Laura had been in this seat plenty of times before, and being the bitch that she normally was meant that she no doubt would be seated here again and again in the future, but she was here another reason today.
“Doc,” Laura gasped, “It’s like I’m a piece of meat running around out there. It isn’t just the boys stalking me either! The girls are following me around like I’m a wounded animal!”
“That is another aspect of this problem that I had for-seen and part of why I am not pleased with Doctor McCoy’s efforts thus far,” Professor X clasped his Hazmat sealed hands in front of him, “When Doctor McCoy first…Changed… he exhibited similar primal tendencies but his highbrow intellect kept them in check, the student body however…”
“Tell me about it, teenager boys are bad enough,” Laura thought of so much unwanted attention that had been aimed at her, “Not teenage kittens…”
“And they shall be my vanguard!” a voice called from outside.
The blast knocked the professor over and knocked him out while it sent Laura flying into the wall!
In the lab, mutant tigress Hope kept her eyes on the beaker of Beast’s hormone extract.
“So this is what made us fur balls,” Hope prodded, “Eh Doc?”
“Yes Hope that is the chemical.”
“So what would happen if say,” Hope picked up the beaker and shook it, “If a normal person would get doused with this?”
“I should think they would have a similar reaction to what the rest of the campus has displayed,” Beast took the beaker from Hope.
“And what would happen to say,” Hope tried to be coy, “Wolverine or his kids?”
Beast shrugged, “Draken or Laura might have minor flares but they most likely would revert back to normal. Logan would most likely just go and find a beer.”
“Why’s that?” Hope asked pouting as her plan seemed to be dashed.
If Laura was immune to the hormone, the Hope would have to find some other way to take her down a notch.
“Well with Logan’s signifigant Healing factor,” Beast smirked, “Only the metal grafts on his skeleton and psychological trauma have stayed with him for any amount of time… He has been able to just shrug off any other ill, almost instantly! And over the years he has been hit with some powerful Viral, Bacterial, Chemical, and Mutagenic weapons… Eureka!”
In the heat of the moment, Beast grabbed Hope by the shoulders and licked her nose!
“Hope! That’s it! If I inject Logan and then extract the response chemical from the injection site that will be a cure for the student body!”
Both cat people in the office fell to the ground as the wave of psychic pain flashed out from the Professor’s office.
“That’s right Doctor,” a voice called, “And because of that I will need to make sure you cannot use them to interfere with my plans!”
A string of gas grenades were shot throw the windows into the school and in the chaos figures in chemical warfare gear broke in and stole the beaker of Beast’s hormones. Dazed and confused, Beast felt flush, he smelled something … something to die for. Hope started screeching and Beast knew what she wanted, his pants and pretense were gone in an instant. Across the school, girls and boys, girls and girls and some boys and boys all started rutting. No one noticed The Evolutionary’s goons grab Logan or Laura in the madness, although some found themselves the recipe ants of the student’s lust.
Logan felt like a pincushion. Laura looked like one. Every time he seemed to get his strength back the goons jabbed another four or five darts into him.
“I’m sure you have been briefed on the terrorist threat that Herbert Wyndham provides,” the white haired man said from the flight deck of the massive helicopter, “I wish to assure you that this nothing personal, I just can’t let you be used to deter my next plan.”