mind. They hadn’t been able to get near her as she slowly destroyed Jordan’s mind and Stryker had told Sammy to use her fire, which she had had no objections with. So much for being her friend, he thought, shaking his head. For some reason though, Sammy hadn’t stopped, and had practically tried to kill Loreli. Bradley had snapped then. He sighed and downed the bottle of beer in his hand and automatically reaching for another one. Maybe if he drank enough he could forget. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘Where’s the other one?’ Niamh asked Sammy, who had closed her eyes and was sat sideways on the armchair, her legs over one arm. ‘Y’know, the nice one.’ Sammy shrugged, ignoring the jibe. ‘Sleeping, dead, trying to destroy someone else’s mind.’ ‘Wade told me you tried to kill her.’ The blonde said, eyeing Sammy for a reaction. ‘He always talks about you after sex. But he never moans your name.’ ‘Probably doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.’ Sammy said mildly. Niamh frowned. ‘Zero told Eamonn about your kiss, he’s not happy, he’s looking for you.’ She didn’t actually know if Eamonn was looking for the other girl or not, she just wanted Sammy to flip and get in trouble again. It gave her a thrill to wind people up. Sammy visibly stiffened but her eyes didn’t open and her face stayed impassive. ‘Good for him.’ She retorted.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 16, 2011 20:17:24 GMT -5
The procedure was going to be quick, because Stryker didn’t want Bradley getting too emotionally attached again. Then he had wobbled down into the theatre, almost tripping on the bottom step and moving over towards Loreli's bedside. Looking down at her, Bradley clumsily grabbed her hand, listening to her rasping breathing and wondering if she was even awake. She squeezed his fingers pathetically, and clumsily Bradley climbed over her so he was lying down on the pristine bed with her. The machines around bleeped as the bed springs creaked awkwardly and he got twisted up in the duvet. With a murmur, slowly Loreli raised a hand and brushed it against his cheek to still him; the rocking of the bed was hurting her head and she just wanted to relax. The stench of beer greeted her like a punch in the face, and she wrinkled her nose, coughing slightly. It hurt her chest. It hurt everything. She felt Bradley’s hand fall across her stomach. He was so warm, his cheeks flustered.
‘You got drunk, and you didn’t invite me.’ She whispered, turning her head to face him. His head was buried in her arm, and for a moment she wondered if Bradley had fallen unconscious with all the beer he'd unceremoniously downed.
His thumb stroked her stomach through the thin sheet, his nose nuzzling her arm gently. All the anger had seeped out of him and he only felt self-pity. ‘I’m sorry.’ Bradley murmured back, feeling her hand in his hair, the drip going into her hand straining. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’ Loreli shushed him, comforting him with soothing tones but he kept apologising, tears spilling onto her arm and wetting the sheet.
‘Stop it.’ She moaned, throat hoarse. ‘You’re killing me. Don’t cry.’
Cupping his face, and pulling one of the wires out of her arm, Loreli rolled onto her side and cupped his face. He gave her a sudden energy, but her eyes were still tired, face drawn. ‘It’s okay, look at me.’ Bradley opened his eyes, staring straight at her and knocked his forehead against her own. They stayed like that for a while, listening as her breathing settled slightly, and a nurse behind them moved around trays and prepared another bed.
'It's my fault.' he tried, sqeezing her hand. He couldn't seem to focus properly, the floor felt like it was crumbling beneath him.
'We should have left when I said.' she agreed, but there was no spite in her voice, but melancholy sadness that after everything that had happened, the fact that they could never get away was more evident than ever. But there was nothing they could do to change that, and there was nothing to change what her parents had done, so they had to forget. Bradley opened his mouth, as if to argue, and she raised a finger to his lips when he started to check his head vehemently, pulling her hand away.
‘You need to leave now, Bradley.’ It was Stryker’s voice, stiff and awkward, untouched by the scene before him. Before he could argue, he was forced out of the theatre by a scowling Zero. He had just wanted to tell her he loved her. Little did he know, he was never going to get the chance again.
