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*grins* No, not an X-men crossover! It'd be sorta cute though to have Nightcrawler in here.he is so cute! ^_^ Thanks for reviewing y'all! And, so TmntPunker won't die for waiting, here's chapter three! ^_~
I groaned as the door to my room opened. Not again. I had already been to the lab twice today, I wanted to rest! In walked Samuel, Grey Phantom to me. He looked annoyed and angry, which meant he wasn't going to be able to torture me today like he had for the past three weeks. Or maybe someone stuck his head in the toilet and gave it a swirl. I'd give MILLIONS to see that. I've been here three weeks now and what a three weeks it's been. Testing, blood-drawing, mental experiments. It never stops around here. Oh, it's all great fun, I just LOVE being poked with pointy needles and watched around the clock by a bunch of buttheads. Ugh. I haven't seen Rebecca or Taz yet. I'm really worried about them. Becca isn't really strong; she's always quiet, a lot nicer and gentler than me. It'd be easy to get her to do what you wanted her to do if you threatened to harm her family, which would be me and Taz. Oh Taz. He's only seven; he won't know what's going on. Some of the tests they've performed on me would scar Taz for life. He must think me and Becca have abandoned him.
"Let's go." Grey Phantom snarled, beckoning for me to follow him. I cocked a furry eyebrow.
"Go where? The mall? I've been wantin' a new outfit, maybe one witha cute, fitted hole for mah tail." I said, a wry smile on my lips. You see, Sammy- Poo here is allergic to humor. He hates it with a passion. Tough luck seeing that he's dealing with me, High Queen of Sarcasm. Grey Phantom sneered. That is so not a good look on him.
"Would you just move?" he snapped, grabbing my arm and shoving me towards the door. I felt like ripping out his throat with my claws, but if I did I'd be lining myself up for dissection without anesthetic. Dr.Off-White likes Sammy-Poo, he's his favorite mindless minion.
"Sure, why not? Maybe I can just move your head ta tha next state ova." I said in a sweet child-like voice, looking up at the man-mountain and fluttering my eyelashes. He tightened his grip on my arm, making my eyes water in pain.
"Shut up, Jayden, if you know what's good for you." He pulled me out of my room, dragging me behind him roughly.
"Oh, I know what's good for me. Junk food's good for me, roller coasters are good for me, you being dead's good for me." A slap flew across my face. Ouch.
"I told you." Sam stated, giving me a sharp tug. His grimy fingernails were digging into my fur. Poor fur, having to get all dirty and contaminated by that jerk, but I'd avenge it someday. We walked past many metal doors that were exactly like my own. I wondered about the occupants inside, if they were my brother and sister or if they were complete strangers put into the same predicament as us. As we flashed past one door, a howling scream floated out and pierced me. What were they doing in there? I don't think I wanna know. A sudden pull made me look up. Grey Phantom was dragging me down a hall I'd never been down before. I wonder if I should fight him off and run? What if they're going to dissect me? I tugged a little on my arm, trying to release it from Samuel's grasp. His grip became even tighter. I gave a small squeak of pain. Immediately I regretted it. To show pain was to show weakness. The small grin on his face at hearing my squeak made my blood boil. We finally came to a stop in front of a medium sized door. Grey Phantom pressed in an access code while I stood there trying to keep myself from killing him. I could feel my ears lay back on my head as far as they would go.
"Where are we?" I asked, thinking it was a valid question. Sammy-poo didn't answer as the door slid open and I was once again, shoved inside the dimly lit room.
"Quit doin' that!" I hissed, my claws extending to match my anger. That revenge day better come soon. Sam laughed. Oh, I hate that laugh. The minute he let go of me, I whirled around and scratched his face. With a roar, he came towards me, probably intent on murder in the first degree. A slick, slime-covered voice stopped him.
"Samuel, do not touch her. This is supposed to be a happy day." It slithered, infecting everyone who heard it with a sick feeling. I could hear other voices too, but battle rage was coursing through my veins. Sam backed off and slinked over to the wall to sulk. Aw, why'd Ol' Off-White have ta do that? I was just about to rip his stomach out and use it as a punching bag!
"Jay, is that you?" a soft, hopeful voice asked. I looked around the room and noticed for the first time, that Sam, Off-White, and I were not alone. A tall, green-skinned turtle was standing in the far corner. Beside her stood a man that looked equally as strong as Sam the Grey Phantom, but not nearly as mean. Near the middle of the room was a pint-sized rabbit, bouncing playfully from foot to foot. A stern-looking woman was sitting in a chair at the table, watching the rabbit with a careful eye. And, of course, Dr. White was sitting at the table also, looking at each of us equally with that creepy smile on his awful face. I narrowed my eyes as they adjusted to the dim lighting.
