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Subject: {ASSM} Xmen:New Beginnings Prologue (No sex/violence)
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For the record, Xmen and other characters appearing that come from Marvel
Comics are the sole property of Marvel Comics Group and appear here without
permission. This work is completely fiction and meant as entertainment only.
If you believe the stuff in the work and try to duplicate it, then you are very
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With that aside, on with the show.
X-Men: New Beginnings
Prologue
The noises were back. She hated the noises. Every time the noises came, the
pain quickly followed. She hated the pain worse than the noises. The sun came
up like it always did when the noises came and it hurt her eyes. She could
hear the sounds of movement that the noises always made. To her sensitive
ears, the moving sounds were as loud as thunder. As the noises moved closer,
she could smell their odors and she reacted with a low growl. There was more
than two of the smells today. Always before, there had only been two and now
there were more. Instinctively, she sensed that this change was not a good
thing.
"Dr. Corbeau, my orders come directly from the Commander himself. This line
of research is to be terminated immediately," Captain William Avery said as he
followed the young research scientist into her laboratory. He stared at the
creature huddled inside the cage in the far end of the lab and couldn't resist
a shudder of disgust. "Subject W-11 is to be disposed of and you are to move
on to more...fruitful lines of research."
Adrienne Corbeau ignored the uniformed man and studied several readouts on
different monitors. She made notes on a clipboard and adjusted several
instruments. Out of the corner of her one good eye, she saw Steven Baxter
frowning at her. She could tell by his expression that he disapproved of her
actions. Satisfied that every instrument was functioning properly, she turned
to face the tall, muscular officer. Staring up at him from her full 4'2, she
adjusted the eye patch that she wore over her left eye. "Captain Avery, I
don't care of your orders come from Odin himself. I will not terminate this
experiment. Subject W-11 is too valuable. Her DNA may contain the secrets for
curing most of the illnesses plaguing our world today. If we can find some way
to duplicate her incredible regenerative powers, we could very well eliminate
aging itself."
Avery cringed back from the ruined socket that was the woman's eye, but
managed to regain his composure. "The Commander feels that too much capital
and resources have already been wasted on this project." He paused then
continued on in a more calming tone. "He also feels that the subject is
becoming too violent and unmanageable. He fears for the safety of the research
teams and other personnel."
"Bullocks! Your precious Commander is afraid that he and his 'foreign'
investors will lose money. He wants to eliminate W-11 just like he eliminated
numbers 1-10. I repeat that I will not terminate this experiment."
Avery's left hand drifted down to the large side arm he carried at his waist.
"Doctor Corbeau, I have been ordered by the Commander to tell you that you have
precisely five hours to terminate Subject W-11 and turn all research data and
material over to him or it will be done for you." With that, Avery turned and
left the room.
One of the scents left. She had liked it least of all. It smelled of danger
and threat. Somehow she knew it meant to do her harm. The other two scents
remained but they seemed different, frightened. Curiosity overcame her usual
fear and she edged closer to the bars of her box. The smaller, female noise
was making noises at the larger male noise and he was making even louder noises
back at her. She sensed that something very important was happening. She just
wasn't sure what.
"Doctor, he means what he says. Perhaps it would be wiser to agree to their
demands."
"Baxter, My dad told me a fable once. It was about a man up in the deep woods
of Canada. His dog team dies and strands him in the middle of the wilderness
in one of the worst snowstorms in history. Somehow, this desperate man manages
to catch a wild timber wolf and shackle him to his sled. To get this vicious
and incredibly powerful animal to pull him, the man feeds it pieces of meat
from his supplies. This works as long as the meat holds out, but the man knows
that as soon as the meat is gone, the wolf will either break free and escape or
turn on him and kill him. So do you know what he does?"
"No, Ma'am."
"The man takes a very large and sharp axe and begins to cut pieces of himself
off to keep the wolf going. He does this finger by finger, toe by toe. He
staunches the blood flow by using ice and snow to freeze the wounds.
Eventually, of course, he reaches the point where he can no longer cut off
something to feed to the wolf and the beast turns and eats him. Do you know
what the moral of this story is?"
"Always keep plenty of food around?"
"No, the moral is if you keep feeding parts of yourself to placate the
monster, eventually the monster will devour you. The Commander has been
gnawing away at me for years now. I don't have much left that I can honestly
call my own. I think it is time to stop feeding the monster."
"If you don't do what they say, they will kill you. You know that, don't
you?"
"Yes, my friend, but if I do what they want of me then I will be as good as
dead. I will understand if you don't want to help me, eh? Hey, if you turn me
in now, they will probably give you my job."
"Not a chance, Doc. I was always afraid of monsters growing up anyways. What
do we do?"
The noises grew quieter as they moved around the room. She could hear them
moving things and could smell the acrid smell of smoke as something burned.
There was a tension in the air that she couldn't identify, but it excited her.
Something was happening. Something important. The noises had been near her
for a long time and there had been no pain or prodding. Always before, there
had been pain, strange noises and prodding. She was even more excited when the
small female came to the door of her box and opened it.
"Shhh, little one. We are not going to hurt you," Corbeau said quietly and
added "this time" to herself.
Baxter came up carrying two satchels and a trank gun. "Doctor, wouldn't it be
wiser to put her under. Wiser and safer?"
Corbeau reached out and stroked the creature's head, taking care to carefully
rub behind the two prominent ears. This elicited a deep purr from the creature,
causing the woman to smile. "She's my height and outweighs me by a good thirty
pounds. Unless you are up to carrying her through the complex, up fifteen
flights of stairs and out to the surface, then putting her under is not the
greatest idea, eh?"
