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Chapter 1
·One Year Later·
My thin frame hasn’t eaten in at least three weeks. I wasn’t too low on water, but I didn’t have an unlimited supply or anything. My clothes were tattered and torn, and my hair was a tangle-y mess.
I trudged my physique down the muddy sidewalk. Feeling as if I was going to throw up, I hoped for food. My legs felt weary as did the rest of my body. Hunger pained my stiff body. I barely sipped water when I needed it most.
“Matt, you’ve been talking about her for almost a year. Forger about her.” A young man held the annoying conversation for about half a block. I didn’t dare look back behind me to see who they were.
“I can’t forget about her, Luke. She was just so…memorizing. Her dark curly hair and beautiful blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean.” He dazed happily.
“Matthew Irons, you’re doing it again. You’re baffling about that girl in you’re dreams. I came to help you have a good time.” Luke emphasized the importance of the time being.
Matthew Irons was the same boy who helped me a year ago when I was impaled by large spikes. My eyes widened and, in mid turn, blood popped from my mouth. I doubled over in pain, thinking I didn’t have any blood to throw up. Blood spewed from my eyes, nose, and mouth. Tears merged with my bloody eyes, hoping it would stop.
Luke and Matthew caught my eye, eyes and mouth agape. Matthew immediately recognized me, calling for Luke to signal an ambulance. He pulled out his Android phone and quickly dialed 911, mumbling into the phone. Matthew’s hands supported my head and back. He ripped his T-shirt off and pressed it tightly to my mouth, killing the blood spout. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and everything clicked to black.
The white walls and the chemical smell opened a horrid memory file. My eyes widened in dismay.
Was I really back in Lab 15?
Lab 15: the horrible lab room that they mixed metal into my blood to “help” me do some mad scientist-related stuff. I hope that shooting down their own frenetic T. S. R. S.
A older man with salt-and-pepper hair strode into door, wearing the whitest coat I have ever seen. My hand (that was surprisingly not chained down) transformed into a small pistol hand-gun that was aimed straight at his large forehead.
“Come near me with a needle and I will kill you.” My voice icy-cold. He froze, raising his hands over his head. I scowled.
“Ma’am,” His soothing voice wouldn’t fool anyone, especially me. “ I-I came back with your blood tests.” His broad eyes screamed that he found my secrets.
“In five minutes, bring me all your documents of me. Now.” My threat tinged with ice.
“Y-Yes ma’am.” He ran out the door with his scientist tail tucked between his chicken legs.
“Elaine…?” Matthew watched as the old man scuttled down the halls. “What did you do to that poor doctor?” His mossy green eyes locked onto my hand pistol, which immediately transformed back into my square-palmed hand.
“I-I’m in a…hospital?” Matthew nodded with a questioning look squared his face. “Are you serious?”
I felt stupid. I have never felt this so brainless in my life. Matthew’s friend, Luke, rushed by his side.
“There you are!” He paused, giving me a full check-out. “Hello. I’m Luke Marcus.” His oval palm and long fingers extended towards me. His tight, spiked hair was a light honey blonde hair, auburn eyes smiling wider than his own lips. Tanned skin went lovely with his cherry-red shirt and dirt-stained skinny jeans. His red and black converses looked really nice and not as filthy and disgusting as mine.
“Elaine Valentine.” I adverted my eyes to the doctor that suddenly rushed in, saving me from an awkward moment.
“H-here are your files, Ms. Valentine.” I nodded my thanks, silently dismissing him. He scurried off like a lab rat.
My hand transforming into a large bulleted gun. Luke’s eyes have never been so wide. The papers flung into the air, and I shoot them down, not missing a single page.
“She-papers-” Luke was speechless. “BOOM-gonna-barf.” His deep breath lost and he evacuated the room.
Matthew stood frozen in remembering shock. He smiled. “He hasn’t seen you in action.”
One year ago, I came across the Irons family after Ron impaled my body. Matthew and his mother aided me without any information at all. That was just too kind for my nature.
I smiled thinly at him. “Yeah, guess so.” I walked out of the room, making sure to keep my face down and hidden from the cameras. The T. S. R. S were still looking for me, failing every time we came across,
“Your welcome for bringing you to the hospital.” Matthew called behind me, jogging next to me.
“Not really. If someone is the T. S. R. S were to find me here, I would put everyone here in danger. I don’t like putting innocent people in danger.”
“Sorry…?” Matthew’s eyebrow lifted.
