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I dwell in possibility...

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Maya insisted they stay for the afterparty meet and greet...the one thing he absolutely wanted to avoid.  The shit with the press and glad-handing, the shit where he’d most likely be bothered by those who thought he’d like to talk about how he’d supposedly killed his brother and saved the world five years ago.  But here he was, doing his best not to be noticed, while Maya gushed to Dazzler about what a big fan she was and how she sang too, but no where near as good.  …At least she was having a great time.

Orson’s eye caught the night’s other performer as she sipped a cocktail while a man spoke to her; the moment he left she stood and headed over.  Orson watched with interest between drags off his cigarette as her eyes set, narrowed in, on him.  She was coming over with a mission.

“You’re Mr Shaw.”

“I’m a Mr Shaw,” he smiled out of his drag.

“No, you’re the Mr Shaw,” she countered as she sat with a smile of her own.  “Mr Orson Shaw.”

“And you’re Siren, the Siren.”

“Izzy Cadence.”  She set her emptied glass down, her refill came immediately.  “You enjoying the night so far?”

“Drinks are good.”

“That’s all?”

“My daughter’s enjoying herself, that’s what’s most important.”

“You’re sweet.”  Izzy took a deep breath to steel herself.  “Can I ask you something?”

“I’m a Scorpio.”

“I’m sorry?”

Orson set his drink down for a refill.  “My sign…that’s what you were going to ask, right?”

She laughed with a shake of her head.  “No…no, I was going to ask how you survived that day…five years ago.”

“You asking or is he?”  His cigarette pointed to the man who’d been speaking to her prior.

Izzy turned to Garrett, then back.  “That’s my manager and I’m asking.”

“Luck.”

“That’s it?”  She didn’t believe him by a long-shot.

“That’s it.”

“…And if my manager was asking?”

Orson smirked.  “I’d tell him to grow some fuckin’ balls and ask me himself. And, after he did that, I’d still tell him to sod off.”

Izzy smiled.  “Glad I’m not him.”

“So am I.”

Holy fuck, I actually wrote something...and then posted it!!  Mind fucking blown, ya’ll!!  Also, obviously, I’m alive and (relatively) well, just been crazy busy with real life shit.  I’ll still be pretty sparse around here, honestly, but at least we know I had enough time to do something, right guys?  RIGHT?!?!  (This is the event discussed by Orson, Wade, and Carey here, by the way.)

(These gifs were found on Google....I think, I’ve had them forever, lol!)

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“They’re coming for you, you know.”  His voice was clear as a bell and appearance as real as any living person...only he wasn’t alive.  Calder had been dead years now, skulking about in the asylum with her like so many others.  Only he stuck around, he helped her understand what she was, what she could do.  Funny that he was less a prick when dead, but then so many were.  “You need to get out of here before they find you.”

Layla looked at his reflection in the mirror.  “You don’t know that, lots of mutants end up here...more obvious, powerful, ones.”

“You can access the dead, their DNA, and become them...Do you have any idea the potential that ability holds?” He asked as he approached.  “They will find a way to use you, Lay.  They will break you apart and put you back together in ways you haven’t dreamed.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“A girl like you shouldn’t fear death.”  His smirk grew as she sighed.  “Do it while it’s still an option, before they have you.”

Layla wanted to argue, tell him to sod off, but her gut said he was right.  She watched the news, she knew people - mutants - were starting to go missing in mass numbers.  Moreover, she knew of two in the hospital that vanished in just the past month.  She took a deep breath as she covered her hands with her sleeves and, with all her force, slammed fists into the mirror, shattering it.  She picked out a large piece of glass and gashed open her arm from wrist to inner elbow.  It should’ve hurt more, she knew that, but it wasn’t the first time she’d done this...not by a long shot.

She lowered herself onto the floor and laid back as blood poured out.  Calder knelt over her, began to fade as Layla felt herself slipping away and him growing stronger, flooding into her veins, bringing her back to life even as he took over her body.  The wound healed, closed Calder’s spirit up inside of her, with her, before she crawled back into a stand on new legs.  With muscled arms holding up men’s hands she looked in the mirror and saw him looking back.  His body, his face, even his eyes.

“Good girl, now relax and let me get us out of here,” he spoke from what was now their body.  Calder headed towards the door, cracked it open, and smirked as another patient passed.  “Ask for a light.”

Layla gasped in her own mind.  “Calder no.”

“Now!” He insisted from within.

