Genosha: For Free Trade: Break the Chains
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xp_logsThe second set of mutants are put through the mutate process, but something goes wrong.
The guards led them through the doors, separating them into two groups and sending the first five through. They were heavily guarded, and as they arrived in the new lab, they were stunned by the size. It was dominated by five large pods, each looking like a massive coffin of steel and electronics. They were arranged around a central control area, in which a man in a protective containment suit stood, working quietly at a terminal. A number of support staff moved around the pods, making adjustments and checking the read-outs. There was a table on which five brightly coloured wetsuit-like outfits sat.
Maybe it was a good thing that Matt was blind. He couldn't see what was coming. He at least tried not to look scared, though whether or not he succeeded he had no idea. He was terrified. He couldn't see what was coming and his imagination did its best to fill it in for him instead. He stood stiffly as hands were on him, cold, gloved and impersonal, and he couldn't help but whimper slightly as they worked, but he was too afraid to do any more than that.
Megan's black eyes grew wide as she took in the scene. What was this hole-in-the-wall dictatorship doing will all this high-tech equipment? One thing was certain - they were going to use it on the mutants. She instantly pictured herself in one of the pods and couldn't get the mental image out of her head. This is definitely where this was headed. And it didn't take long for the imagined to become real, either. Like a bad dream, she watched herself being moved over to the table and shoved into a wetsuit. It was difficult, with her wings, and they spent an extra long time trying to make it work.
One, two, three...between angrily grumbling and jerking away from any new sets of hands, Fred was busy counting the number of blunt, heavy objects he could beat his captors to death with. The high-tech crap he didn't recognize counted for double. He looked over at Megan and did his best to give her a reassuring smile. He did the same to Matt, before wincing at his forgetfulness and speaking up, "Stay calm, Murddock. You hear?" Fred, for his part, didn't entirely believe himself...
The technicians moved quickly, but not unnecessarily roughly. The suits contained a complex waste capture system, not unlike those for astronauts, and it was an embarrassing few moments getting them properly sealed. The man in the centre of the room was suited, his features distorted behind the face shield. There was no sign of the others, nor could they see their friends. With a few commands, the pods opened, each containing a sinister looking bed of technology. He motioned again, and the mutants were led towards them.
Getting shoved into a suit of some sort was not significantly better than being naked, especially with the plumbing attached, but it wasn't as if he had some sort of choice either. "Stop it!" he protested, though he knew it was futile. Mostly it was because he really did not like the hands touching him like that. It was impersonal, but still so violating. "Lemme alone!" Despite Fred's words, he was panicking as hard as he dared and not nearly as much as he wanted.
Fred, trying to keep the guards hand off of Megan and simultaneously back away the guards from Matt, kept ramming his shoulders back against the captors moving him towards the beds straight out of a Cronenburg movie. "They're kids, yah bastards! Step the hell off!" His protests did little, it seemed, but bring more physical attention down on his head.
Two guards moved to help the attendants, and Fred's struggles were quickly neutralized as he was shoved into the pod. The other two were also placed into the pods - firmly, but not cruelly. Their attitude was one of clinical efficiency and focus, which was almost more frightening. To them, they were simply three new subjects for whatever process they had in mind, and nothing more. Padded restraints held them to the seats in the pods, and through the skin of the suits, needles slid into their bodies with only a momentary pinprick of pain to announce their presence.
"Stop this!" Matt protested, trying to struggle, but he was completely ignored. That bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He KNEW people were there even without his powers, but he was absolutely incapable of doing anything and even if he did get free...then what? He wouldn't know the first way to find his way out of here. Maybe blind ninjas in movies could do all sorts of things, but he was far from that. This wasn't a movie, this was real life and it was terrifying. Then, as if they read his mind, the pod closed, sealing him off. Cue absolute abject terror.
They didn't know how long they were in the pods. It could have been minutes, it could have been days. The needles pinioned them to the chairs, causing blinding pain if they tried to move. All around them in the darkness were mechanical sounds, blotting out any other stimulus, and they fell into a chemically induced stupor.