We met Luke at the cafeteria, because I was starving. My eyes adverted from the lasagna tray to see two large men dressed in black suits moved through the lines, searching for me.
“I got to go.” My hooded figure left my tray unattended, Matthew and Luke following me, secretively. The glowing red EXIT sign screamed SAFE for me. Luke got angry people to turn against each other, causing a mob for the bulky men to lace themselves through.
Apparently, Matthew had informed Luke on everything that he knew about me, which I mutely disagreed too. Luke was amazingly good at diversions, which I could use, and Matthew was great at gathering information, which I could also use. But on the other hand that’s two more mouths to feed, which I couldn’t afford, two more bodies to cloth, also couldn’t afford, and two more people to protect while I’m trying to defend myself, something I defiantly couldn’t afford.
I found myself trailing to Luke’s house, which was closer than Matthew’s loving and caring house.
Luke’s house-let me correct that mansion-was huuuuuuuge; bigger than any other house I have ever broke in to steal anything. The large white pillars reminded of the White House, just not completely white (which I think is hilarious).
Luke smiled apologetically at us as he rummaged for his house keys frantically. “Sorry, guys. The butler has the day off.”
“Butler?!” I scoffed. “You guys have a butler? Wow, defiantly rich.”
The enormous doors opened with a creak. Dark wooden floors led to the large grand staircase that spiraled up to multiple floors. Large white doorways with golden knobs on my right and left, and a smaller one down the hall. The open doors on my right presented me with the study room. I slowly wandered to the doors, Luke’s introduction fading from my ears.
A large desk with surrounding papers scattered the desk. About five shelves messily scattered books and knick knacks. Two windows sat on the outside of a small table with a barely open chest behind the leather chair. My curiosity wondered to the semi-open chest.
Yes, I know, ’curiosity killed the cat’, but I am not a cat; I’m a gun-making, killer freak. Get your facts straight, please.
Slowly and soundlessly, I budged toward the chest that shimmered in my head. My shaky hand unlatched the velvet chest. The familiar click of the chest elevated my self-esteem. I glanced around, making sure no one was stalking me, and I-
“Miss, what do you think you’re doing?! It is rude snooping through things you shouldn’t be.” A elderly woman in a maid outfit came into the room, causing me to cringe away from the haunting chest.
“Elaine!” Luke galloped in and gripped my forearm. He man-handled me out of the room into the hall, where Matthew was looking worriedly for me. “Found her in my dad’s study.” His rough hand gripped tightly around the bone.
“I-” I decided to change the conversation before it got awkward. “Where are your parents?”
Matthew shook his head and went down another hall. I followed Luke, wishing he would answer my question. I tapped my forearm and peeked around at the broad hall.
“My dad is a scientist and his job to him to Italy.” His face lifted up a mask of pain and set his jaw tight. “My mom was murdered, in front of me, by my dad. His job let him out of jail.” The word scientist pained me with horrid memories.
“I’m sorry that you had it so hard.” I tried to conceal my sarcasm. “You’ve got it good though.” I smiled up at him. “At least you’re not on the run from the T. S. R. S. with no home, food, or safety.”
He shrugged. “I guess I’m going to be like that too soon.”
“What?!” I stopped him from taking another step. “When did you just jump onto the ‘Mutant Runaway Train’? That’s dangerous even for me. And I’m a mutant who can change her ulna in a rocket launcher.”
His face stoned up, and his hands clenched and instantly flared up without burning him. “When I was six, my daddy decided he was going to play a little game.” His flared hands pinned me against the wall, melting the cream-colored hall. “ ‘Turn Your Six Year Old Son Into A Flame Freak! We can edit the game a little bit; ‘Turn the Lovely Face of a Gun-Freak Into Nothing But Burning Flesh’!”
His chocolate brown eyes sparked the crazed obsession of a lunatic. The heat from his ablaze hands caused sweat to trickled down my forehead, and instincts kicked in.
My radius transformed into a carry gun aimed right at his stomach. “Try it. I’m always loaded.” I smirked.
Flames connected with my shoulder, singeing filthy clothes and grimy shoulder. I bit my cheek to keep from screaming in agonizing pain. My gun, cocked and loaded, aimed at his stomach, and-
Matthew’s umber hair flew by in a blur, tackling Luke; hand-flames dieing out. “Don’t touch her or I’ll wring your neck!” He spit in his face. Luke’s face set cold, and Matthew popped out, immediately coming to my aid.
