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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 12, 2007 22:06:01 GMT -5
Her DNA was altered? That was something that Cameron hadn't heard before. Why would people be doing tests on a young girl? She could only be eighteen. Cameron didn't say anything for a moment as he recollected what she just said. He didn't think that such experimentation was even legal. How could it be? Wouldn't that cause problems with health and even cause death? Cameron didn't want to think about miscalculated experiments that turned into dead girls. "DNA altering? I didn't think that it was legal to try that on humans? Rabbits and rats is one thing, but humans is another? Do you mean to tell me that you were experimented on illegally? Were you kidnapped?" Cameron asked, his head full of questions.
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Post by Max on Nov 12, 2007 23:33:34 GMT -5
Max snorted disdainfully, folding her arms and giving the man a most scathing look. For a marine, he certainly was naive. "Of course it's illegal!" she sneered, "but when did that ever stop anyone from doing wrong?" Laws only worked on the weak, on those too afraid to break them for fear of retribution. For the strong, the cunning, the smart, laws were merely obstacles to work around. Secret labs were secret for a reason. "Not kidnapped," she revealed, "I don't have parents. Not the kind most people speak of. DNA alteration on anything but the youngest of embryos is deadly. They found that out the first few years," she commented darkly. It bothered her what they did; something inside her rebelled against it, told her it was a dark sin to do such a thing. But Max had no say in the matter. To the scientists she was just another number on a sheet of a long list of experiments. Number 746, to be exact. Her mind had begun to formulate a rough plan of escape that might work, but it was not perfect and with the gun still pointed at her, Max was loathe to try it. Besides, she got a strange satisfaction at seeing the man's apparent shock and incredulity at her past. And he had only brushed the surface. If he knew the whole truth he would be appaled, that she was sure of.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 9:24:45 GMT -5
How could someone pull that sort of thing off? It would take millions of dollars and a rather complex facility to be able to perform experiments like that. Cameron tried to think of anything that he could remember that could have been where the experiments would be held. There was nowhere particular in mind. He sighed and lowered his pistol, just a little bit. He still had it pointed at Max, but the gun was at his waist instead of raised, eye level to him. He looked at Max for a moment without saying anything, “I am sorry.” He said and then continued, “Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot or wing you might say,” He said, trying to lighten the mood, “I am Cameron Michaels, you are?” He asked.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 9:44:47 GMT -5
Had one been incredibly observant, and if it had been broad daylight, one might have caught the look that flashed, barely visible, through Max's eyes. He had lowered the gun; that was good. It meant that he didn't see her as a big threat. That was also good. The problem with that was that if she had wanted to be, she was a major threat. But for now she was content to just get out of here. The man seemed to be trying to calm her down. Max could have laughed. This was her normal state of being; she was never a very calm person. Calm and laboratory testing just didn't go together. It also didn't help that under all the wings and scars and unusual attributes, Max was still a sixteen-year-old girl. That was part of the reason the scientists had gotten irritated with her near the end; the 2% bird DNA was not enough to wipe out human traits such as female hormones. "I am Max," she stated simply, keeping her eyes on the man and her wings ready for flight at a second's notice. If he would just put the gun back in the holster, she'd be home free.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 10:06:12 GMT -5
Finally, he seemed to be getting somewhere. She had revealed her name. That was defiantly a good thing. He still couldn’t determine if she was deadly or not or if she posed any real threat to him. Again, he didn’t know her capabilities and until he did, he wasn’t going to take any chances. He decided that he should ask another question, although he still had a question about her name, “Max really isn’t a girl’s name you know. Is it short for something?” Cameron asked. He couldn’t really think of anything that Max would be short for, but he thought he mine as well ask. He asked another question almost immediately after the first, “Why are you here? How did you manage to escape? I mean, you did escape? I don’t think they would let you go from what I know thus far of your captors.” Cameron said.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 15:44:57 GMT -5
"Actually," she corrected, "Max is androgenous. And it's just Max." Curious one , this Marine was. Though she admitted to herself that were the roles reversed, her mind would be itchng with endless streams of questions. Actually. compared to all the things he didn't know about her, the questions he asked were not overly intrusive. Max deduced that he was more than likely just asking whatever popped into his mind. For now he was harmless, though that gun was definitely not. "Yes, I escaped. Why would they let a multi-millon dollar experiment go?" she asked, gazing at him quizzically. A five year old could have told him that. "I escaped simply because I am smarter than they are. I have the capacity to be the world's smartest human. My IQ levels are already off the charts," she stated. These last revelations were not made with pride, nor arrogance, just a simple statement of the facts. It was the way things were. No shame in hiding that. "Why are you here?" she questioned, "This island is nearly deserted, and you don't look like you live here, especially knowing that you are in the Marines."
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 16:17:16 GMT -5
Cameron scratched the back of his head and then rubbed his eyes with his left hand. His right hand still held the gun, still pointed at her. Multimillion dollar experiment huh? Then she was very expensive indeed. He wondered who could have that kind of money to spend on human experimentation and that amount of power to keep it hidden. It bothered Cameron quite a bit, “I don’t live here, but where I live is rather relative to my situation or mission. I am here because of a previous when. Then I saw you and investigated, thus it has let to this confrontation.” Cameron said calmly. He paid close attention to the part saying that she was more intelligent then anyone else on the planet. That was both a comforting and non comforting thought. Could she be toying with him right now? If she was so intelligent, who knew what kind of plans she was formulating?