A lifetime later the pods began to open, and the needles withdrew. Attendants came forward to claim the new mutates, finish shaving their heads and branding their new identifications numbers on to their foreheads.
There was a blinding light, blotted out by the vague shapes that resolved into faces as Megan's eyes slowly focused. Everything was so alien. For a minute she couldn't remember where she was. A thought flashed in her brain of abduction by aliens, probing, experiments. She shrieked as a buzzing instrument was brought towards her head. Her dust climbed to the surface of her skin before she remembered that the beings had stolen her powers. The spore-like substance puffed into their faces. Then she realized that everything was true except the aliens part. Also, powers were back. Groggily shoving at the hands and equipment, she managed to stumble free of the pod and the horrible human technicians. She blacked out from the pain for a moment - she had pulled free somehow. When she snapped to again, the technicians and attendants seemed distracted and she heard sounds of struggle from the other pods. Her dust seemed to be dulling her pain. She clumsily got to her feet and went to help her comrades, while fractal patterns danced through the air.
Fred had had enough. He'd had enough forever ago. When he came out of his pod, blinking and still autonomous and screaming at the top of his lungs, he'd scared the nearby technicians and guards as he body gnarled and inflated into an obese, humanoid shape.
They were entirely right to be afraid.
The nearest technician was slammed several times into the floor, and his shocked cohort was thrown across the room by a large backhand. As the guards rushed forward, Fred grabbed their arms and hands, twisting joints and crushing bones in his grip, his outraged shouts mixed with sickening screams. Fred picked up one of the attendants trying to escape and swung them like a club at one of the few standing guards. He looked about, some part of his rage-soaked brain trying to remind him that Matt and Megan may not be in the same shape he was in, and the ogre that was currently Fred Dukes scanned the room for them...
The first thing that Matt realized as his pod opened was that it was loud. Unreasonably so really. The second thing he realized was that his powers were back because the noise was making the room flash in his brain as it all came back to him. The abduction, being powerless, everything. Well. He wasn't powerless now. Ducking a guard and making sure that the man knew that he was Battlin' Jack Murdock's son and that blind or not he could throw a punch, he headed for the door as quickly as he could, stumbling slightly since he didn't have his cane. "It's locked!" he yelled. Fred and Megan's heartbeats were both quick, but stable. He assumed they were fine.
"What? No..." Pixie scanned the room, but this seemed like the only easy way out. They couldn't fight all the guards and more were probably on the way. She hurried to meet Matt at the door, extending her stiff wings as she went. Not that she didn't believe Matt, but she couldn't help it and pulled at the door anyway. She turned around and made eye contact with Fred. "What do we do?!" she screamed.
The only figure that hadn't moved, to either restrain the mutants or try to escape was the man in the containment suit at the terminal. He watched, seemingly unperturbed, although his face was mostly hidden. As they pulled at the door, he reached down to his terminal and pressed a button. The locks on the door suddenly disengaged, spilling them onto the floor as the door suddenly pulled open and free.
Fred looked at the man for a very long second before jabbing his large finger at the hallway, "Let's go. Both of you behind me. Megan, you let go of Matt's hand once and Ah'm gonna be pissed. Matt, Ah don't care how scared you get, you don't make a peep. That goes for both of you. Yah see someone Ah don't, yah let me know. When Ah get em...try not to look. Otherwise, we ain't stoppin til we're good'n gone. Yah got that?" The words all came quickly out of Fred, but they all came out deep and even.
Grabbing Megan's hand tightly, Matt didn't argue with Fred. He didn't have his cane and even with his powers, he was in no real position to go running around on his own. He had no idea where they were either. "We'll be fine," he stated, sounding a lot more confident than he felt. He was terrified, but that was no help to anyone right now. "Let's just get out of here."
Megan nodded, and returned Matt's hand-grip. Eyes trained on Fred a few steps in front of them, she fled down the hallway, leaving the horrors of the lab behind. No matter what awaited them outside, it was going to be one step better from the hell they were just in.