My breathing was uneasy and racing, trying to control my tears. My shoulder stung painfully at the horrid smell of burning flesh and clothes. The burnt skin peeled back revealing bone and blood. I grimaced.
You know how they say that looking at an injury makes it hurt worse? No matter how much I didn’t think it was possible, it actually did make it hurt a butt-load more. One of those fat man-ladies who eat five double cheeseburgers, extra everything, butts too.
His gentle hands gathered me in his arms. “Hold on tight, Elaine. I’m going to take you to a hospital.”
I shook my head, trying to dismiss the unbearable pain in my shoulder. “Unless you can get all my documents from there. No one can find me.” I managed a quiet whisper.
“Right.” His emerald green eyes focused ahead on nothing, calculating the situation at hand. “I’ll…get a doctor to come, but I’ll leave once they start asking questions.”
He would be a great asset to my team. I sighed mentally. Later one, when I had some free time (if I have some free time) I will make PRO- CON list of the boys to see if I could take them with me. It doesn’t look to good on Luke’s side, but my softie side shown through as I would feel horrible about ripping best friends apart. Yep, the girl with metal coursing through her veins is the softest girl at heart. That’s exactly who I am.
About thirty minutes of tormenting pain and killer distress, a older man with blonde hair, starting to flicker gray, a thin beard lined along his jaw ,entered the room with a black suit case that bore a red medical cross on the front.. He immediately starting working on my shoulder, stating facts to Matthew, who rubbed his hands together nervously while nodding every so often.
He injected a needle into my arm, which I was extremely against, numbing the horrible sensation of pain throughout the operation. I knew it was for the greater good, but kept a serious eye on the doctor, or the evil mad scientist who wanted to fiddle with my internal organs and such like that. And, adding to my insane panic that arose in my chest, I was out like a light.
Films, once again surrounded my naked body in the long black silver of nothingness. I jerked round, twisting and turning, searching for something important. My eyes caught the most horrific scene in my life, and trust me, I have seen a lot of gruesome realities. I saw Matthew, our unborn child, and me, all sprawled together. Our organs that were ripped out of our thin frames scattered all over the living room. Only a note lay on all of our bloody hearts. In small print, the slip of paper said: For stealing the love of my life. Love, Luke.
·One Year Later·
My thin frame hasn’t eaten in at least three weeks. I wasn’t too low on water, but I didn’t have an unlimited supply or anything. My clothes were tattered and torn, and my hair was a tangle-y mess.
I trudged my physique down the muddy sidewalk. Feeling as if I was going to throw up, I hoped for food. My legs felt weary as did the rest of my body. Hunger pained my stiff body. I barely sipped water when I needed it most.
“Matt, you’ve been talking about her for almost a year. Forger about her.” A young man held the annoying conversation for about half a block. I didn’t dare look back behind me to see who they were.
“I can’t forget about her, Luke. She was just so…memorizing. Her dark curly hair and beautiful blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean.” He dazed happily.
“Matthew Irons, you’re doing it again. You’re baffling about that girl in you’re dreams. I came to help you have a good time.” Luke emphasized the importance of the time being.
Matthew Irons was the same boy who helped me a year ago when I was impaled by large spikes. My eyes widened and, in mid turn, blood popped from my mouth. I doubled over in pain, thinking I didn’t have any blood to throw up. Blood spewed from my eyes, nose, and mouth. Tears merged with my bloody eyes, hoping it would stop.
Luke and Matthew caught my eye, eyes and mouth agape. Matthew immediately recognized me, calling for Luke to signal an ambulance. He pulled out his Android phone and quickly dialed 911, mumbling into the phone. Matthew’s hands supported my head and back. He ripped his T-shirt off and pressed it tightly to my mouth, killing the blood spout. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and everything clicked to black.
The white walls and the chemical smell opened a horrid memory file. My eyes widened in dismay.
Was I really back in Lab 15?
Lab 15: the horrible lab room that they mixed metal into my blood to “help” me do some mad scientist-related stuff. I hope that shooting down their own frenetic T. S. R. S.
A older man with salt-and-pepper hair strode into door, wearing the whitest coat I have ever seen. My hand (that was surprisingly not chained down) transformed into a small pistol hand-gun that was aimed straight at his large forehead.
“Come near me with a needle and I will kill you.” My voice icy-cold. He froze, raising his hands over his head. I scowled.
“Ma’am,” His soothing voice wouldn’t fool anyone, especially me. “ I-I came back with your blood tests.” His broad eyes screamed that he found my secrets.
