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Fuzzy. Everything was so fuzzy. Jason was fighting off the drugs the only way he knew how: Pressure points. Yes. He was well endowed with the knowledge of using pressure points and what their effects are. The one he was pressing was on his knee. So it looked like he was KO, but he wasn't. Just barely awake. He saw the officer run past him and into the living room. He went upstairs. The idiot. Jason crawled out onto the front porch, and into the small garden he had in a big planter by the walkway. He felt over some plants until he felt a prick and started bleeding. He had found it. A type of thistle that cured dizziness and nausea. Jason thought he had used it all up two weeks ago in a spinning contest for $100. But it grew back apparently.

Jason grabbed it, despite the pain, and put it into his mouth. He chewed, tasting the milky juices the plant secreted along with blood. He swallowed the pulp, and waited a few minutes for it to take effect.

Jason counted to 10, and tried to get up. Still sleepy, but standing, Jason saw some rosemary. He chewed on that too, to relieve himself of the fatigue. Jason was a determined person. He didn't allow cheating, and weapons were cheating. But now, Jason was the one who would use a weapon. His best friend was now in danger.

Jason ran/hopped into the side shed, and grabbed a hoe. No, he wasn't that mad...yet. He pulled off the head, and put on some fingerless grippy gloves. He ran back into the house, the herbs taking full effect now. He ran into the house, and a hand pulled him into a hall closet. It was Argon, scared to death.

"Please don't let them take me! They'll do more tests on me and I--"

"I won't, don't worry. But we will have to work together on this. One is down, and the other one is looking upstairs for you. The one that's sleeping like a baby has the car keys. We just need to get you into that car, and I'll take care of the idiot upstairs."

They got out of the closet, and parted. Argon, well, I guess you could say mugged...but yeah. He got the car keys, and ran outside. Jason, knowing that he was safe inside the car, slowly started to walk up the stairs, after the goon who had tried to knock him out with drugs. Jason didn't do drugs. He had a reputation to restore, making this personal.

Jason reached the top of the landing. He stayed still for a few moments, just listening. Then, from his own room to the left, he heard some cluttering. He snuck down the hallway until he was at his door. Each step was ant agonizingly loud to Jason, but unbearable for the man in his room.

Jason crept up like a ninja. The man was looking through Jason's desk drawers, flinging papers and documents everywhere. There was also his computer on the bed, a full-screen virus was deleting everything on his hard drive. He looked back to the man again. He was very tall and had a medium build. You know, broad shoulders, slightly beefy arms, not so long of a neck. He continued to creep up to the man until he was a foot or two away from the man. "Hey."

The man spun around, surprised to see Jason. "But....I thought I...."

"Tranquilized me? Well, you did. But you forgot my ego, reputation, friend, and my--"

"Friend? You consider that, thing, your friend? Even after knowing full well what it is?"

"Duh. And IT has a name. Argon." As he finished this sentence, he started to twirl the staff in a double dragon twirl. Three twirls to the left side of him, then two in front, three to the right, and so on. This scared the man, and he fumbled for his tazer, now reloaded and charged. Jason brought the piece of wood down on the man's head before the guy even got a grip on his weapon. Out like a light.

"Sheesh. People these days. I swear, they get stupider and stupider in hand to hand every day."

Jason went over to his closet, and pulled out a small back-pack. He slung it over his shoulders, and ran back downstairs into the kitchen. He looked in all the drawers, from the left side of the room to the right, trying to find a pad of paper and a pencil. He finally found what he was looking for, and pulled out a pad of yellow sticky notes and a ballpoint pen.

Dear mom,

I know that you must be worried, with me missing and the house messy and all. There might still be some FBI agents there too. Who knows? Anyways, Me and Argon stole their car and are going to get to the bottom of this.

~signed,

Jason, your son

Jason was putting it on the fridge, when he heard Argon scream....or would it be yowl? He didn't know anymore. Jason hurried out of the kitchen, through the living room, and out onto the front porch. There were two more guys, one holding Argon, and one pulling out the thistle and rosemary.

"Oh come on, Jason. You didn't think we would come unprepared for a little rebellious freak like you?" The man pulling out his herbs said, and turned to face him. three long scars, fairly new too, were on his face and neck. "Yes, that's right. It's me. Hello, you little runner, you. We have Argon now, and there is nothing you can do about it. We are going to tranq you, then drive away. And you wont have any shit like this," He said, holding up the thistle, "to help you."