"Becca?" I answered tentatively. I couldn't, -wouldn't- let my hopes rise. The turtle rushed across the room and threw her arms around me. Yep, this was Becca. I hugged her back.
"I've missed ya so much!" I cried, feeling happy tears lap at the edges of my eyes. As she pulled back, I could see that Becca was crying too.
"Not as much as I've missed you!" she exclaimed, wiping tears from her gray eyes. She had kept her gray eyes and curly, strawberry blonde hair. Man, that hair looked funny on a turtle! The rabbit bowled into my leg, clinging to it for all his worth. Taz likes doing that.
"Jay-jay! You're alive! Why didn't ya come home from school on time? We could've used our superpowers on them dudes in black!" he said happily. I had always played games with Taz, mainly that the two of us had superpowers and they only worked when we were together. I grabbed him up and hugged him.
"Of course we could've Taz! We would've blasted 'em inta oblivion." I told him, ruffling the tuff of fur on the top of his dark brown head. He was shorter than me, with fluffy, dark brown fur with a patch of white right over his left eye. I had to grin. He was so cute, even as a rabbit! His long ears flopped down around his shoulders. He must have been joined with a flop-eared jackrabbit. Becca smiled at us. I looked at her, taking in her new look. She was taller, much taller than me or Taz. She always had been at five foot five. Her paternal parents were probably taller folks than our parents. She's a nice green, the color of dogwood leaves. Her red hair did go okay with her skin, even if it looked out of place. Becca -loves- her hair.
"I always thought ya were cold-blooded, Becca, but this is a little much, even for you." I teased. She grinned and punched me lightly in the shoulder.
"And you, a black cat. How fittin'." She replied, a smirk ghosting her lips. Taz went over to her and hugged her leg.
"I'm a rabbit! Like tha White Rabbit offa Alice in Wonderland!" He told both of us. I smiled and shook my head.
"Naw, more like tha Velveteen Rabbit, Taz. You're so soft. Let me hug you!" I grabbed at the boy playfully, but he jumped to hide behind Becca's green legs.
"No hugs! I'm too old for hugs, except for Mommy's hugs." He looked up at me and Becca with a confused look.
"Where's Mommy?"
"She'll come get us soon, with Dad too. We'll only be here for a little while." Becca reassured him. My heart plummeted to the bottom of an endless pit. They didn't know. No one had told them. I whirled around to shoot a fearsome glare at Dr. White. He ignored me. I laid my ears flat again and growled. He killed my parents and didn't even tell my brother and sister? A familiar fury rose in me.
"Could ya leave us alone for just a few minutes?" I asked in a restrained say-no-and-I-will-castrate-you voice, hoping he'd give us at least that dignity. Grey Phantom started to object, but Dr. White held up a hand.
"Yes, I believe you need to explain something to your siblings." So, he was putting all the responsibility on me. Why? I'm the middle child; Rebecca should be the one that knows what I know. I sighed as the adults left the room, leaving me with my brother and sister. Becca looked at me strangely.
"Jay, what's he talkin' about?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. I slumped into a chair.
"Y'all are gonna want ta sit down." I told them. Taz sat down in Becca's lap after my sister sat down in a chair. Her face was blank so I guessed she was putting two and two together.
"Guys, um, I don't know how to tell you this." I took a deep breath, preparing myself. "Mom and Dad were murdered. I thought you knew, but." I trailed off, filling my breath catch in my throat. Taz was sitting there, not blinking, just staring ahead as if he hadn't heard a word. Becca's hand flew to her mouth and her bright green eyes grew wide. She began to shake her head, slowly at first and then faster.
"No, no, no, no, no." Becca repeated the word over and over, as if saying it would make it true. I sniffled. This small sound seemed to set off Taz. The small boy began to sob, his little body shuddering with each loud noise. I held my arms out to him and he bounced off Becca's lap, rushing over to me, and huddling in my arms. Taz buried his head in my shoulder, his shining tears soaking my fur. I stood up and carried Taz over to Becca who jumped up, enveloping both me in Taz in a colossal hug. The three of us stood there in semi-silence, an occasional sob or sniffle breaking the silence. After a precious five minutes, Dr. White and his little/big 'friends' entered the room again. We broke apart, but Taz refused to let go of me. After some silent coaxing, he let go, but still hung close to me and Rebecca.