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Eamonn hadn’t been looking for Sammy, but when he’d seen her back through one of the open doors, he backtracked and stared for a couple of moments. Niamh saw him first and a smirk crawled across her face like a Cheshire cat. Turning around quickly, Sammy felt the air rush out of her and she grabbed at her chest, suddenly scared. He looked different somehow, more threatening. Had Zero really told? She wouldn’t put it past him, but Eamonn’s expression was giving nothing away. Dressed in jeans, boots and a tight black t-shirt, he looked so much bigger than she was, his shoulders broad, his arm muscles tense. He was starting to get a line of stubble – God, did that make him look attractive. ‘You’re in trouble.’ Niamh purred, rolling her eyes as Eamonn glared at her, as if waiting for her to leave. She was going nowhere. ‘Don’t mind me, I’m painting my nails.’ She waggled a brush at him, proving her statement and returned back to her toes.
Wade had come over towards him as soon as they’d returned, swaggering with such confidence that it had made Eamonn question what could have gotten the cunt so reared up. He didn’t say anything, just walked around the kitchen, taking an apple from the fridge where he began to eat it, making each crunch painstakingly long. The smirk didn’t even vanish when he ate, and Eamonn thought of forcing the food out of his hand and lodging it in his throat. Something had happened with Sammy, that much was clear, and the revelation was obvious on his face as he forced the brunette against the wall. His hand constricted instantly around her throat, the other besides her head, trapping her. ‘I told you not to play me.’ He growled, face inches from her own.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 16, 2011 20:48:53 GMT -5
Sammy grabbed his wrist, struggling against him instinctively. ‘What are you talking about?’ She choked. ‘I didn’t do any-,’ ‘You know what you did, sweetcheeks.’ His cool breath washed over her. ‘I told you - you’re mine.’ ‘You don’t own me.’ Sammy looked pleadingly over his shoulder at Niamh but the woman wasn’t watching, she was sat painting her toenails achingly slowly, a small smile on her face. Eamonn’s grip tightened. ‘Look at me.’ He snarled. Her eyes snapped back to stare at him. ‘I’m not afraid of you.’ She whispered. He grinned. ‘Oh you should be,’ his hand rested on her hip. ‘You really should be.’ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ A curtain had been drawn around the bed, Loreli under a heavy dose of sedation. Stryker watched from the side as the nurses and doctors worked on her. It wasn’t a long procedure, it was easy really, just a simple gene extraction. Sometimes it took time to find the genes, but Loreli was so powerful that they found them in an instant. A vein was found and a needle slid in, the plunger pulled up. Blood slowly filled the syringe and it was removed, almost immediately replaced with another. This time when the blood was extracted, there was a murky blue colour mixed with it. Stryker smiled, he never got tired of seeing that. The machines were going into overdrive trying to stabilise her condition when a third syringe was added, this time in her thigh. Her body didn’t know what was happening, her heart was beating too fast trying to keep up with the extraction of blood. Stryker eyed the machine, it was going up, but slowly, maybe she would live. He glanced across at Zero. The man had stayed, gun at his side, in case she woke up in a panic. Sometimes it happened when the patient panicked. The mutant watched with a disinterest but every time the blue liquid appeared he would flinch slightly, his eyes sliding away to look at something else. Stryker didn’t see it as a weakness, it had even earned a reaction out of Victor. They didn’t like watching it, it was like a design in all of them, a survival instinct. ‘Procedure eighty percent complete.’ One of the doctors said, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead. It was delicate work. They had to find the right veins and even then it was unclear whether the gene would be removed. ‘Ninety percent.’ The heart monitor seemed to be going insane now. Behind the operation a nurse was extracting the blue liquid from the blood and putting it into a vial. Another to add to Stryker’s collection. It was fascinating, all that power in one tiny glass bottle. ‘Ninety five.’ Her body shuddered, her chest heaving. It was going into shutdown. The last syringe had been placed, the blood filling it up painstakingly slow. Finally, it was full. ‘Procedure complete.’ The man whispered. The beeping seemed to be all one now. And then it went flat.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 16, 2011 21:08:07 GMT -5
Throwing her away from the wall, Eamonn slammed Sammy against the worktop, his grip still insensitively tight against her hip. ‘You can’t fight me – you never could.’ His teeth were grazing her neck, and instead of feeling attracted and aroused, Sammy felt suddenly sick. Hands pushing at his arms, she tried to force him away but he’d forced her up onto the cold granite and his hands were wandering everywhere. ‘Why did you have to go and ruin everything, Sam? What we had was good. It felt good, didn’t it? You never once complained, and yet you threw it all away.’ Eamonn bit her lower lip, grunting as she cried out, shoving at his chest. She was tired, too tired to even summon up the strength to fight him back and he knew that, he was playing on that. ‘For that fucking cunt.’ His hand slipped up her top and she tried to kick him away, but he stood strong like stone, forcing himself against her legs so she couldn’t move.