All the while Jason had been backing away, and towards the shed. He still had his staff in hand, but it was useless long-range. The guy was still droning on about how he was gonna win and keep Argon. Jason soon tired of hearing this idiot blabber, so he made a break for it.

"Get him! Before he gets to cover!" A dart went whizzing passed his ear, and into the tree by the door. Another clipped his shirt. He reached the door, and tried the doors. They were still unlocked from a little while ago. But they were slightly rust on the hinges. Jason struggled with the doors for a second or two, trying to pull them open enough for him to get through. With a jerk, the doors slid open with the sound of rusting metal to accompany them. and rushed in. In a state of panic, he grabbed some plywood, and put it up against the door. Jason turned around.

This was his arsenal. His missile silo. He had everything you needed to fend off idiots. He Didn't know why he had this stuff, but Jason had it anyway. Now, he was just happy he didn't have a garage sale last weekend. The shed was fairly small, yet had lots of wall space. Well, not any more. Two vests, hard leather, and three bows covered one side. To the left, there was lots of arrows. Some for distance, hunting, targeting, and scopes and the such. To the right, there was a BB gun, air soft bullets, and, of course, his own invention of a tack-roll. Just some chicken wire, cut and folded in a design that made it easy to place, but could pop a tire easily. The ceiling had one garment hanging from it, Jason's most prized possession of them all.

Jason had gotten it at a renaissance fair a year or two back. His mother didn't like him getting it too much, but she knew he was careful, and got it for him anyways. It was just over $700 too. It was in two parts. One was just a scabbard. Blue leather inlayed with fool's gold, and it was embroidered with the image of a dragon on it's hind legs, wings outspread, blowing flames towards the opening. The scabbard had also come with a polisher and some leather protecting gel, but that was if it was just for show.

He reached up, and couldn't grab it. He was pissed off again. He turned around and grabbed the stepping ladder. He opened it, and climbed up onto the third step, and looked up. There, above him and next to the scabbard, was his glory. The hilt was very sturdy, and made of iron. It had a twisted design on it, that started from the bulbous end of the hilt, which had a small quarts crystal inlayed. It was of no money value, but symbolized power. The hilt met the blade, and made a fountain-like splash of metal, to protect the user's arm and hand. It looked like dragon wings, to mach the scabbard. It's blade was around four feet long. Not the longest when you look and two-handed swords or claymores, but longer than a short-sword, and the was fine too. All together it weighed in at around twenty pounds.

He reached up and grabbed the sword and scabbard off of the ceiling. If more FBI idiots came and searched in here, they would take this, and that was nothing that Jason wanted. He used the belt attached to the scabbard as a vesty type thing, hooking it around his shoulders. He then put the sword, he had dubbed it flame, in the scabbard on his back. He then turned around to look at his arsenal. He reached up, and grabbed a vest and put it on. Then, he grabbed a quiver full of twenty-five arrows. They were sturdy wooden arrows that Jason had made himself in a camping thing he went to over two summers ago. The arrows were easy to make, just a branch/log, and a rock, and a dead goose/owl. He then looked back up to the wall. Outside, he could hear the men trying to open the doors. They had Argon locked up in the car by the sounds of a car rocking on it's wheels. Jason focused back on the wall. He saw his favorite bow, a standard re-curve bow, five feet tall, with a forty-pound pull weight.

He slung the quiver over his other shoulder, and placed the bow on his foot to string it. That only took two moments of struggling, until it popped into place. Jason was now almost ready for battle. Not that he planned on killing, but mainly just maiming. He did a quick check of tightness, and looked back to the wall. Only two things left to get. He placed the roll of chicken wire in his back-pack. Then, he lifted up the BB gun off of the wall. He only took one bullet from the whole box of ammo, and loaded it.

He slowly put it to his shoulder, and started aiming for the voices outside. "If you don't want to get hurt, I suggest you move!" Jason yelled, and fired the small round ball of metal at the metal door. It stuck in an indent that it had made in the wall. The jabbering stopped for a few seconds. Jason took this time to set his gun down, and open the doors to the shed.

Then, a few things happened at once. Argon pounced at the side of the door, tipping the car over. The cops had their tranq's trained on the door, and now Jason. Jason had his bow cocked, and aimed at one for the officers. When the car flipped, both officers looked back. That was their mistake. Jason fired at the one without the scars. He dropped to the ground with an arrow sticking out of his leg. The other FBI looked around, just as Jason swung the bow at the agent's head. The agent fired just as the bow connected with his head. Up went the darts, and into the tree.

