Post by X23 on Nov 3, 2008 22:20:45 GMT -5
(A week before the Election)
Dressed in military entire Laura stepped off the plane standing in the JFK airport. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face and she carried no luggage . It had almost been a year since Laura had last seen New York. She had been locked away in the Weapon X Facility and reprogrammed, sent on missions. Most of them were to influence the mutant registration act or deal with people that betrayed Weapon X.
This mission was to kill as many humans as possible in the public eye. A task she was very good at. She was a weapon, an animal, a clone and questioning anything would result in punishment. Her design was to receive orders, follow them through, and nothing more. Once outside the airport she found a Ford Focus unoccupied and stole it to head to her destination, Time Square. She drove as if she was the only one on the road. Swerving in between cars and ignoring all the horns and squeals of breaks going off, she followed her mission.
Once in Time Square, she stepped out of the car and her orders run through her head again. Kill every human. Anyone mutant interferes, kill them. Almost automatically her claws extended and the first human that passed her got her left set of claws in their back twisting up into the organs till the person was seconds away from death. The man gasped, taking a step forward, eyes wide as he fell to the ground once Laura removed her claws.
The next was a woman talking on a cell phone who stopped mid-sentence as Laura punched her claws through the woman’s jugular. She fell to her knees grabbing for her neck as the animal pulled her claws out yet again. Laura gave a quick roundhouse kick to the woman’s neck sending out her claw from her foot and cutting the head clean off. The phone dropped with a crash braking into 3 pieces as Laura walked over to the next human.
People around her started to run and scream. No one knew exactly what was going on but went with the crowd, scared. Cars began to crash into other cars. Horns sounded as they tried to get out of the area and she could hear police cruisers trying to get to where she was. Laura just kept killing one after the next not caring who it was. Men, women, children. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was their death. Blood was on her claws and on her clothes. Her face was splattered, but she ignored it. It was like she was a hollow of any emotion. Any remorse she had before getting taken was buried deep inside her mind. She had finally turned into the killing machine they had wanted her to become.
Weapon X had installed a failsafe into her this time. They had placed a small camera behind her right eye so they could see what she did. If she didn’t follow an order or her memory started coming back there was a chip inside her brain to cause her extreme pain till she followed through. If she didn’t she would pass out and possibly die. The chip was also designed to send her small messages, images, or orders that were to be carried through. They rather kill Laura then have her used against them.
Dressed in military entire Laura stepped off the plane standing in the JFK airport. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face and she carried no luggage . It had almost been a year since Laura had last seen New York. She had been locked away in the Weapon X Facility and reprogrammed, sent on missions. Most of them were to influence the mutant registration act or deal with people that betrayed Weapon X.
This mission was to kill as many humans as possible in the public eye. A task she was very good at. She was a weapon, an animal, a clone and questioning anything would result in punishment. Her design was to receive orders, follow them through, and nothing more. Once outside the airport she found a Ford Focus unoccupied and stole it to head to her destination, Time Square. She drove as if she was the only one on the road. Swerving in between cars and ignoring all the horns and squeals of breaks going off, she followed her mission.
Once in Time Square, she stepped out of the car and her orders run through her head again. Kill every human. Anyone mutant interferes, kill them. Almost automatically her claws extended and the first human that passed her got her left set of claws in their back twisting up into the organs till the person was seconds away from death. The man gasped, taking a step forward, eyes wide as he fell to the ground once Laura removed her claws.
The next was a woman talking on a cell phone who stopped mid-sentence as Laura punched her claws through the woman’s jugular. She fell to her knees grabbing for her neck as the animal pulled her claws out yet again. Laura gave a quick roundhouse kick to the woman’s neck sending out her claw from her foot and cutting the head clean off. The phone dropped with a crash braking into 3 pieces as Laura walked over to the next human.
People around her started to run and scream. No one knew exactly what was going on but went with the crowd, scared. Cars began to crash into other cars. Horns sounded as they tried to get out of the area and she could hear police cruisers trying to get to where she was. Laura just kept killing one after the next not caring who it was. Men, women, children. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was their death. Blood was on her claws and on her clothes. Her face was splattered, but she ignored it. It was like she was a hollow of any emotion. Any remorse she had before getting taken was buried deep inside her mind. She had finally turned into the killing machine they had wanted her to become.
Weapon X had installed a failsafe into her this time. They had placed a small camera behind her right eye so they could see what she did. If she didn’t follow an order or her memory started coming back there was a chip inside her brain to cause her extreme pain till she followed through. If she didn’t she would pass out and possibly die. The chip was also designed to send her small messages, images, or orders that were to be carried through. They rather kill Laura then have her used against them.
