"Motherfuckin- One of you boys want to give me a damn hand with this fatass?!"
Kimura was not a patient woman, and everybody knew it. Sabretooth had managed to sniff out the boy's location before heading off to erase the trails, leaving her to deal with the grunt work!
The nerve of that Neanderthal.
The worst part was how the idiot failed to mention that the kid with the power to control animals also weighed a frigging ton! They had specially brought a psychic inhibitor, a neat little collar that bypassed the body and overridden the brain and person's psychic energies with some weird science mumbo jumbo, with them and it worked like a charm to knock him out within a heartbeat. She even used her molecular control ability to phase her hands through him and torn out his vocal cords to ensure he couldn't shout and alerted the other pedestrians as their holographic image inducer cloaked the two of them and the armored truck that was parked nearby.
However, when she went to catch him before he fell on the ground, she almost had her fucking hands crushed beneath his thick head. It was like suddenly trying to catch a bowling ball! If she couldn't super condense her mass to make her all but invulnerable and give her a sizeable boost in strength she was sure her hands would've been a meaty pulp by now.
The strangest thing though wasn't how incredibly heavy the boy was, but that after she tossed away the bloody chunk of meat that used to be the inside of his throat, the thing turned into a black slime and seemed to rapidly break down and evaporate losing form and consistency.
How very peculiar, and disgusting. She wasn't paid enough to care nor give a shit.
When the driver and the other two shitheads finally got off their lazy asses and decided to help her they managed to carefully place the boy onto the back of the vehicle. Not like the wimps actually offered much assistance, leaving her to do the lion's share of the work, as always. God, she hated working with such incompetent imbeciles but damned if the pay wasn't good.
With a smug grin she hopped onto the back of the car and slammed the door shut. The driver knew better than to disobey her order and soon gunned it out of the area. Nothing quite like pulling out people's brains from their skulls to get people to know not to fuck with you.
They soon left Sabretooth and the other two dumbfucks to walk or find their own way home and she couldn't help but smile imaging their faces when they got back to the base.
In Canada.
The stupid mutt liked the woods right? Nothing like a little hike through the trails to get one all zen-like and all that good shit. It was only a bit less than 2,000 miles away, he'll manage. Her grin grew all the larger at the thought. Serves them right for making her life harder than it had to be and making her actually do work.
The car groaned unpleasantly but managed to hold... Even if it was slightly tilted and she swore the back scratched the road after every little bump.
Seriously what the hell were they feeding this kid?!
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"How odd... What an interesting specimen you've managed to acquire for us, Kimura. Well done, well done indeed."
A man wearing a white labcoat praised as he watched the ongoing experiment from a windowed balcony. And indeed, the "boy" was quite a unique one. Frankly, he and his team didn't actually know what it even was.
A super condensed body not dissimilar to Kimura's own, except the mechanics behind it was incredibly different. This wasn’t narrowing the gaps between one’s molecules, but rather packing extra mass into one’s own cells. It didn't offer the same impenetrable defense, but its sheer ability to manipulate mass was on a whole different level.
If kimura who was 300 pounds could be considered a large person, then he was looking at a blue whale in the shape of a black hair yellow eye kid. He couldn't wait to cut the boy open and find out how he ticks. Oh, the discoveries to be made!
Sadly, his colleague didn't share his enthusiasm and left with a small grunt after dropping off the boy. No matter, we can't all be intellectuals. Sometimes even brutes were needed for the advancement of science. He turned to his control panel and turned up the psychic dampener within the room. It wouldn't do to have his cute little volunteer wake up and put up a futile struggle after all. His time was far too valuable for such nonsense! So the man turned it high enough to keep someone in a catatonic and paralyzed state.
He put on a pair of robotic gloves and googles and in turn panels of the all-white room opened up to reveal mechanical arms with various tools on each finger. Scalps, drills, lasers, you name it, and the arm certainly had it and more. Like a dentist from hell, he laughed as his arms inched closer to the unconscious boy's face.
The current code-named XI had already proven to have a healing fact that didn't seem to lose out to X Prime nor Sabretooth, so he knew he didn't need to hold back any.