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 16:36:09 GMT -5
Max knew that he was probably thinking about the 'multimillion dollar' and the 'world's smartest human' part. She would be, that was for certain. Though he probably had misconceptions about the smartest human thing. She was smarter than the average thirty year old, but she wasn't the smartest ever. It was just that her brain had an endless capacity for knowledge. It was like a bottomless cup just waiting to be filled. Her mind was now just waiting to implement her plan of escape. Just a little lower, she willed him, lower the gun and put it away. Then she'd be out of here. "What now?" she asked warily. It was a bit of a standoff; he undoubtedly wished to know more, and she just wanted to find somewhere to be safe from those scientists.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 17:21:38 GMT -5
Cameron studied Max. He wondered what she was thinking, what she was formulating in her mind. He tried to read her facial expressions, but he didn’t know if she was just putting up a front to fool him. Perhaps she knew what he was trying to do and was sending him false signals. However, maybe she didn’t know or was trying to send him calls for help. Ah, he hated smart people, so confusing. Of course, the thought came to his mind that he was simply overanalyzing the situation. So, he just thought about the last question she asked. What to do now? He didn’t know, he half wanted to take her back to the base, but he doubted she would be willing to come unless given a good reason. Perhaps it could be a safe haven for her. “Are you running from someone?” Cameron asked.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 17:28:40 GMT -5
So far this Marine was not proving himself to be incredibly smart. "Of course I am running from someone," she said, a bit of sarcasm creeping into her tone, "I escaped didn't I? If you had an experiment that was worth millions of dollars, the product of over seven hundred previous tries, would you let it go so easily?" Her voice was accentless; she could adopt any sort of accent or tone at a moment's notice. One of the benefits of the avian genes; her ears were highly tuned to any music or language. "I don't know where they are now; I lost them in California. But they will find me; one way or another," she assured grimly. Her wings twitched a bit irritably, getting tired of the tense inactivity. Max folded them a bit more into her sides; the first part of her plan wouldn't require her wings, anyways.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 17:39:35 GMT -5
Cameron raised an eyebrow. Seven hundred tries! Good Lord! Cameron didn't do much besides raise an eyebrow even though his mind was sweltering with thoughts. How many more her were there? Cameron didn't really want to think about seven hundred abducted girls, killed or mutated. It was just not a pleasant thought. Cameron figured her answer and after she spoke he nodded his head, "Well i can offer you shelter. I am one of the lead officers here in Hawaii, i have a base where you will be safe." He didn't really mention the part about the vampires coming, but hey, that wasn't something she needed to worry about. " You won't be harmed." Cameron said. He wondered if she would take his word for it.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 17:51:43 GMT -5
Shelter? Such a concept was slightly foreign to her; she had been in captivity for so long, and then escaped, constantly on the run. Nowhere was safe for her. But this seemed like it might almost work. "Shelter?" she repeated, "safety? Doubtful." Crossing her arms, Max cocked her hips and met his eyes frankly. Few would be content to have a hybrid such as herself in the building and not at least examine her. "How could you guarantee that? I am the only one of me; the temptation to see how I was put together, or at least run some tests, must be irresistable," she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 17:55:02 GMT -5
Cameron nodded his head at her response, laughing slightly, “If I was a science geek then yea, I would have tranquilized you by now and have dissected you by now. However, I am a military man and anything ally or any sort of advantage I can use to fight the enemy will be more than welcome in my base. And as for the guaranteed safety, well my men are trained and they disobey orders and we have bigger guns than this at the base.” Cameron said and beckoned to his pistol. After that he put it into the holster and put the strap back on. He didn’t need it, she wasn’t going to attack.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 18:05:32 GMT -5
An advantage? Once again, the human race proved to think of themselves before others. Finally, what she had been waiting for. His gun was in the holster, strapped in. Her body tensed slightly, though one couldn't tell it from the outside. Her demeanor remained unchanged, her eyes only brightening slightly as she prepared. "Sounds nice and all," Max said slowly, "but I think I'll take a rain check." With that she threw herself at him, her wings pushing off the wall and propelling herself further. Leaping up, wings spread, she leapfrogged over him, pushing off his shoulders with her feet for extra boost. It was the height she needed to make it out through that hole. Jumping a bit sideways, Max jumped out of the hole, wings tucked tightly to her body. As her body emerged, her leg banked slightly on a sharp rock on the side, ripping a deep gash in it. Cursing in French, she flared her wings, flapping hard to clear the ground. Triumphantly, she landed a few feet away. She was out! But now she was injured. A thought crossed her mind. How would Cameron get out? But it left soon. What did she care?
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 18:16:31 GMT -5
Cameron had his pistol out of the holster before she even reached him. Just because he had strapped and holstered it, didn’t make in totally inaccessible for him. Cameron was fast and it came from years and years of training. However, he was pushed down as she stepped on his shoulders. He dropped to his knees and turned around to witness her running her leg into the rock as she flew out of the cave mouth. He hadn’t seen that coming and he looked down and dusted himself off. He moved to the mouth of the cave, his gun, pointing at anything that moved. He had become more cautious now that she had become aggressive. He wasn’t going to chase her because that wasn’t possible. She had wings, he didn’t.
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