MUTATION - Chapter 3
Scott could see. He could see the faces of the people in charge of his fate, and he could see the face of the boy that brought him his "contraband" that happened to be his glasses. He blinked roughly a couple of times and stared at his cell mates, taking in their appearance.
"KURT!" He suddenly yelled, catching the attention of Maggie, who had finished cleaning up her father -Hershel- and his bloody leg.
"Scott!" Kurt bowed his head back politely but was soon pulled into a bear hug.
After being released Scott stared at everything he could. Being blind for years mentally damaged the younger mutant. He could see the faces of the group of intruders. He saw Lori, Carl's mum; Rick, Carl's dad; Daryl with his crossbow; Maggie, carrying a face full of worry as she walked to Glenn, her boyfriend; Beth, Maggie's sister and Carol.
Scott could see the worry on his friend's face, and he could see the deep frown lines on Logan's as he concentrated.
"We will take you to the generator corridor," Rick spoke up, "it's swamped with walkers, if you come out alive, you can stay, if not, well your not our problem anymore."
"That seems... reasonable..." Logan seemed to be searching for a better word as he glanced among the faces of his fellow mutants.
"So vhen vill ve be tested?" Kurt piped up.
"Yes, VhEn ViLl Ve Be TeStEd?" Peter mocked Kurt's manners making the blue mutant frown and run a hand across his scarred cheek.
Sighing at his immature behaviour Rick decided sooner was better than latter and told the new people the layout of the corridor.
"If You would follow me, we'll soon see if your capable of staying with us." Rick said but Daryl was left to show the newcomers the way to the generator corridor.
"Start here, follow the spray paint and we'll meet you at the other end," he stated glaring slightly at Kurt. At which the blue mutant lowered his head submissively.
At the door, the minute Daryl left it, he was left wide eyed as Logan let three metal claws extend from in between his knuckles and a mad grin take over his face.
"Just like training, kids," he stated before charging in.
Peter quickly picked up a sharpened pole and sped after Logan, leaving Daryl with his mouth open. Scott patiently waited for Kurt to stare at the room intently before nodding and they both ran in, side by side.
Daryl shut the door and locked it incase they tried to bail away from the task. He silently hoped they died in there anyway.
Daryl walked back to cell block: Charlie and ushered everyone towards him.
"They're freaks!" He stated, still trying process how quick Peter moved, or the blades that protruded from Logan's fist.
"Well, one of them is blue but I think calling him a freak is a bit-" Beth got cut off.
"He had blades come out of his hand! Like knives! And that other one, Petra or whatever his name is, is so quick!" Daryl exclaimed, seeming out of character.
"Look, I think we've all worked hard and you've had the least sleep, why don't you rest Daryl and we'll see you tomorrow?" Rick sternly suggested trying not to let Daryl's shock scare people.
Daryl wisely took Rick's advice and grunted, turned away from the group before sighing and running a hand down his face. Then, he composed himself and slowly walked to the high step on which he slept.
***
When Kurt heard the door lock, his tail flicked as he scanned the thin hallway anxiously. His breathing skyrocketed when he could hear the low moans of something, groaning and sliding sounds echoed around him in the dark and compressed space.
His thumping heart reminded him to look at Scott, who had started running towards Logan and Peter but stopped when he couldn't hear the famous Nightcrawler following.
"C'mon man! We gotta catch up and help!" Scott's voice pulled Kurt from his nervous conscious and a loud BAMF! Teleported the young male to where Scott was.
Soon after the loud sound of Kurt's teleportation, the moans grew closer and Kurt's nerves started to get the better of him. However, if he listened over his heathy breathing, he could hear the yells of war cries from Logan and Peter.
From Scott's low light view, he felt blind. His dark glasses hid most light without them being in a dark corridor.
He could barely see the outline of his best friend, Kurt as they slowly walked towards the war cries of their only other friends.
He could hear the low groans of what could only be described as "the walking dead" as being blindfolded for nearly a year or more toughened his hearing.
He wondered, in his slow pace,why he never heard the groans before when he was stuck in the canteen.
Kurt grabbed on to Scott as the groans grew closer, in case they needed to evacuate.
One single groan somehow managed to roar behind the pair and Scott shot out a beam around him and looked everywhere until it stopped, panicking.
Kurt on the other hand teleported to the roof as a reflex but with nothing to grab onto he slipped and fell on his back.
Kurt's eyes could see well now that they had adjusted and he could see the bloody mess that Scott had created.
"Just... ah, just aim next time."
"Got ya..."
***
Logan was wearing out slowly. He slashed and stabbed and spun and ran around each mutilated body and aiming for the brains he took them down one by one.
There was no special strategic manoeuvre, as they all just kept coming. The only advice he could've given was "don't get surrounded".
This was nothing like training and Logan could see the quick silver flashes of Peter's speed as Peter (using his sharpened pole) stabbed and battered the dead people that Logan missed. They were working perfectly in sync, dodging and covering each other as they spun and slashed their opponent.
Logan could only hope that Scott and Kurt would catch up soon and not die, because a teleporting walker would be pretty terrifying.
