Fic: Perfect Soldier (15/?)
Title: Perfect Soldier - Chapter Fifteen
Genre: Crossover (Dark Angel) / Drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Kurt.
Summary: Sam Evans, X4-471, decided that Lima, Ohio was a safe, innocent and unassuming place to start a new life. One moment changed that assumption.
The woman looked at Kurt and Finn, and started speaking in slow, calm tones, as if she were speaking to a pair of idiots. Kurt was instantly offended by her, but he tried to listen to what she had to say, because knowing more about Sam was absolutely crucial. He had to know more about the boy who had suddenly become the most important part of his life.
“The X-series were designed by Manticore to be the perfect soldiers and the perfect killers,” she said, her voice taking on the tone of a documentary announcer. “It was a noble cause at first. After all, if genetically altered soldiers could be created to defeat the United State’s enemies, then regular humans would not end up losing their lives for war, families would stop being torn apart and these creatures would live for it, for the war, for the kill. It would be in their second nature, so they would not suffer.”
“They were still born, like humans,” Kurt said, seriously, taking even more offense at the term “regular humans.” Sam had told him that much and he would not let her tell him that Sam was not human. Sam was real and human and the most amazing person he had ever been near. Kurt was absolutely in love with Sam.
“They were born to humans, the surrogate mothers that Manticore paid to give birth to them.” Leslie looked from Kurt to Finn and then sat down, uncomfortably. “They were already heavily infused with various types of DNA by the time they were brought to full term. The X4 series was heavily infused with feline DNA from large cat breeds. Their predecessors, the X5 were created the same but with much less genetic anomaly. I believe the X4s could snap at any time and do what they were meant to - kill.”
“This is stupid,” Kurt said. “You don’t know Sam, lady, we know Sam.”
“What do you mean?” Finn asked. Kurt shot his stepbrother a look. Evidently, Finn was not as trusting of the boy as Kurt was. Still, he supposed that he and Finn should learn everything they possibly could from this woman. Kurt wanted to know everything he could about Sam and where Sam had come from.
The woman opened up her briefcase and pulled out several manila folders. She opened up one and handed the documents inside to Finn. “This report details the assassinations that were carried out by members of the X4 series from 1999 to the present. I also think that you, especially, need to view this.” She looked at Kurt meaningfully and handed him several glossed photographs attached to files. “Look familiar?”
Kurt looked down, holding his breath. Lined in a row, the X4s looked like human children, but like they belonged in a military unit. There was a single file for Sam, X4-471. Kurt didn’t even need to know the number to know that he was looking at Sam. He had the same eyes but they were hardened, instead of the soft, gentle ones that Kurt had fallen in love with. He scanned the file and read data about the X4s height, build and success rates at various missions.
Proficient assassin.
Infiltration and assassination missions.
“This doesn’t bother me,” Kurt said. “Sam killed. You said so yourself that they were programmed to kill. Everyone is going to kill if they’re born told that’s what they do.”
He flipped through the file to find a picture of Sam, bloodied. “Usually X4’s were a little bit cleaner with their kills,” she said softly. “Snapped neck and that was the end of their victim. This one went a little bit further, don’t you think?”
Kurt looked at the young boy in the picture and could not disconnect him from Sam. Blood was smeared across his face, as if it had been wiped with a hand. He looked away from whomever was taking this photograph of him, his face blank, ice cold. It was as though he had no emotion or connection to humanity.
No, even if that was who Sam was, it wasn’t anymore. He had been the one to escape. He had been the one to rise above what he had been trained to be. “I really want you to leave me alone,” he said softly. “You’re at my school, our safe place, this is…not good. I’m sorry if Manticore’s gonna come get you or whatever, but you can’t be here.”
She took the photographs back. “I just wish to help you, because I’ve seen you with that child. I will be moving for my safety, now that Lima has become a city of target. I just figured that I could do one good deed, to make up for a lifetime of bad ones.”
Kurt swallowed and wrapped his arms around himself. He calmed down, breathing slowly. It meant nothing. It meant nothing. It wasn’t Sam. It was Sam but it was a Sam that had disappeared into the night when Sam escaped. It didn’t exist anymore. He didn’t care what this woman was babbling about his genetics. It didn’t matter. There was only one Sam and that was the Sam that he loved.
“Thank you,” Kurt said coldly, grabbing his stepbrother by the arm. “C’mon Finn, we need to get to class.”
Kurt walked back to the classroom briskly, but once he got there he changed his mind and walked into the boy’s bathroom. Finn, of course, followed.
“It’s not true, what she says,” Kurt said, hearing his brother’s footsteps behind him. “I know that Sam isn’t capable of murder, not anymore without the orders behind him. He escaped that place for a reason. He escaped where other’s didn’t, because he rose above what he was supposed to be. I know him.”
“We don’t know him that well,” Finn mumbled. “Are you sure there’s not a reason for us to worry? He might have been made unstable or something.”
“He was not Finn,” Kurt said. “Go to class okay? I want to think for a bit.” Kurt leaned against the bathroom wall, groaning. He knew Sam better than Finn did. Sam hadn’t confessed little but important things to Finn. Sam hadn’t looked into Finn’s eyes the way that he had looked into Kurt’s. Kurt loved Sam, ex-Manticore employee with good intentions be damned.
