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The New Girls	By : DarkRoze Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 11419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Pain, a sea of pain, there was something drilling through her and into her bones. She couldn’t get away she was strapped down, it hurt so bad. The pain went on she blacked out a few times only to be awoken by more pain. She remembered someone told her pain was red; the thought entered her mind unbidden as she tried desperately to cling to some type of sanity. She reached for something, anything that would ease the pain, stop the torment if only for a moment. Then she was seeing another person, as if she were somewhere above him looking down, he was large and strong, he was in pain to. She wasn’t alone; she wasn’t the only one suffering. She didn’t want him to be in pain either but she was glad she'd have some one that knew what this was like. She knew he’d lived and she would to, if for no other reason then so he wouldn’t be alone either. She held the memory to her, the knowledge that she wasn’t alone and that she couldn’t leave him alone somehow making the pain bearable. Then darkness took her again.
Blood, hunger, need, that was all she felt. She lay on the floor looking around; she was alone in a stone room. It was cold; it seemed to seep into her bones. She couldn’t escape. She tried to see a door but she didn’t, she tried to remember, but that made her feel like someone was shoving shattered glass into her mind. She knew that she was in a room that was stone. She looked up; she was at the bottom a tube that was reaching for the sky, stars twinkled in the little scrap of sky she could see. She didn’t know where she was, how she got here. She smelled blood, she looked down, she was covered in the dry red flakes that fluttered off her when she flexed. Her head jerked up when she heard voices, she walked around the room until she found where they grew louder. There was a gap between two of the stones not big enough for anything but sound to travel through.
"You’re telling me that she remembers nothing?" A man asked, his voice sounded aged.
"That’s right sir." Another male voice responded proudly.
"You do realize you've told me this before. It wasn’t easy to find someone capable of duplicating him, and I don’t want to be disappointed with another failure." The old voice said.
"I'm sure, she has no memories. Even with the level five regeneration her mind is to young handle the trauma. As I've told you project x's failure was unforeseeable and I have made adjustments to compensate." The young man said.
"We shall see." The old one said, and then he went on as if to himself. "Project K I hope will provide much better results. When I think of the years I've spent collecting all these freaks just to make her…" he trailed off strangely, then when sounding a little happier. "No matter, she is almost complete now. When she wakes up we will finish the last of her transfers and she will be absolutely perfect."
"There is another problem sir." The younger man spoke again.
"What?!" The old man snapped.
"It seems that the healing that she trained from him as depleted."
"Depleted? How?!”
"Well apparently her system wasn’t allowed time to lock it in. She is still a living breathing child you know, it’s not like a computer program." The man said getting upset.
"Where is she?" A new voice asked, this one sounded deeper, more animal.
"Ah Victor, there you are. Please, you can view her on the monitor here." The old one said.
"I don’t want to see her on a monitor; I want to see my daughter." The one called Victor growled.
"She has no memory." The younger one said.
"You said the same thing about James, he remembered everything." Victor growled back.
"Victor please remembers that each person is different. James was a very unique man, and you should know that, and she lost her healing abilities in the process." The old man said.
"The fact that he survived with his the ONLY reason I allowed my daughter to go through this." Victor said. Suddenly there was a lot of noise and the wall next to her bulged and there suddenly something that had reshaped the door. She leapt across the room in fear as a large man with wide shoulders stepped through the door; he had long blonde hair that looked like a wild main that was never cared for. His teeth where gritted for a moment as he shoved passed the door and stepped in; she could see that they looked pointed. His hands and nails had a claw like appareance to them.
He spoke quietly but she couldn’t make it out, like he whispered a name. She pressed herself to the wall, some part of her knowing that this man should be feared. She was hit with his smell full force, he smelled like a filthy beast. Suddenly a memory came to her in a flash of golden light, it was a spray of blood a woman scream and this man standing over the corpse of a beautiful woman.
"You killed my mother." Connie heard herself say, she didn’t know where the knowledge came from but it was as true as she was standing here. Victor laughed deep and honestly, this seemed to please him.
"I thought you said she'd forgotten me?" He said still smiling
"All the memory tests came back negative." Replied the young man's voice in shock.
"Victor come out of there, can’t you see your scaring her?" The old man asked poking his head into the room. This seemed to make Victor happier.
"She'll get over it." He said slowly edging closer to her. Victor lunged, Connie reacted on instincts. She slid out of the way and let him hit the wall. He growled and turned around, he lunged for her again. When she moved again he seemed to become upset.
"Fight me!" He commanded, Connie shook her head, she didn’t know how to fight. How could this man expect her to?
"Then you are worthless to me." He lunged again this time moving faster, Connie couldn’t get out of the way she clenched her fists and brought them up instinctively. As she did a pain went through her hands, it radiated up her arms. Connie screamed out in pain the man attacking her forgetting by the searing red haze.
"That’s my girl."Victor said stumbling backwards, when she looked down she had six long sliver blades coming out of her hands from between her knuckles. Blood dripped off of them and pooled on the floor. Connie was scared; she didn’t know what was happening, her hands and arms hurt. She had been attacked by a man claiming to be her father, and he seemed pleased when she stabbed him. He stood up and she could see skin through the holes in his cloths. He lunged at her, she tried to dodge but he was too big and the room was too small. Blinding red hot pain bit into her shoulder, she cried out as it sank in then was ripped through her. She expected more but it didn’t come.
"WHY ISNT SHE HEALING?!" Victor demanded, she turned to look at him as he came closer raising his arm to strike her.
“Stop it!” The old bearded man said finally stepping between them. “I just told you she doesn’t have the powers to heal.”
“You told me she’d forgotten everything to.” The beast man said before turning to walk out, Connie’s world went dark as she felt the warm fluid of her life flowing down her back.
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