The Experiment Chronicles(Closed/Started)

Lucian

After the main four leave, I glance around at those left with me. Zytrianna is the first to speak, standing and looking at each of us.

"Looks like we need to get the basic necessities, since no one else is here," she says. "Does anyone have a plan of where we are going or where we are getting shelter?"

I wait for the others to speak, but soon find myself somewhat struck by an idea.

We're in New York... Why not hole away in Central Park, or down an abandoned subway tunnel? The former preferred to the latter.

Clearing my throat, I cross my arms over my chest and look around before making my suggestion.

"We could walk to Central Park," I say. "Hide in the tree tops or something. I'm sure if we get deep enough inside, we could make a temporary camp without being seen, as long as we disappeared by morning. Or we could stick around here, make it easier for the others to find us. There's got to be abandoned subway tunnels around. We just have to pick the right one."

Baxter's POV:

There it was next to Jeb, clear as my reflection in a mirror, and then clearer. The beast was me. Or a clone of me. Either way the beast sat there and just stared at me. Looked like it was time to fight this thing. I couldn't believe Jeb was still alive, and here of all places. I quickly turned to roundhouse kick the clone, B2 as I will call it from now on, when it grabbed my leg mid-kick. Of course, it has my quick reflexes too. B2 then turned my leg and threw me on the ground. I knew this was going to be one tough fight.

B2 jumped at me with a fist aimed at my head as I lay on the ground. I quickly rolled to the right and grabbed his leg, tripping him. We both jumped up simultaneously and I made a quick-jab aim at his face. He grabbed my fist and twisted it, causing immense pain. He then released and tryed to punch me in the face but I dodged quickly to the left and jumped into the air of the room. He followed suit. I quickly dodged in the air at equal speed to the punches he drilled at me. Then I heard him speak and it placed a permanent scar to my brain. I heard these words in my own voice spoken at me, but coming from B2. "Come back and let me kill you dad!"

He was my son? How was that even possible? I then heard Jeb explaining while the fight was pursueing, as if this was normal. "Well, Baxter. The explanation is quite simple. You are assexual, meaning that you self-produce. You do this through budding, much like bacteria. You don't remember this of course because we removed those memories from your brain. This guy is technically both you and your son. An exact replica."

"That can't be," I exclaimed as I dodged another left jab, "I didn't even have proper nurishment to walk, let alone 'reproduce'." I quickly dodged 10 more punches aimed in quick succession.

"Well, you may have thought so, but what you didn't know is that the diseases and other test we did to you caused forced reproduction. In other words, you produced no less then 10 of yourself and they were all fully-functional in the same manner as you. Including reproducing. With you gone, we took the time and effort into making your 'sons' produce 10 of you yearly, and with 9 of these B2's as you call them reproducing 10 a year over your last 3 years gone, you have at least 270 clones just from your second generation. Do some more math and the 3rd generation added together creating a total of 2970 and then some do to increases in numbers. In simple terms, there are no less then 4,000 B2's in this facility trained to kill all escaped experiments. There are also another 1,000 out there in New York hunting down your friends right now."

I was shocked and quickly grabbed a peice of the ceiling off, as there were metal bars on it. I took the metal bar and swung it at B2 #1's head. He dodged enough to only loose his arm. I then saw it grow back excessively quick, faster then my limbs usually do. How could I forget the powers I had of regeneration? There was only one solution. I quickly pulled the emergency alarm behind me, pressed the button on the panel next to me to free the experiments, and ripped the button off. Now it was time to flee before me and everyone else in the facility were killed by my B2 son's. God I hated that word. I flew through the hall, literally, at record speeds and found Micah and Exi. I told them we had to leave now. There was serious trouble for the others in New York that was only getting worse with our presence here.