“In five minutes, bring me all your documents of me. Now.” My threat tinged with ice.
“Y-Yes ma’am.” He ran out the door with his scientist tail tucked between his chicken legs.
“Elaine…?” Matthew watched as the old man scuttled down the halls. “What did you do to that poor doctor?” His mossy green eyes locked onto my hand pistol, which immediately transformed back into my square-palmed hand.
“I-I’m in a…hospital?” Matthew nodded with a questioning look squared his face. “Are you serious?”
I felt stupid. I have never felt this so brainless in my life. Matthew’s friend, Luke, rushed by his side.
“There you are!” He paused, giving me a full check-out. “Hello. I’m Luke Marcus.” His oval palm and long fingers extended towards me. His tight, spiked hair was a light honey blonde hair, auburn eyes smiling wider than his own lips. Tanned skin went lovely with his cherry-red shirt and dirt-stained skinny jeans. His red and black converses looked really nice and not as filthy and disgusting as mine.
“Elaine Valentine.” I adverted my eyes to the doctor that suddenly rushed in, saving me from an awkward moment.
“H-here are your files, Ms. Valentine.” I nodded my thanks, silently dismissing him. He scurried off like a lab rat.
My hand transforming into a large bulleted gun. Luke’s eyes have never been so wide. The papers flung into the air, and I shoot them down, not missing a single page.
“She-papers-” Luke was speechless. “BOOM-gonna-barf.” His deep breath lost and he evacuated the room.
Matthew stood frozen in remembering shock. He smiled. “He hasn’t seen you in action.”
One year ago, I came across the Irons family after Ron impaled my body. Matthew and his mother aided me without any information at all. That was just too kind for my nature.
I smiled thinly at him. “Yeah, guess so.” I walked out of the room, making sure to keep my face down and hidden from the cameras. The T. S. R. S were still looking for me, failing every time we came across,
“Your welcome for bringing you to the hospital.” Matthew called behind me, jogging next to me.
“Not really. If someone is the T. S. R. S were to find me here, I would put everyone here in danger. I don’t like putting innocent people in danger.”
“Sorry…?” Matthew’s eyebrow lifted.
We met Luke at the cafeteria, because I was starving. My eyes adverted from the lasagna tray to see two large men dressed in black suits moved through the lines, searching for me.
“I got to go.” My hooded figure left my tray unattended, Matthew and Luke following me, secretively. The glowing red EXIT sign screamed SAFE for me. Luke got angry people to turn against each other, causing a mob for the bulky men to lace themselves through.
Apparently, Matthew had informed Luke on everything that he knew about me, which I mutely disagreed too. Luke was amazingly good at diversions, which I could use, and Matthew was great at gathering information, which I could also use. But on the other hand that’s two more mouths to feed, which I couldn’t afford, two more bodies to cloth, also couldn’t afford, and two more people to protect while I’m trying to defend myself, something I defiantly couldn’t afford.
I found myself trailing to Luke’s house, which was closer than Matthew’s loving and caring house.
Luke’s house-let me correct that mansion-was huuuuuuuge; bigger than any other house I have ever broke in to steal anything. The large white pillars reminded of the White House, just not completely white (which I think is hilarious).
Luke smiled apologetically at us as he rummaged for his house keys frantically. “Sorry, guys. The butler has the day off.”
“Butler?!” I scoffed. “You guys have a butler? Wow, defiantly rich.”
The enormous doors opened with a creak. Dark wooden floors led to the large grand staircase that spiraled up to multiple floors. Large white doorways with golden knobs on my right and left, and a smaller one down the hall. The open doors on my right presented me with the study room. I slowly wandered to the doors, Luke’s introduction fading from my ears.
A large desk with surrounding papers scattered the desk. About five shelves messily scattered books and knick knacks. Two windows sat on the outside of a small table with a barely open chest behind the leather chair. My curiosity wondered to the semi-open chest.
Yes, I know, ’curiosity killed the cat’, but I am not a cat; I’m a gun-making, killer freak. Get your facts straight, please.
Slowly and soundlessly, I budged toward the chest that shimmered in my head. My shaky hand unlatched the velvet chest. The familiar click of the chest elevated my self-esteem. I glanced around, making sure no one was stalking me, and I-
“Miss, what do you think you’re doing?! It is rude snooping through things you shouldn’t be.” A elderly woman in a maid outfit came into the room, causing me to cringe away from the haunting chest.