Doctor Briggins would spend many many hours testing the full extent of that incredible regeneration.
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Although Andrew always knew that his biology was fundamentally different than what it once was back when he was human... There was something quite jarring seeing your own beating heart torn out of you.
Even more so when this was the third time this week and there wasn't a hint of a cut on his torso, not this time at least.
Kimura apparently got her sick jollies off of seeing pain and despair in kids eyes. Actually that might have been everyone inside this bloody madhouse as there wasn't a day that he couldn't hear screams of misery and suffering. It took him a while to realize the constant unholy screeching came from himself. After all this time he wasn't even sure how long he had been locked inside this glaring white room, the only other color that he ever saw was the crimson of his own blood, and even that quickly turned into black sludge and was retrieved by the scientists here.
They wouldn't get anything from it, he made sure of that. He may lack the mental control to shift and bust his way out of here, but he could still "program" some orders into his virus. It was the very fundamental of his essences after all and he would be damned if he let them have it.
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He would like to pretend it was out of some heroic duty or obligation, but frankly, he couldn't bring himself to care or think of those anymore. There was no Hero or knight in shining armor here. No angels or messiah. How could there be?
He was in Hell after all.
No, it wasn't justice and star-spangled idealism that now fueled him, but simply a heady cocktail of spite, anger, and a whole lot of pettiness. Damned if he would let them win. All they got for their efforts were a useless sludge of seemingly rotten flesh and ooze of broken and random genetic matter, void of anything remotely useful.
Andrew took it as a small victory, a spit in the face to them.
Kimura didn't appreciate the last time he actually did spite in her face and showed her displeasure by ripping out his tongue after all. Fun fact, choking on your own blood wasn't fun even if you could survive and soon regrew the missing appendage.
He almost regretted being able to as she had fun doing all manners of sick things with his severed tongue before it fell apart. That and it just meant that the torture was prolonged all that much more.
On some days, when his mind seemed more fragile than others he could've sworn he heard Jean and the others calling for him, but once he woke up there was nothing but an all-consuming white. As much as he hated losing control over his body, losing his grasp on his sanity was so much worse, a betrayal- tricks from his own mind.
Suddenly a panel of the room opened and in walked his "warden". As if they needed one when he could barely blink an eye. Most days he couldn't even scream unless they let him. Kimura strode in while pushing a small cart with a plate on it.
"Well, hello there, Starshine! The Earth says hello!"
Apparently, he was getting quite good at conveying disgust and hatred just by blinking and staring at someone. That or somehow Kimura had suddenly become telepathic and managed to hear and see the very very vivid description of what he wanted to do with her after he got out of here. Death or consumption was too good for this sick and demented bitch, no, the sheer concept of doing the former and actually making her apart of himself almost made him want to dry heave, puke even when he couldn't so much as twitch a finger.
She didn't take kindly to the look on his face apparently and grinded her heel onto his cheek. When he wasn't set up on a dissection table they just left him on the floor after they were done with him like a broken toy.
"Aww, that's no way to look at your superior, brat. Especially when I even went out of my way bring you breakfast!"
At the word, his stomach involuntarily let out a growl. He had been starved ever since they learned that he didn't actually need food to survive, even with how much they were slicing into him. So basically since day 2 when they attached all sorts of monitors to him. He was somehow stuck in his current "default" human state, both physically and mentally, which means evens having a stomach sadly and the feeling of hunger was all too real and he couldn't seem to connect to his other fragments back in Forest Hills.
He closed his eyes in the minor and only show of defiance he could muster in his current situation, but it didn't last long as Kimura simple reached her hand into his skull and pulled them one. One was literally yanked out of his head and crushed in her palms while the other was simply popped out of his skull but still connected.
Saying it burns wouldn't do it justice but he had no other to describe it besides imagining every single stimulus as a wave of fire and a thousand paper cuts at the same time. Which was why the woman slowly brought it up to her lips before blowing a kiss.
"Now, why don't you come and get a closer look at what I brought you!"