115

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I had slaughtered these guys, but they don't die. I flew back as more spikes slammed into the multi Baxtor's, but they weren't the same as him, I had killed numerous ones only to have them regenerate. Fighting and clawing were becoming useless, how do you kill what regenerates? That question was beyond me, and for once I couldn't solve it with just killing. I was thinking as I was surrounded, killing the Baxtor's down to the point there was nothing to regenerate from was the solusion to my problem. Doing it, was going to take some to figure out, but I had an idea how. But it wasn't until I came across containment that I may have found some solution, I was running from them now. No real way to kill them, I only find one still in his containment, I punch right though the glass and make my pressence known him.

"Hurry up! Get out of here!" I roar urgently.

I looked at Lucian after he told me his idea.

"That's a good plan but we also need to decide who's going to get what stuff and also who's going to check out the subways. Anyone have any ideas?"

I just stood there waiting for someones response.

Exi thoughts took turns between vile words, strategy, and making sure her partner wasn't dead. Micah seemed strong, able to handle himself. But 115 made her want to throttle someone. Erasers. A dying breed of hate and anger and bloodlust. She didn't like the flash of transportation Micah provided. She didnt like physical contact anyways, and that was.....no. She laid her gaze on the oncoming horde of Erasers. She spoke,quickly,needing a response as soon as possible. Erasers were wolfthings right? So if she could let out a sound that could pierce their oversensitive ears, if they were lucky, deafen them, if they weren't stall them.
"So Micah, how sensitive are your ears? Because I really suggest covering them." She rushed. There wasn't enough time to wait for a reply unless she felt like becoming the pack's next serving of chow. Exi opened her lips only slightly and screeched out a pitch high enough to be painful but low enough to hear. The Erasers fell, clutching their ears, howling out, their agony only to obvious.
"I did not actually thing that work, lucky there's no glass in the room." She gave a grin to Micah and then dove forward to try to save......to save.....
To save something.

Exi's head snapped to attention and her senses were lit aflame by urgency. Leave? They hadn't accomplished anything at all, no one had been saved, no one had been rescued. All they had done was get themselves in trouble. Her bright eyes flashed, she was not going to leave with nothing to show for their effort, for the death. The ugly bloody deaths, the injuries Micah had received, her own aching throat from the calls, she could hardly speak at this point.
"But...but...." She looked again at the computer, the files, a map of the building. She really needed to work on her own obedience. She shook her head, "I keep defying you, and I am extremely sorry about that but....no. We came here to help, an-" Her vocal chords failed her after that, they had been overused in the amount of the time, the piercing shrieks were the worst. They made her head hurt with blurry images, the kind you get a toddler tries to take a picture of passing cars. She was in the dark. Which she was used to, but it didn't make her any happier. Her eyes widened as her voice faded into silence. There was nothing she could do, she couldn't protest, she could't help. Exi had just like that become the dead weight she didn't want with them on this mission. Self-hatred rose up like ice in water, rickety and tossing and turning.
She looked to the two older boys. They could see it, couldn't they? Baxter wouldn't make them leave without anyone or anything rescued, would he?

Baxter POV:

"Sorry guys, but we have to go. The others back in New York are in more trouble then we were just now. Just take the amount of me's you just saw, multiply it by 100, then multiply the strength by 5 and thats what the others are dealing with. What was here was only second and third gen, the weaker sets. They have 4th and 5th, genetically modified to kill everything. The only thing we can do now is hope that 115 had better luck freeing experiments then we did. At least now we know about the B2, B3, B4, and B5 clones, the numbers representing the generation. We have to go to save the others."

Spoiler

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Nick

I could hear fighting and screaming outside my cage. A white coat flew in front of my cage and I screamed, crawling back into the corner of my cage. A big shadow appeared on my cage's bars and I began to whimper in fear. The door was shattered as a fist came in contact with it.

"Hurry up! Get out of here!" a guy roared.

"O-okay," I stuttered and ran out of the cage. The guy looked shocked for a moment at how young I was, before pointing at a hole in the wall. That must be the exit. I ran out the door, nearly bumping into another strange mutant.

Spoiler

The strange mutant he runs into is Micah.