Winds of Change

By Berry's Ambitions

Prologue

A/N: At long last, another multi-chaptered fic. It's mostly just a summer project to amuse myself, but I'm obviously gonna try putting some effort into it. This story was born from an unused concept from the second movie - originally, Private Stump Locke was, in fact, a girl! Naturally, I wondered, 'If Stump remained a girl, how would things have played out?' So there you go. In all honesty, I'm still planning out ideas as I go along (this is not something I often do, for the record) and am totally open to suggestions. It sticks very close to canon in the beginning, but I assure you that this story will stray far from it. This chapter is rather short and actually doesn't involve our leading lady, but I thought it was important to get it out there. I know that a lot of people, myself included, were dissatisfied with things that occured in the movie, and I'll do my best to improve it (particularly the mistakes they made regarding the army).

I swear, it'll get better! Just give a shot and let me know what you think!

DISCLAIMER: I do not The Hills Have Eyes.

WARNING: Coarse language.


He stared off into the distance.

Anyone else would've been awestruck by the lovely sunrise.

Letch found he couldn't care one way or another. To him, the sun was the sun. A huge ball of fire; nothing more, nothing less.

He scowled, turning away. He hadn't come to the surface to admire the supposedly-pretty sky. Letch wasn't like that. He didn't stand around and gawk at things the way Hansel did.

He was here because he was restless.

The hunt had been fun - it always was - but far too short for his liking. He'd wanted to end that hardass-colonel once and for all, but no. Hades wanted to draw it out, the way he always did.

Which resulted in intense boredom on Letch's behalf.

He sighed exasperatedly, kicking a pebble.

"Something the matter?"

Letch didn't even bother looking behind him. "Fuck off, Chameleon."

His insult was ignored, as always. "You seem restless."

"Don't talk like that."

"Talk like what?"

"You know damn well what I mean." If there was one thing that irritated Letch, it was Chameleon's inflated vocabulary.

There was a pause. Letch glanced over his shoulder, only to make sure his brother was still there and nothing else. To his dismay, the other cave dweller was leaning against the wall, staring at him intently. Great. "The hell you want?"

"Some fresh air." Chameleon's tone was cool. Indifferent. "And I don't plan on leaving until you tell me why you're here."

Letch snorted and turned around again. A long period of silence passed, and then:

"I just need some action, alright? Some real action. I'm sick of the same old shit every time." It was a rare feat, Letch opening up like this. If Chameleon expected him to make a habit of it then he had another thing coming.

Another pause, although this one was much shorter. Had he caught Chameleon off-guard? That was a pleasing concept. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Letch gave him a meaningful look, and then it clicked. "Girls," Chameleon murmured. He made a face then, one of scorn. "Good luck with that. Even if there are girls, it's not like Hades is gonna share."

"He only needs one." Letch glared into the distance. "Besides, it ain't only about girls."

Chameleon took a few steps closer. "Then what is it about?"

Letch crossed his arms, avoiding his brother's questioning eyes as he did.

For once, he wished he had an answer.

"If it matters..." Chameleon's voice wasn't quite gentle, exactly, but it had lost that annoying smugness from earlier. "The hunt isn't quite over yet."

This caught Letch's attention.

"You do realize that people will come looking for these scientists, don't you?"

No. He actually hadn't considered that.

"And then there's the colonel to consider," Chameleon went on. "He's important. People will notice he's missing, and they'll come looking for him too."

Letch nodded slowly.

"This might be not exactly what you wanted, but it'll at least keep us all occupied for a while." Chameleon sounded matter-of-fact. "If I were you, I'd start preparing."

The older mutant disappeared back into the mines.

Letch stared after him for a few heartbeats longer before gazing at the sky again.

Suddenly, it seemed as if dawn had never been brighter.


A/N: I doubt this will get much attention, as these characters are pretty much ignored, but either way I'd love you guys to share your thoughts on this.

And for the record: Civil is far from dead, but it is on the backburner for the time being. Give it time. You have my word that I have not abandoned the Abducted saga. I've been going through a bit of stress and am using this story as a way to escape.