“Elaine!” Luke galloped in and gripped my forearm. He man-handled me out of the room into the hall, where Matthew was looking worriedly for me. “Found her in my dad’s study.” His rough hand gripped tightly around the bone.
“I-” I decided to change the conversation before it got awkward. “Where are your parents?”
Matthew shook his head and went down another hall. I followed Luke, wishing he would answer my question. I tapped my forearm and peeked around at the broad hall.
“My dad is a scientist and his job to him to Italy.” His face lifted up a mask of pain and set his jaw tight. “My mom was murdered, in front of me, by my dad. His job let him out of jail.” The word scientist pained me with horrid memories.
“I’m sorry that you had it so hard.” I tried to conceal my sarcasm. “You’ve got it good though.” I smiled up at him. “At least you’re not on the run from the T. S. R. S. with no home, food, or safety.”
He shrugged. “I guess I’m going to be like that too soon.”
“What?!” I stopped him from taking another step. “When did you just jump onto the ‘Mutant Runaway Train’? That’s dangerous even for me. And I’m a mutant who can change her ulna in a rocket launcher.”
His face stoned up, and his hands clenched and instantly flared up without burning him. “When I was six, my daddy decided he was going to play a little game.” His flared hands pinned me against the wall, melting the cream-colored hall. “ ‘Turn Your Six Year Old Son Into A Flame Freak! We can edit the game a little bit; ‘Turn the Lovely Face of a Gun-Freak Into Nothing But Burning Flesh’!”
His chocolate brown eyes sparked the crazed obsession of a lunatic. The heat from his ablaze hands caused sweat to trickled down my forehead, and instincts kicked in.
My radius transformed into a carry gun aimed right at his stomach. “Try it. I’m always loaded.” I smirked.
Flames connected with my shoulder, singeing filthy clothes and grimy shoulder. I bit my cheek to keep from screaming in agonizing pain. My gun, cocked and loaded, aimed at his stomach, and-
Matthew’s umber hair flew by in a blur, tackling Luke; hand-flames dieing out. “Don’t touch her or I’ll wring your neck!” He spit in his face. Luke’s face set cold, and Matthew popped out, immediately coming to my aid.
My breathing was uneasy and racing, trying to control my tears. My shoulder stung painfully at the horrid smell of burning flesh and clothes. The burnt skin peeled back revealing bone and blood. I grimaced.
You know how they say that looking at an injury makes it hurt worse? No matter how much I didn’t think it was possible, it actually did make it hurt a butt-load more. One of those fat man-ladies who eat five double cheeseburgers, extra everything, butts too.
His gentle hands gathered me in his arms. “Hold on tight, Elaine. I’m going to take you to a hospital.”
I shook my head, trying to dismiss the unbearable pain in my shoulder. “Unless you can get all my documents from there. No one can find me.” I managed a quiet whisper.
“Right.” His emerald green eyes focused ahead on nothing, calculating the situation at hand. “I’ll…get a doctor to come, but I’ll leave once they start asking questions.”
He would be a great asset to my team. I sighed mentally. Later one, when I had some free time (if I have some free time) I will make PRO- CON list of the boys to see if I could take them with me. It doesn’t look to good on Luke’s side, but my softie side shown through as I would feel horrible about ripping best friends apart. Yep, the girl with metal coursing through her veins is the softest girl at heart. That’s exactly who I am.
About thirty minutes of tormenting pain and killer distress, a older man with blonde hair, starting to flicker gray, a thin beard lined along his jaw ,entered the room with a black suit case that bore a red medical cross on the front.. He immediately starting working on my shoulder, stating facts to Matthew, who rubbed his hands together nervously while nodding every so often.
He injected a needle into my arm, which I was extremely against, numbing the horrible sensation of pain throughout the operation. I knew it was for the greater good, but kept a serious eye on the doctor, or the evil mad scientist who wanted to fiddle with my internal organs and such like that. And, adding to my insane panic that arose in my chest, I was out like a light.
Films, once again surrounded my naked body in the long black silver of nothingness. I jerked round, twisting and turning, searching for something important. My eyes caught the most horrific scene in my life, and trust me, I have seen a lot of gruesome realities. I saw Matthew, our unborn child, and me, all sprawled together. Our organs that were ripped out of our thin frames scattered all over the living room. Only a note lay on all of our bloody hearts. In small print, the slip of paper said: For stealing the love of my life. Love, Luke.