“D-Do you have a light?” Her voice shook out from the body and, without looking, the man obliged in taking out a lighter and flicking it. 

...That was all Calder needed, that spark to kickoff his old powers, and the patient and hallway were in flames.  He kept it as a literal firewall of protection while walking them towards the elevator, until he heard people charging in their direction.  They weren’t orderlies or security guards, they weren’t staff at all...they were exactly who he’d warned Layla about.  Both knew it.  With a swift move of his hand the fire roared towards them, allowing them to slip into the elevator and escape before the men had the chance to fire upon them.

Finally grabbed some time to write a bit of my Marvel Universe...yay!  Because this aspect of Layla’s powers is a touch complex I’ll break it down:  If she is receives a mortal wound the dead can enter her body and, though still in there herself, possess her to the extent that their body becomes the primary one...so, after slitting her wrist, Calder was able to enter her and take over as himself (complete with his appearance and a milder form of his powers).  ...Where Calder/Layla end up and who’s after her will be discovered in time, but I will say you’ve met her pursuers already! 😉

(These gifs were found on Google.)

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He’d expected the roosters, horses, even the barbed wire...Logan had not expected the wolves.  Who the hell kept fucking wolves on, or even near, a goddamned farm?  He bolted, just closing the barn door on the snarling beasts as they barked and howled without relent.  He took deep breaths, tried to think of his next move, before he heard someone heading over, calling the wolves to calm.  Logan stood, claws at the ready, when the door reopened on the sunny day.

“Whoa, hey there, buddy.”  He was smaller with a pleasant smile and completely non-confrontational demeanor...a literal White Hat.  No wonder the man kept a pack of wild animals on the property; he was a sitting duck.  “Look, I hate to be that guy, but you are super naked and there's kids on the property so...coffee and pants?”

Logan blinked, pulled in his claws, stunned at the nonchalance of the other.  This couldn’t possibly be a common occurrence, yet the man seemed neither shocked, frightened, nor angry.  Logan wasn’t sure what to make of it as his instincts remained on flight or fight.  

“Don’t worry about the pups, their bark’s worse than their bite.”  Still nothing so he took a deep breath.  “I’m Zach, Zachariah.  This is my farm and you’re safe here...you just need pants.”  This time he threw the pair at Logan, not giving him an option.  “There we go, much better.  They fit?”

“Yeah,” Logan grunted out, his exposure finally registering.  He couldn’t remember what’d happened, he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here...wherever here was.  


“Good.  How about we head outside, get some fresh air.”  It wasn’t so much of an offer as a request bordering on order...for Logan’s agreement Zach offered the coffee once again.  “You have a name?  Something you like to be called?”

The wolves laid peacefully on the ground, watching carefully, but without malice as he sipped from the mug.  “...Logan.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Logan,” Zach smiled.  “Hungry?”

Another new character: Zach and those on his farm are/will be important in this new section and going forward, but you’ll find that out as we go on.  You’ll also find out more about him and the rest in general...I can confirm that the wolves on his farm are Gabe’s (and their pups) though, haha!  Also Zach is played by Jimmi Simpson.

(These gifs were found on Goggle, the second edited slightly by me.)

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There was something both freeing and terrifying about not remembering yourself...but, since he no longer felt fear, it was mostly just freeing for Damon.  Or was it Devan?  Daven?  This memory thing was a bitch; sadly he hadn’t the time to dwell on it.  He had work to do, orders to follow, things to cock up.

The doors rumbled open to reveal a man already seething inside and out.  If looks could kill everything in a hundred mile radius would already be long gone.  But, as it were, nothing was dead...yet.

“You look like a Logan.”  The man let out a beastly growl, but Damon paid no mind as he moved in closer.  “Have they taken your blood?”

“You’d know, bub.”

“Oh, I’m not one of them,” Damon chuckled. 

“Then who the fuck are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.”  He looked the mutant over, took a breath.  “Let’s just go on the presumption that you are, in fact, Logan and they have, in fact, taken your blood and see what happens, shall we?”

Logan’s eyes flicked across the other man’s face, his hands, with unnerving keenness as the headgear preventing his claws from coming out was removed.  A fraction of a moment later the adamantium was buried straight through the others‘s gut.

“Yeah...” Damon sighed.  "That one's on me...your emotional, I get it.”

The mutant stood in brief shock as black oozed around his claws from the other’s body.  “What the fuck are you?”

“Would you prefer an answer or your revenge?” 

Logan hesitated before pulling his claws back. 