The guards led them through the doors, separating them into two groups and sending the first five through. They were heavily guarded, and as they arrived in the new lab, they were stunned by the size. It was dominated by five large pods, each looking like a massive coffin of steel and electronics. They were arranged around a central control area, in which a man in a protective containment suit stood, working quietly at a terminal. A number of support staff moved around the pods, making adjustments and checking the read-outs. There was a table on which five brightly coloured wetsuit-like outfits sat.
Maybe it was a good thing that Matt was blind. He couldn't see what was coming. He at least tried not to look scared, though whether or not he succeeded he had no idea. He was terrified. He couldn't see what was coming and his imagination did its best to fill it in for him instead. He stood stiffly as hands were on him, cold, gloved and impersonal, and he couldn't help but whimper slightly as they worked, but he was too afraid to do any more than that.
Megan's black eyes grew wide as she took in the scene. What was this hole-in-the-wall dictatorship doing will all this high-tech equipment? One thing was certain - they were going to use it on the mutants. She instantly pictured herself in one of the pods and couldn't get the mental image out of her head. This is definitely where this was headed. And it didn't take long for the imagined to become real, either. Like a bad dream, she watched herself being moved over to the table and shoved into a wetsuit. It was difficult, with her wings, and they spent an extra long time trying to make it work.
One, two, three...between angrily grumbling and jerking away from any new sets of hands, Fred was busy counting the number of blunt, heavy objects he could beat his captors to death with. The high-tech crap he didn't recognize counted for double. He looked over at Megan and did his best to give her a reassuring smile. He did the same to Matt, before wincing at his forgetfulness and speaking up, "Stay calm, Murddock. You hear?" Fred, for his part, didn't entirely believe himself...
The technicians moved quickly, but not unnecessarily roughly. The suits contained a complex waste capture system, not unlike those for astronauts, and it was an embarrassing few moments getting them properly sealed. The man in the centre of the room was suited, his features distorted behind the face shield. There was no sign of the others, nor could they see their friends. With a few commands, the pods opened, each containing a sinister looking bed of technology. He motioned again, and the mutants were led towards them.
Getting shoved into a suit of some sort was not significantly better than being naked, especially with the plumbing attached, but it wasn't as if he had some sort of choice either. "Stop it!" he protested, though he knew it was futile. Mostly it was because he really did not like the hands touching him like that. It was impersonal, but still so violating. "Lemme alone!" Despite Fred's words, he was panicking as hard as he dared and not nearly as much as he wanted.
Fred, trying to keep the guards hand off of Megan and simultaneously back away the guards from Matt, kept ramming his shoulders back against the captors moving him towards the beds straight out of a Cronenburg movie. "They're kids, yah bastards! Step the hell off!" His protests did little, it seemed, but bring more physical attention down on his head.
Two guards moved to help the attendants, and Fred's struggles were quickly neutralized as he was shoved into the pod. The other two were also placed into the pods - firmly, but not cruelly. Their attitude was one of clinical efficiency and focus, which was almost more frightening. To them, they were simply three new subjects for whatever process they had in mind, and nothing more. Padded restraints held them to the seats in the pods, and through the skin of the suits, needles slid into their bodies with only a momentary pinprick of pain to announce their presence.
"Stop this!" Matt protested, trying to struggle, but he was completely ignored. That bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He KNEW people were there even without his powers, but he was absolutely incapable of doing anything and even if he did get free...then what? He wouldn't know the first way to find his way out of here. Maybe blind ninjas in movies could do all sorts of things, but he was far from that. This wasn't a movie, this was real life and it was terrifying. Then, as if they read his mind, the pod closed, sealing him off. Cue absolute abject terror.
They didn't know how long they were in the pods. It could have been minutes, it could have been days. The needles pinioned them to the chairs, causing blinding pain if they tried to move. All around them in the darkness were mechanical sounds, blotting out any other stimulus, and they fell into a chemically induced stupor.