Baxter nodded and moved over to the door. "Are you sure that you can control
it? Remember what happened to the extraction team that brought her in." He
carefully leaned against the door, listening. After several seconds, he looked
back at her and nodded.
Still scratching the creature behind her ears, Corbeau led her over to the
door. "She was frightened and angry. Those idiots deserved everything that
she did to them." Cautiously, she opened the door and stepped out into the
hallway. This time of the night, it was deserted.
"I've put a loop into the security monitors. We have about fifteen minutes
before they notice something is wrong and maybe another five before they trace
it back to the lab. I suggest we get going."
She was excited! The noises were taking her away! She could tell from the
way they smelled and the way they acted. Away! Back to green places and fresh
meat! No more pains or prods ever! Away from bad smells and loud sounds and
back to sweet air and soft noises. No more walls or boxes! She eagerly
followed the noises now as they moved through the metal caves. She followed
them into a deep pit that she could sense had outside at the top of it. It was
a long climb, but she could feel outside growing closer with each step.
Suddenly, she smelled something ahead of them. Something bad! Surely the
noises could smell it too. The bad things were going to stop them. No more
outside! More pains and prods. For the first time that she could ever
remember, she tried to make "noises." She had to let the noises know about the
bad thing.
"Sweet Jesus, what's wrong with it? Her yowling is going to bring the entire
place down on our heads if it doesn't shut up," Baxter asked, pausing at the
fifth level landing.
Corbeau made soothing shushing noises at the creature. "I don't know for sure.
Maybe she is just excited. Those super charged senses of hers can probably
smell the air outside. Easy, sweetie. We are almost there." The creature
seemed genuinely upset about something and if she didn't know better, she would
swear that her moans and yowls almost made sense.
Baxter, who had moved up to the next landing, looked back down and grinned.
"Looks clear, Doctor. We should be out in less then five min..." The rest of
his sentence was cut off by the sound of automatic weapons fire. His entire
body jerked and twitched as several hundred rounds of high velocity bullets
literally ripped him to shreds.
Corbeau screamed and the creature howled as they were covered in blood. It was
all Corbeau could do to keep her companion from bolting away. As it was, she
received several deep lacerations on her arms and face from the creature's
claws as it fought to escape. "Shhh, shhh little one. If you run, they will
just shoot you in the back."
"Doctor Corbeau," Avery's voice said from the top of the stairs. "I know you
are down there. Turn over the creature and we won't harm you."
"Bullocks! You'll kill her and me! We both know that your Commander has
labeled me as expendable. He can't afford to have people around who question
his orders." She reached into the satchel and pulled out a small handgun. "So
why don't you come on down here and let me see how many of you I can send to
Hell before you get me!"
She could smell many of them. All of them had thunder too. The thunder that
had killed her mother. The male noise was gone, killed by the thunder. There
wasn't even enough left of him to eat. Not that she was that hungry. The
female noise, the one that was being nice to her, was really frightened now.
Her fear scent was almost overwhelming. She meant to fight! She was going to
hurt the thunder carriers! That meant that she would help her! She could
smell and hear the thunder carriers moving and she knew it was time to fight!
Corbeau had just moved into a crouching position, ready to fire. She could
feel the creature tensing beside her and knew that she was ready to fight too.
She was unprepared when a several small metal balls came rolling down the
stairwell to land at her feet. She had just enough time to register that they
were grenades before the explosions lifted her off her feet and slammed her
into a wall.
Several minutes passed as the smoke cleared and the debris settled. After the
last chunk of plaster had fallen, Avery led his combat squad down the stairs to
examine to remains. He wasn't expecting much. Three fragmentation grenades
left very little to see. To his surprise, Corbeau looked mostly intact. Aside
from being shoved into a wall and having blood gushing from her mouth and ears,
she looked whole. The monster was in shreds. Very little remained that might
even possibly be identifiable. He grinned at the bloody mess and stepped over
to where Corbeau rested. Again, he was amazed to discover that she was
actually conscious.
"You bastard," she managed to curse through ruined lips. Despite the lucidity
of her thoughts, she knew she was dying. She tried to get up enough strength
to spit at the man in front of her but all that accomplished was a racking
cough.
Avery grinned at her and propped her chin up with the barrel of his rifle.
"Nothing personal, Doctor. Just taking out the trash." He was about to place
a bullet in the woman's head when his men started screaming. He turned just in
time to see the creature, whole once more, slice one of his men across the
stomach. He felt bile rise in his throat when coils of intestines came pouring
out. Despite the fact they were all combat hardened professionals, all of his
remaining men were dead before he could even act. Forcing himself to remain
calm, Avery aimed his gun at the creature's head. It was a good ten feet away
and nothing could dodge 140 rounds of bullets from that distance. He was about
to pull the trigger when something slammed him in the back and knocked him off
balance. This was all the creature needed. Before he could even scream,
Avery's head had been separated from his body.
Corbeau looked on in amazement as the creature limped across the carnage and
crouched beside her. It had taken all she had left to kick Avery in the back to
distract him. The creature, no the girl, made questioning noises and tried to
pull her to her feet. This brought more pain and more blood so the girl
released her. Corbeau raised an arm and softly stroked the girl's fine gray
fur. "Shhh, little one. You have to go now. Run as far as you can. Don't
let them catch you. Run free and forgive me. Forgive m..." Corbeau's lifeless
hand dropped away from the girl's head. The girl grabbed it and tried to make
the woman stroke her again. When she realized that the woman was truly gone,
she yowled loudly. Then, with only one glance back, she bounded up the stairs
and out. She really hadn't understood what the female had said, but she had
understood what she meant and she would be free! She would be free!
Cats dream quiet dreams
Cats dream quiet dreams
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