"Better now?" Dr. White asked in a cheerful tone. I hissed and extended my claws.
"You pervert! I hate you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Anger was always better for me than understanding. The deranged mental case clicked his tongue.
"Now, now, Jayden, is that any way to act?" He said, a smile plastered to his face. He made a motion with his hand and Samuel moved forward. Uh-uh, not now. I moved backwards and Becca moved up a bit. Wow, Becca was getting brave.
"I'm not goin' anywhere!" I snapped quickly.
"We want ta stay together." Becca said in a firm and even voice. Dr. White shook his head slowly.
"No, I'm sorry Rebecca, I don't think that's an option." Another silent hand motion and the other Grey Phantom-like figure began to walk towards Becca. I tensed, ready to fight both him and Sammy-Poo off. Taz suddenly jumped in front of both of us.
"Don't touch mah sisters!" He screeched in his high-pitched voice. The vulturish lady moved forward.
"Jeremiah! You shall not talk to Dr. White like that!" she announced in a shrill tone. Taz scowled at her.
"Mah name's Taz, ya over-grown bag-a-bones!" Taz snarled uncharacteristically. I grabbed his shoulder.
"No Taz!" I whispered and then added. "I wanna see you guys again!" I turned and walked towards my doom, which was in the form of an overly large, overly muscled man named Samuel. "I'll go." I said in a gravelly voice. Sammy's hand darted out and grabbed my wrist. He twisted it, making me gasp quickly. Becca made a noise and stepped toward us, but her own Gray Phantom duplicate stopped her. She peered at me from behind the man's arm, her green face wrinkled with worried. The living vulture laid a hand on Taz's shoulder and tightened her grip as the boy tried to come to me. I shook my head. Gray Phantom dragged me from the room. I grabbed the doorframe and smiled at the last of my family.
"Later guys! Love ya!" I exclaimed and marched after Sammy-poo, a newfound grin on my face. We'd get out of here and I'd make sure of it!
MUHAHAHAHA! I love this story!!! I loooove writing it!!! It's sorta good! COOL!!
*grins* No, not an X-men crossover! It'd be sorta cute though to have Nightcrawler in here.he is so cute! ^_^ Thanks for reviewing y'all! And, so TmntPunker won't die for waiting, here's chapter three! ^_~
I groaned as the door to my room opened. Not again. I had already been to the lab twice today, I wanted to rest! In walked Samuel, Grey Phantom to me. He looked annoyed and angry, which meant he wasn't going to be able to torture me today like he had for the past three weeks. Or maybe someone stuck his head in the toilet and gave it a swirl. I'd give MILLIONS to see that. I've been here three weeks now and what a three weeks it's been. Testing, blood-drawing, mental experiments. It never stops around here. Oh, it's all great fun, I just LOVE being poked with pointy needles and watched around the clock by a bunch of buttheads. Ugh. I haven't seen Rebecca or Taz yet. I'm really worried about them. Becca isn't really strong; she's always quiet, a lot nicer and gentler than me. It'd be easy to get her to do what you wanted her to do if you threatened to harm her family, which would be me and Taz. Oh Taz. He's only seven; he won't know what's going on. Some of the tests they've performed on me would scar Taz for life. He must think me and Becca have abandoned him.
"Let's go." Grey Phantom snarled, beckoning for me to follow him. I cocked a furry eyebrow.
"Go where? The mall? I've been wantin' a new outfit, maybe one witha cute, fitted hole for mah tail." I said, a wry smile on my lips. You see, Sammy- Poo here is allergic to humor. He hates it with a passion. Tough luck seeing that he's dealing with me, High Queen of Sarcasm. Grey Phantom sneered. That is so not a good look on him.
"Would you just move?" he snapped, grabbing my arm and shoving me towards the door. I felt like ripping out his throat with my claws, but if I did I'd be lining myself up for dissection without anesthetic. Dr.Off-White likes Sammy-Poo, he's his favorite mindless minion.
"Sure, why not? Maybe I can just move your head ta tha next state ova." I said in a sweet child-like voice, looking up at the man-mountain and fluttering my eyelashes. He tightened his grip on my arm, making my eyes water in pain.
"Shut up, Jayden, if you know what's good for you." He pulled me out of my room, dragging me behind him roughly.
