xp_logs | Genosha: Onwards To Victory: Regenesis

The mutates are taken back to the labs that made them.

There was something unsettling about the sight of Mutate 105 - or Yvette, as had been - walking sedately along with them. Powered down, her eyes were still glowing blue and her skin was still red, but she had lost the spikes and jagged edges of her battle form. She looked almost like a normal girl, apart from the colouring and the skinsuit - and the bald head with the number 105 tattooed into her forehead.

There had been a brief meeting of the five teams following the take-down of the mutates. While the bulk of the groups continued upwards, seeking out the Moreau brothers, Kurt and Lorna's groups had been tasked with bringing the mutates down to the prison levels in the basement of the building, to see if it was possible to reverse the process.

Kurt was carrying Amara, walking alongside Yvette as the group made their way down to the basement. He studied the red girl sadly, noting every difference to the Yvette he'd known before the kidnapping.

Lorna took point of the large group - mainly as a look out and because she had metal flying around her, ready to take anyone out. Reading the signs before making a turn, "This way." Knocking out someone dressed in a lab coat. "We are close."

Fred, whose face was twisted somewhere between crippling depression and outright rage, moved up past Lorna's flank, "How close? Lemme go first, Ms. Dane-" Almost before the sentence left his throat a round from a small pistol hit Fred in the side of the head. Fred, almost totally unphased, grabbed up the firing, terrified lab tech and hurled him at the closed door the group was fast approaching.

Meggan trailed close behind Kurt. She just wanted everyone that was forced into being a Mutate back to the way they were before if that was even possible. Back to where they could remember who their friends were and not go off to kill them. It was just so unbelievably wrong for them to be so blank.

These mutates were creepy as fuck. Adrienne's skin was crawling as she followed the group to the basement where the mutate equipment was. "Let's see if we can reverse this shit, shall we?" she mused, putting a hand on the equipment. When she took her hand off, she was frowning.

"Oh, great. You only have to be a fucking engineer to run it, there's only like a hundred steps involved to reverse it," she grumbled. "Should be doable, though. Hey, Paige does this make any sense to you?" She turned to the science nerd and started pointing things out.

Adrienne’s announcement was a relief. Carefully lowering Sarah into a nearby pod, North gently ran his fingers across the ‘1337’ tattooed across her forehead. Then the greying man ducked under the hanging equipment and moved to the door. “I’ll be playing sentry outside,” he informed the rest before unobtrusively slipping outside. “Don’t want Idioten coming in and making a further mess out of things.”

Jean-Phillipe had hung close to Yvette, partly because she was one of the mutates he was closest to, but also because he'd managed to knock her out once before, and she was the only one of the mutates still conscious. His habitual scowl was a bit deeper than usual, less the 'don't care' front he tended to put on, and more personal. "Into the pod, please, petite rouge," he instructed her, then sighing when she did not respond to the casual nickname. "Please get into the pod, Mutate 105," he instructed her, the words like ash in his mouth.

Mutate 105 gave him a blank stare, but then nodded and climbed into the pod. The very slightest flicker of fear and discomfort across her features indicated that perhaps she remembered the last time she had been loaded into one of these.

Fred almost smiled as he loaded Callie into the pod. He moved more slowly and deliberately than he had in days, " 'S gonna be allright, Calliope. Yah gonna be fine. We'll get home an you can go back to confusing math and makin fun of mah truck..." If anyone was perturbed by Fred's rambling, they didn't dare interrupt him...

Kurt stepped forward silently and carefully settled Amara into one of the remaining empty pods, fastening the straps as the set-up logically suggested.

Angel felt sick as she carefully settled Laurie - not Mutate Whatever, Laurie. Angel refused to acknowledge the numbers tattooed across the other woman's forehead - into the pod. The pod. Jesus. When had life become a bad sci-fi movie? "All set," she reported quietly as she finished strapping Laurie in, following both the way things were set up and what the others were doing.

"That should do it..." Paige muttered to herself, tapping a series of numbers on screen as she double checked an equation, her other hand hovering over a green flashing switch. "Big dramatic finish everyone. Here goes everything."

Light. Light and pain, so overwhelming she screamed aloud. Then it was over and Yvette opened her eyes to find the interior of the same pod-like device she recalled from their capture. Her last clear memory, thinking of Sarah and knowing she hadn't been able to protect her.

But there were other memories too, vague and muted, slipping away as she tried to grasp at them. There had, she guessed, been a lot more time between being put in this pod and now than she could actually remember.

Then the pod opened and she steeled herself for whatever new torture their captors had prepared for them.

Glimpses of her time as a mutate flashed through Sarah's mind as well, blurry and out of focus, none of which made any sense to her. She shook her head to be clear of them, struggling to remember what happened after her last solid memory, that of being forced into the mutate process. Opening her eyes a fraction, she instantly shut them tightly as the brightness was overwhelming, groaning at the pain. She wanted to scream but she was so weak and her throat hurt, her whole body hurt, she was just completely and utterly drained. So instead she laid there, weakly moving her hands up to both shield her face and wipe away the tears forming in her eyes.

It was like waking up by having every part of your body put through a grinder, dipped in acid and then sanded down with diamond tipped sandpaper, at least that's how it felt to Laurie as she let out a blood curdling scream, then blinked open eyes that felt almost glued shut. "What?" she croaked, unable to tell how much time had passed, only aware that something had changed.

Panic had already set in, the sides of the pod felt like they were closing in. Callie felt her chest tighten, a hand squeezing her heart, as she struggled to breathe. Why were they doing this to her again? No, not 'again', that wasn't right. Callie remembered being pushed in there moments ago by those madmen, but she knew that this, as they say, was not her first time at the rodeo.

Pain. Pain and light. Wasn't pain supposed to happen in the dark? She was trapped, held down, and she needed to get out of there. She felt strange, like something wasn't quite right with everything, but the feeling slipped away as she struggled against the straps, needing to be out of there as soon as possible. She needed -- what did she need? Who was she? She couldn't define it, couldn't work out exactly what it was, so instead she just screamed. As the pod door opened, she blinked, bits and pieces starting to come back to her. Flashes of the chaos of the protest, of the long night shared with Cammie in the cell, the pronouncements from a madman.

She was Amara. Amara. Right.

Kurt had hurried around to each pod when the process seemed to have finished, opening the doors and giving each girl a reassuring touch on the shoulder. Now he came back to begin unfastening Amara's straps, signalling to the others to do the same.

"Welcome back", he said, quiet but audible to everyone in the room. "You are all going to be safe now."