Genre: Crossover (Dark Angel) / Drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Kurt.
Summary: Sam Evans, X4-471, decided that Lima, Ohio was a safe, innocent and unassuming place to start a new life. One moment changed that assumption.
The woman looked at Kurt and Finn, and started speaking in slow, calm tones, as if she were speaking to a pair of idiots. Kurt was instantly offended by her, but he tried to listen to what she had to say, because knowing more about Sam was absolutely crucial. He had to know more about the boy who had suddenly become the most important part of his life.
“The X-series were designed by Manticore to be the perfect soldiers and the perfect killers,” she said, her voice taking on the tone of a documentary announcer. “It was a noble cause at first. After all, if genetically altered soldiers could be created to defeat the United State’s enemies, then regular humans would not end up losing their lives for war, families would stop being torn apart and these creatures would live for it, for the war, for the kill. It would be in their second nature, so they would not suffer.”
“They were still born, like humans,” Kurt said, seriously, taking even more offense at the term “regular humans.” Sam had told him that much and he would not let her tell him that Sam was not human. Sam was real and human and the most amazing person he had ever been near. Kurt was absolutely in love with Sam.
“They were born to humans, the surrogate mothers that Manticore paid to give birth to them.” Leslie looked from Kurt to Finn and then sat down, uncomfortably. “They were already heavily infused with various types of DNA by the time they were brought to full term. The X4 series was heavily infused with feline DNA from large cat breeds. Their predecessors, the X5 were created the same but with much less genetic anomaly. I believe the X4s could snap at any time and do what they were meant to - kill.”
“This is stupid,” Kurt said. “You don’t know Sam, lady, we know Sam.”
“What do you mean?” Finn asked. Kurt shot his stepbrother a look. Evidently, Finn was not as trusting of the boy as Kurt was. Still, he supposed that he and Finn should learn everything they possibly could from this woman. Kurt wanted to know everything he could about Sam and where Sam had come from.
The woman opened up her briefcase and pulled out several manila folders. She opened up one and handed the documents inside to Finn. “This report details the assassinations that were carried out by members of the X4 series from 1999 to the present. I also think that you, especially, need to view this.” She looked at Kurt meaningfully and handed him several glossed photographs attached to files. “Look familiar?”
Kurt looked down, holding his breath. Lined in a row, the X4s looked like human children, but like they belonged in a military unit. There was a single file for Sam, X4-471. Kurt didn’t even need to know the number to know that he was looking at Sam. He had the same eyes but they were hardened, instead of the soft, gentle ones that Kurt had fallen in love with. He scanned the file and read data about the X4s height, build and success rates at various missions.
Proficient assassin.
Infiltration and assassination missions.
“This doesn’t bother me,” Kurt said. “Sam killed. You said so yourself that they were programmed to kill. Everyone is going to kill if they’re born told that’s what they do.”
He flipped through the file to find a picture of Sam, bloodied. “Usually X4’s were a little bit cleaner with their kills,” she said softly. “Snapped neck and that was the end of their victim. This one went a little bit further, don’t you think?”
Kurt looked at the young boy in the picture and could not disconnect him from Sam. Blood was smeared across his face, as if it had been wiped with a hand. He looked away from whomever was taking this photograph of him, his face blank, ice cold. It was as though he had no emotion or connection to humanity.
No, even if that was who Sam was, it wasn’t anymore. He had been the one to escape. He had been the one to rise above what he had been trained to be. “I really want you to leave me alone,” he said softly. “You’re at my school, our safe place, this is…not good. I’m sorry if Manticore’s gonna come get you or whatever, but you can’t be here.”
She took the photographs back. “I just wish to help you, because I’ve seen you with that child. I will be moving for my safety, now that Lima has become a city of target. I just figured that I could do one good deed, to make up for a lifetime of bad ones.”
Kurt swallowed and wrapped his arms around himself. He calmed down, breathing slowly. It meant nothing. It meant nothing. It wasn’t Sam. It was Sam but it was a Sam that had disappeared into the night when Sam escaped. It didn’t exist anymore. He didn’t care what this woman was babbling about his genetics. It didn’t matter. There was only one Sam and that was the Sam that he loved.
“Thank you,” Kurt said coldly, grabbing his stepbrother by the arm. “C’mon Finn, we need to get to class.”
Kurt walked back to the classroom briskly, but once he got there he changed his mind and walked into the boy’s bathroom. Finn, of course, followed.
“It’s not true, what she says,” Kurt said, hearing his brother’s footsteps behind him. “I know that Sam isn’t capable of murder, not anymore without the orders behind him. He escaped that place for a reason. He escaped where other’s didn’t, because he rose above what he was supposed to be. I know him.”
“We don’t know him that well,” Finn mumbled. “Are you sure there’s not a reason for us to worry? He might have been made unstable or something.”
“He was not Finn,” Kurt said. “Go to class okay? I want to think for a bit.” Kurt leaned against the bathroom wall, groaning. He knew Sam better than Finn did. Sam hadn’t confessed little but important things to Finn. Sam hadn’t looked into Finn’s eyes the way that he had looked into Kurt’s. Kurt loved Sam, ex-Manticore employee with good intentions be damned.