"Oh, I know what's good for me. Junk food's good for me, roller coasters are good for me, you being dead's good for me." A slap flew across my face. Ouch.
"I told you." Sam stated, giving me a sharp tug. His grimy fingernails were digging into my fur. Poor fur, having to get all dirty and contaminated by that jerk, but I'd avenge it someday. We walked past many metal doors that were exactly like my own. I wondered about the occupants inside, if they were my brother and sister or if they were complete strangers put into the same predicament as us. As we flashed past one door, a howling scream floated out and pierced me. What were they doing in there? I don't think I wanna know. A sudden pull made me look up. Grey Phantom was dragging me down a hall I'd never been down before. I wonder if I should fight him off and run? What if they're going to dissect me? I tugged a little on my arm, trying to release it from Samuel's grasp. His grip became even tighter. I gave a small squeak of pain. Immediately I regretted it. To show pain was to show weakness. The small grin on his face at hearing my squeak made my blood boil. We finally came to a stop in front of a medium sized door. Grey Phantom pressed in an access code while I stood there trying to keep myself from killing him. I could feel my ears lay back on my head as far as they would go.
"Where are we?" I asked, thinking it was a valid question. Sammy-poo didn't answer as the door slid open and I was once again, shoved inside the dimly lit room.
"Quit doin' that!" I hissed, my claws extending to match my anger. That revenge day better come soon. Sam laughed. Oh, I hate that laugh. The minute he let go of me, I whirled around and scratched his face. With a roar, he came towards me, probably intent on murder in the first degree. A slick, slime-covered voice stopped him.
"Samuel, do not touch her. This is supposed to be a happy day." It slithered, infecting everyone who heard it with a sick feeling. I could hear other voices too, but battle rage was coursing through my veins. Sam backed off and slinked over to the wall to sulk. Aw, why'd Ol' Off-White have ta do that? I was just about to rip his stomach out and use it as a punching bag!
"Jay, is that you?" a soft, hopeful voice asked. I looked around the room and noticed for the first time, that Sam, Off-White, and I were not alone. A tall, green-skinned turtle was standing in the far corner. Beside her stood a man that looked equally as strong as Sam the Grey Phantom, but not nearly as mean. Near the middle of the room was a pint-sized rabbit, bouncing playfully from foot to foot. A stern-looking woman was sitting in a chair at the table, watching the rabbit with a careful eye. And, of course, Dr. White was sitting at the table also, looking at each of us equally with that creepy smile on his awful face. I narrowed my eyes as they adjusted to the dim lighting.
"Becca?" I answered tentatively. I couldn't, -wouldn't- let my hopes rise. The turtle rushed across the room and threw her arms around me. Yep, this was Becca. I hugged her back.
"I've missed ya so much!" I cried, feeling happy tears lap at the edges of my eyes. As she pulled back, I could see that Becca was crying too.
"Not as much as I've missed you!" she exclaimed, wiping tears from her gray eyes. She had kept her gray eyes and curly, strawberry blonde hair. Man, that hair looked funny on a turtle! The rabbit bowled into my leg, clinging to it for all his worth. Taz likes doing that.
"Jay-jay! You're alive! Why didn't ya come home from school on time? We could've used our superpowers on them dudes in black!" he said happily. I had always played games with Taz, mainly that the two of us had superpowers and they only worked when we were together. I grabbed him up and hugged him.
"Of course we could've Taz! We would've blasted 'em inta oblivion." I told him, ruffling the tuff of fur on the top of his dark brown head. He was shorter than me, with fluffy, dark brown fur with a patch of white right over his left eye. I had to grin. He was so cute, even as a rabbit! His long ears flopped down around his shoulders. He must have been joined with a flop-eared jackrabbit. Becca smiled at us. I looked at her, taking in her new look. She was taller, much taller than me or Taz. She always had been at five foot five. Her paternal parents were probably taller folks than our parents. She's a nice green, the color of dogwood leaves. Her red hair did go okay with her skin, even if it looked out of place. Becca -loves- her hair.
"I always thought ya were cold-blooded, Becca, but this is a little much, even for you." I teased. She grinned and punched me lightly in the shoulder.
"And you, a black cat. How fittin'." She replied, a smirk ghosting her lips. Taz went over to her and hugged her leg.
"I'm a rabbit! Like tha White Rabbit offa Alice in Wonderland!" He told both of us. I smiled and shook my head.