A lifetime later the pods began to open, and the needles withdrew. Attendants came forward to claim the new mutates, finish shaving their heads and branding their new identifications numbers on to their foreheads.
There was a blinding light, blotted out by the vague shapes that resolved into faces as Megan's eyes slowly focused. Everything was so alien. For a minute she couldn't remember where she was. A thought flashed in her brain of abduction by aliens, probing, experiments. She shrieked as a buzzing instrument was brought towards her head. Her dust climbed to the surface of her skin before she remembered that the beings had stolen her powers. The spore-like substance puffed into their faces. Then she realized that everything was true except the aliens part. Also, powers were back. Groggily shoving at the hands and equipment, she managed to stumble free of the pod and the horrible human technicians. She blacked out from the pain for a moment - she had pulled free somehow. When she snapped to again, the technicians and attendants seemed distracted and she heard sounds of struggle from the other pods. Her dust seemed to be dulling her pain. She clumsily got to her feet and went to help her comrades, while fractal patterns danced through the air.
Fred had had enough. He'd had enough forever ago. When he came out of his pod, blinking and still autonomous and screaming at the top of his lungs, he'd scared the nearby technicians and guards as he body gnarled and inflated into an obese, humanoid shape.
They were entirely right to be afraid.
The nearest technician was slammed several times into the floor, and his shocked cohort was thrown across the room by a large backhand. As the guards rushed forward, Fred grabbed their arms and hands, twisting joints and crushing bones in his grip, his outraged shouts mixed with sickening screams. Fred picked up one of the attendants trying to escape and swung them like a club at one of the few standing guards. He looked about, some part of his rage-soaked brain trying to remind him that Matt and Megan may not be in the same shape he was in, and the ogre that was currently Fred Dukes scanned the room for them...
The first thing that Matt realized as his pod opened was that it was loud. Unreasonably so really. The second thing he realized was that his powers were back because the noise was making the room flash in his brain as it all came back to him. The abduction, being powerless, everything. Well. He wasn't powerless now. Ducking a guard and making sure that the man knew that he was Battlin' Jack Murdock's son and that blind or not he could throw a punch, he headed for the door as quickly as he could, stumbling slightly since he didn't have his cane. "It's locked!" he yelled. Fred and Megan's heartbeats were both quick, but stable. He assumed they were fine.
"What? No..." Pixie scanned the room, but this seemed like the only easy way out. They couldn't fight all the guards and more were probably on the way. She hurried to meet Matt at the door, extending her stiff wings as she went. Not that she didn't believe Matt, but she couldn't help it and pulled at the door anyway. She turned around and made eye contact with Fred. "What do we do?!" she screamed.
The only figure that hadn't moved, to either restrain the mutants or try to escape was the man in the containment suit at the terminal. He watched, seemingly unperturbed, although his face was mostly hidden. As they pulled at the door, he reached down to his terminal and pressed a button. The locks on the door suddenly disengaged, spilling them onto the floor as the door suddenly pulled open and free.
Fred looked at the man for a very long second before jabbing his large finger at the hallway, "Let's go. Both of you behind me. Megan, you let go of Matt's hand once and Ah'm gonna be pissed. Matt, Ah don't care how scared you get, you don't make a peep. That goes for both of you. Yah see someone Ah don't, yah let me know. When Ah get em...try not to look. Otherwise, we ain't stoppin til we're good'n gone. Yah got that?" The words all came quickly out of Fred, but they all came out deep and even.
Grabbing Megan's hand tightly, Matt didn't argue with Fred. He didn't have his cane and even with his powers, he was in no real position to go running around on his own. He had no idea where they were either. "We'll be fine," he stated, sounding a lot more confident than he felt. He was terrified, but that was no help to anyone right now. "Let's just get out of here."
Megan nodded, and returned Matt's hand-grip. Eyes trained on Fred a few steps in front of them, she fled down the hallway, leaving the horrors of the lab behind. No matter what awaited them outside, it was going to be one step better from the hell they were just in.
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