She unveiled the lid on the item to reveal a severed head, it seemed as if it was drenched in some type of fluid. He didn't understand at first why she was showing this to him. There was no reason for them to random have him commit cannibalism, and insane though they were, The Facility was still a proper team of scientists.
Surely even the deranged woman wouldn't stoop that low?
But then his newly regrown left eye widen and the one in her grasp twitched wild as a realization dawned upon him. That... was his head. Slowly turning into sludge, they had attempted to freeze it to slow down the "decomposition rate" it seems, but thankfully the Blacklight could almost instantly self destruct and had built up a resistance to the cold from Kimura thinking it would be funny to freeze his fingers and toes before cracking them with a hammer last week.
He was saved by the woman's playtime, how ironic.
Andrew... Didn't remember being decapitated though... What the hell was going on? Were they somehow messing with his memories like Logan's?!
"Well, the Eggheads back at labs didn't manage to get what they were looking for, but then I came up with a great way to.. Recycle, so to speak. Now we're all curious since your second head didn't grow another body like a starfish... What happens if you eat yourself?"
She pulled out a pocket knife and sliced off his other's cheeks, shoving it into his mouth and forcing it down his throat. She seemed to be having fun carving up the parts of the face that were seemingly more intact and making him eat it. He was helpless beneath her might.
"Did ya know, a person can last around 3 weeks without food and 3 days without water. We aren't quite sure about how long it would take, but even the first Weapon X and Sabretooth would eventually die of starvation despite their miraculous regeneration... But how about you? Your body enters a state of atrophy unless we tear you apart and then you're as good as new like when you first came in... You're quite the strange little freak, aren't cha?"
Her laugh was as ugly as her soul.
"Oh, whoops, well look at that, it seems I accidentally got confused and mixed the two experiments together! Oh dear, oh me oh my. Oh well, guess we'll just have to start from scratch. Cya in another month or two, handsome."
The woman seemed to almost french his mutilated head before winking
"Oh just what fun we'll have! Alas, I must go now, got another bitch next door to break in after all. It's so hard to be so popular, you know. To be or not to be, that is the question~!"
After mocking him by reciting Shakespeare with his skull she laughed and carried it with her as it if was a toy. As soon as he was sure she was gone he let loose the tears he had been holding in.
Suddenly the door opened once more.
"Oh, wow, really? You're crying? What a little bitch. Come on now, you're making me feel bad. It's almost like I'm bullying you or something. Fine, here, you can have this back."
She yanked his hair back so that he was lying on his back with his face facing the ceiling before placing the rapidly rotting skull on top of his forehead. He felt something die inside him as he stared at his own melting face, the odor stun his nose and eyes.
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"How goes it, Kimura?"
"The kid's surprisingly tough to crack, but nothing I can't handle. I'll wear him down him just like all the others."
Even Doctor Briggs was a bit surprised and disgusted at how she could be sitting there eating a meatloaf of all things after such a grizzly display. Especially since her hands had been covered in gore and entrails. Honestly, this woman, did she not know what the word sanitation mean?!
This was why he hated working with boorish people.
Still, she was good at what she did so he decided not to make any comments besides a small hum to acknowledge what she said. He wasn't a drill sergeant or some Special Ops Agent, he didn't have any idea on how to make the perfect assassin or warrior, he simply did as he was told and researched on ways to improve their bodies. Breaking them down and molding them into what was needed was better left to the experts.
"The stupid little bitch, on the other hand, is turning out to be far easier. Although we'll have to find a way to get rid of her pesky little... Attachment to her mother. Perhaps it is time we removed Dr. Kinney from the equation?"
He could tell the woman meant permanently, but that simply wouldn't do. In spite of her annoying "morals" and "ethics" which only served as a weakness and slowed down their glorious progress to understanding more about the secrets are hidden inside our genetics, even he had to admit the woman was brilliant.
"Now now, that's not for us to decide, but Dr. Rice."
"I guess..."
It wasn't too much of a loss she supposes, at least she could still have fun breaking her newest boy toy. Thankfully this one was quite durable for once. She'll take her time to grind away at him before she could gather up the pieces and shape them to the Facility's needs. Man, she loved her job.