"Naw, more like tha Velveteen Rabbit, Taz. You're so soft. Let me hug you!" I grabbed at the boy playfully, but he jumped to hide behind Becca's green legs.
"No hugs! I'm too old for hugs, except for Mommy's hugs." He looked up at me and Becca with a confused look.
"Where's Mommy?"
"She'll come get us soon, with Dad too. We'll only be here for a little while." Becca reassured him. My heart plummeted to the bottom of an endless pit. They didn't know. No one had told them. I whirled around to shoot a fearsome glare at Dr. White. He ignored me. I laid my ears flat again and growled. He killed my parents and didn't even tell my brother and sister? A familiar fury rose in me.
"Could ya leave us alone for just a few minutes?" I asked in a restrained say-no-and-I-will-castrate-you voice, hoping he'd give us at least that dignity. Grey Phantom started to object, but Dr. White held up a hand.
"Yes, I believe you need to explain something to your siblings." So, he was putting all the responsibility on me. Why? I'm the middle child; Rebecca should be the one that knows what I know. I sighed as the adults left the room, leaving me with my brother and sister. Becca looked at me strangely.
"Jay, what's he talkin' about?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. I slumped into a chair.
"Y'all are gonna want ta sit down." I told them. Taz sat down in Becca's lap after my sister sat down in a chair. Her face was blank so I guessed she was putting two and two together.
"Guys, um, I don't know how to tell you this." I took a deep breath, preparing myself. "Mom and Dad were murdered. I thought you knew, but." I trailed off, filling my breath catch in my throat. Taz was sitting there, not blinking, just staring ahead as if he hadn't heard a word. Becca's hand flew to her mouth and her bright green eyes grew wide. She began to shake her head, slowly at first and then faster.
"No, no, no, no, no." Becca repeated the word over and over, as if saying it would make it true. I sniffled. This small sound seemed to set off Taz. The small boy began to sob, his little body shuddering with each loud noise. I held my arms out to him and he bounced off Becca's lap, rushing over to me, and huddling in my arms. Taz buried his head in my shoulder, his shining tears soaking my fur. I stood up and carried Taz over to Becca who jumped up, enveloping both me in Taz in a colossal hug. The three of us stood there in semi-silence, an occasional sob or sniffle breaking the silence. After a precious five minutes, Dr. White and his little/big 'friends' entered the room again. We broke apart, but Taz refused to let go of me. After some silent coaxing, he let go, but still hung close to me and Rebecca.
"Better now?" Dr. White asked in a cheerful tone. I hissed and extended my claws.
"You pervert! I hate you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Anger was always better for me than understanding. The deranged mental case clicked his tongue.
"Now, now, Jayden, is that any way to act?" He said, a smile plastered to his face. He made a motion with his hand and Samuel moved forward. Uh-uh, not now. I moved backwards and Becca moved up a bit. Wow, Becca was getting brave.
"I'm not goin' anywhere!" I snapped quickly.
"We want ta stay together." Becca said in a firm and even voice. Dr. White shook his head slowly.
"No, I'm sorry Rebecca, I don't think that's an option." Another silent hand motion and the other Grey Phantom-like figure began to walk towards Becca. I tensed, ready to fight both him and Sammy-Poo off. Taz suddenly jumped in front of both of us.
"Don't touch mah sisters!" He screeched in his high-pitched voice. The vulturish lady moved forward.
"Jeremiah! You shall not talk to Dr. White like that!" she announced in a shrill tone. Taz scowled at her.
"Mah name's Taz, ya over-grown bag-a-bones!" Taz snarled uncharacteristically. I grabbed his shoulder.
"No Taz!" I whispered and then added. "I wanna see you guys again!" I turned and walked towards my doom, which was in the form of an overly large, overly muscled man named Samuel. "I'll go." I said in a gravelly voice. Sammy's hand darted out and grabbed my wrist. He twisted it, making me gasp quickly. Becca made a noise and stepped toward us, but her own Gray Phantom duplicate stopped her. She peered at me from behind the man's arm, her green face wrinkled with worried. The living vulture laid a hand on Taz's shoulder and tightened her grip as the boy tried to come to me. I shook my head. Gray Phantom dragged me from the room. I grabbed the doorframe and smiled at the last of my family.
"Later guys! Love ya!" I exclaimed and marched after Sammy-poo, a newfound grin on my face. We'd get out of here and I'd make sure of it!
MUHAHAHAHA! I love this story!!! I loooove writing it!!! It's sorta good! COOL!!