“The offices are to your right, but the barracks...”  Damon cleared his throat as his skin pulled itself back together.  “The barracks are to your left.”  He was playing the odds that, in animalistic berserker rage, Logan would go for the kill count over a mere handful of men in suits and some destruction of property.

The creature smiled as Logan proved his assumptions correct and tore off to the left.

This is why Carey, Ash, et al, could never find Logan...he was grabbed up and has been held captive for about 6 years (oh that Logan!).  In fact, let’s just presume he’s the one Garrett was speaking to at the end of my last big section, shall we?  Also, plot twist: That brother of Orson’s you thought was dead?  He’s alive...kinda, haha!  Damon is, in fact, Daven Shaw, but he’s more than a little messed-up and unsure about who/what he is, hence the wrong name usage.  More of his ordeal and what he’s become will be revealed going forward, don’t worry, lol!

(These gifs were found on Goggle!)

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“You can’t look at it like that, Izzy,” Garrett smiled over at her.  “These kids...they have no home, no one to look after them, no purpose in life beyond survival.  We give them that.”

Her frown remained.  “At what price?”

“A very reasonable one, considering.”

“Considering.”

“Considering the alternative of living and dying like a dog in the street.”  He stood, headed over to her.  “Like you almost did, or did you forget that bit?”  His smile made her shiver as he stood over.  “But look at you now...wealthy, famous, powerful, all because of that magical mutation of yours.  We saw it.  I saw it..and your potential.  How amazing you could be.”  His face fell to concern.  “I’d hate to think that my work’s gone unappreciated.”

Izzy’s eyes dropped, she looked away, before his finger crooked under her chin to lift her head once more.  His eyes always seemed so kind, but she knew what he was capable of and that, on some level, he enjoyed it. 

“Has it, Izzy?”

“No.”  She’d gone from street urchin to the world famous singer, Siren, because of Garrett.  Because he’d found her, cared for her, protected her, practically raised her...because he’d done whatever required to ensure she was successful.   For that alone she’d always be grateful to him, always feel like she owed him.

“Good,” his smile returned.  “I’m glad.”  He leaned down, in, and pressed his lips to the corner of hers.  His voice dropped.  “Don’t worry yourself with the details, my little Siren, just show up and do what you do best.”

"Okay,” she whispered back, eyes only looking to him as he straightened up.  “Garrett?”

“Mm?”

“You’re not...mad, are you?”

“Of course not.  I could never be mad at you, Izzy...not really.”

I don’t know what, exactly, this relationship is...but I know it’s not healthy, haha!  Garrett is Garrett Pierce from the epilogue of the last major section.  The new character is Izzy Cadence (Lana Del Rey faceclaim), who is a mutant that also goes by Siren - she’s not “out” about her mutation, but Garrett and those at Alkaline know because she is, technically, part of them.  ...There’s a whole big plot going on, but I’m not spoiling it for you, haha! 😉

(Gifs found on Google.)

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“Let me be very clear with you, I don’t want to do this.  Not to anyone.  But you’re making things impossible for me and I won’t have that.” Garrett wasn’t mad, just irritated; it was quite difficult to collect the dead when they refused to die.  “If you insist of remaining alive then I’ll just take you alive, but I assure you, you’re going to wish you were dead.”  He waited for an answer, only got a groan.  “Fine, have it your way then.”  He signaled to his men to collect the mutant.

Adults were of little interest to them except as a source: biological DNA, experimentation results, children if female.  But better to collect and use than set free.

Garrett made the call, heard the copter in the background as the line picked up.  “No issues, I trust?”

“The mutant won’t die, we’re taking it.”

“That’s fine, always need spare parts.”  Rice walked to the train tracks, looked out over the decimated forest with interest.  Whatever had done this was powerful...remarkably so.  “Make sure you collect whatever else might be left behind, we only get one-shot with these.”

“Of course.”

“And Pierce?”

“Yes?”

“Do try not to kill any civilians this time.”

Pierce only chuckled as the men ended the call, then he sighed.  

Consider this the end/epilogue of the latest main section of my Flawed Design, Marvel fic.  Garrett Pierce (Paul McGann face) is an ancestor of Donald Pierce and I’m not 100% sure where he is, but Rice (Tim Roth face) is where Ash and Psylocke fought Oskar...and, yes, he’s an ancestor of Zander Rice, but I don’t have a first name for him yet, lol!  Next will be some fun little filler pieces and then onto the next big section, which’ll take place about 5-6 years after this one did.

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