And then suddenly he dropped down on the floor, a spot of blood dripping from the back of his head.
Sammy could hear gasping but couldn’t seem to work out where it was coming from. Was she having an outer body experience? Was that her breathing? Niamh appeared in front of her, sliding into focus as though someone had removed a screen from before her. In her hand she held an ice cold beer bottle, the bottom smashed away where she’d cracked it against Eamonn’s head. Looking up at the girl, mouth open, Sammy felt word vomit slip from her lips. Nothing she said made sense for a moment until Niamh stepped forward and slapped her hard around her face.
'I never liked him.' she declared. 'I bet it was small. Was it small?'
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 17, 2011 5:16:21 GMT -5
‘You hate me.’ Sammy stated, running a shaky hand through her and avoiding Eamonn’s unconscious body. Niamh sighed, tapping the bottle against her chin. ‘Hate is such a strong word...’ Sammy looked at her doubtfully. ‘Okay, I hate you, but what kind of person sits back and watches someone get raped?’ She shuddered, thinking of what almost happened when Logan had found her. ‘He wasn’t going to rape me.’ Sammy protested, rubbing her arm. Niamh just looked at her, shaking her head. The younger girl was seriously messed up in the head, she decided. Something strange had happened before between Sammy and Eamonn and Niamh would have asked, had she cared that much to know. But she didn’t, she didn’t even like the girl, she only pitied her for a second. Even now, she was asking herself why she did it. She pointed the bottle threateningly at her. ‘Don’t think this makes me like you.’ _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Bradley woke with a groan, rubbing his head. He glanced at the clock. He must have been asleep for a couple of hours, or more like passed out. Loreli would be awake by now and he stretched his back, climbing out of the bed, catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror. Despite his excessive drinking, he didn’t look so bad, and he took a deep breath. Enough of being an idiot, he was going to take care of Loreli now, and when she was strong enough, they would leave. He didn’t care what anyone else said. That last mission had been a heavy blow for him, a reminder of just what they did, and he didn’t want her involved. If Stryker didn’t let them leave, he decided he would stay and let Loreli go. He loved her too much to see her get hurt and if that meant losing her, so be it. He walked slowly down to the theatre, his face pulled into a determined frown, his muscles tensing underneath the white wifebeater he was wearing. He had pulled on a heavy army jacket over it, unzipped so the sides flapped as he walked, the building had gone unusually cold. A gun was tucked into the waistband of his jeans. His black boots sounded loudly on the steps down into the infirmary and as he passed a nurse avoided his eyes. Did he really look that scary? ‘Loreli?’ He called, frowning at the curtain that surrounded her bed. Had she had another operation. There was no sound from within. He drew the curtain across, expecting to see her resting peacefully, her hair fanned out behind her. But the bed was empty, the sheets stripped and the machines around it were silent. Where was she? A different nurse bustled in, this one large with fiery red hair. She caught him staring at the bed as she cleared away tools. ‘Have you come to see the new patient? I’m afraid he’s not in this room.’ She informed him. ‘New patient? What do you mean?’ Bradley walked to the side of the bed, staring down at it. This was a dream, he was sure of it. ‘The man you lot brought in yesterday,’ the nurse carried on, ‘honestly, poor lad was all torn up, I don’t know why you can’t do one thing without hurting someone. Is it really so hard to ask him to join you for a talk? I didn’t think so.’ She shook her head. Bradley tilted his head to one side, watching her. ‘I don’t understand. Where’s Loreli? The woman who was in this bed.’ ‘Oh.’ The woman’s voice fell lower. ‘She was taken out this morning.’ ‘Taken where?’ The nurse frowned. ‘Well, to the morgue, where else?'
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