With both of the officers down, Jason had only one thing to worry about. Argon in the car. Jason started to run towards the car, slinging the bow over his shoulder once again. He reached the car and looked into it from the side window that was now facing skyward. Argon was in there, scared but awake and alright.

Jason yanked open the car door, and helped Argon get out. It was a good thing it was about eight or so in the morning, or the neighbors would hear the ruckus.

"Are you ok?" they both said at once.

"I'm fine, but what happened in the car?"

"Well, I tipped it over. What happened outside?"

"How did y...never mind. Well, they turned to look at the car, and I hit one guy in the leg and hit the other in the head. The one I got in the leg hit his head on a rock and is now out cold. Same for the other dude. Now, lets--"

Jason was interrupted by a big hug from Argon, so great that Jason was getting squeezed so much that his back cracked and popped in a few places. He reached around and hugged Argon back. Some thing sparked inside of Jason. He didn't know what it was, but it was there. Little did he know, the same had happened to Argon.

They stopped embracing eat other, only to look into each other's eyes for a split second.

"Hey! I need to get you some stuff." Jason said, breaking the eye contact. "You should really learn some stuff from me before we depart."

"Depart? Where are we going?"

"I don't know. Away from here, maybe go back to your birthplace and see if we can't rescue some of the other genetic mutants if there are any others." Jason started to walk around the back of his house. Argon followed. They walked down a gravel path that was shrouded by a canopy of morning glories, moon flowers, and other sorts of crawler plants. The tunnel came to an end, and gave way to a beautiful garden.

There wasn't much there, except some trees and shrubs. Just like an average garden. There was something strange about I though. It seemed to Argon that this was too quiet of a place for his friend and savior Jason. He was soon proved right. Jason led him through the yard and over to the fence. It looked like the wood was thick and regular, but one of the boards was made of plastic, and could be opened by the use of a key.

"This is where the emergency numbers are stored and stuff like that. We will only need one of them. The guy is a friend of mine. He specializes in the mechanical field, and can hack us into your little laboratory."

Jason stuffed the card into his pocket and closed the box. "ok, now lets get you packed before any of the goons wake up and call for back-up."

They ran inside and up the stairs. Jason had a little difficulty carrying his sword and bow, but he wasn't gonna leave them behind in the shed. He headed into his room with Argon close behind. He opened the secret storage space in his closet and placed his sword there for safe keeping.

"Aren't you taking that with you? You know, for protection?" Argon inquired.

"Hell no! that thing weighs way too much to carry on a trek like this, and I only want it where it can't be stolen when I'm gone. that's the only reason I took it. But the bow will come in handy I think."

Jason closed the door and grabbed another backpack for Argon to use. He put in two of his own shirts, two pairs of pants, one short one long, a pair of socks, and two pairs of boxers. Then, he just started to put in some first-aid things and other misc. items that could come in handy. Matches, magnesium, a flare, a pocket knife, etc.

He finished packing for Argon, and tossed it to the panther. "Don't loose that stuff. We need it."

"Don't I get a bow or something to fight with?"

"A: look at your hands, and B: you can't shoot a bow."

Argon looked at his hands and an expression came across his face that could only be described as utter surprise that he had forgotten those two things. Claws, agility, speed as weapons, and he didn't know how to hold a bow, let alone use one.

They walked down the stairs and out the front door, casually stepping over the agents as if they were stains on the rug. The journey had begun.

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"This is a code green. I repeat. Code Green. The specimen and co. have eluded us and have left the premises. We speculate they are headed for a safe haven and to find and release the other creatures. Send out 56-78632 to hunt them down.......yes......him. I want the best trained at this. If they aren't found alive, then so be it, I just don't want them ruining what we have in plan! Now good day, and if 56-78632 doesn't do what he has been assigned, tell him I'll personally cut off his ears with a spoon. Got it! Good!"

The agent got up, and scratched the scars on his neck. 56-78523 will not elude his grasps again. Not alive, at least. He held a wicked grin on his face. This was going to be a very interesting chase.

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DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORY SERIES. It's brand new and exciting, just like this one is. Just a little different layout in the beginning, and it will also change POV either every chapter or every-other chapter, depending on what is needed. Thanks again for reading, and if you have any questions or comments or complaints orprivate messages or suggestions or....well...you get the point, e-mail me at [email protected] Please, I would love to hear from you. Thanks again!

~Millennius