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"Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck"
 
   LAST EDITED ON Mar-24-12 AT 11:23 PM (EDT)
 
Friday, January 17, 2336
Llanfair Pwllgwyngyll North Secondary School
Llanfairpwllgwyngyll, New Snowdonia

Mairwen Porter stood with her lunch tray in hand and surveyed the cafeteria for a moment, then said, "We ought to sit with the new girl today."

Her best friend and cohort since childhood, Rhian Lewis, nodded. "OK," she said. Rhian tended to be agreeable to most of Mairwen's suggestions, partly because it was easier and partly because she was just generally agreeable under most circumstances. Besides, in this case she did think they should sit with the new girl.

Said new girl had arrived in the fourth form at LP North two Mondays previous, upon the return from the Christmas holidays, and since then she seemed almost to have gone out of her way to make no impression whatsoever. Apart from answering when called on in class - in a quiet, contained voice that went well with the rest of her, and always with the right answer phrased in the most economical way possible - Rhian didn't think she'd spoken to anyone in those two weeks. She had made no friends, not because the other students were shunning her, but because she had made absolutely zero effort to become acquainted with anyone. Clearly, someone else was going to have to make the first move.

It was fitting that that someone should be Mairwen, because until two years before she had been the most shy, retiring girl at Llanfair North, and now she was something of the fourth form's social ambassador. Tall for her age and possessed of a heavy fall of flaming red curls, she stood out in a way that made it impossible for her to blend into the background of any scene she was in. When she'd looked in the mirror one morning not long after her twelfth birthday and realized that this state of affairs had arisen, it had come as a considerable shock after 12 years of small, mousy anonymity. She'd had to decide quickly whether she was going to become known as the angry girl or the friendly one - because she certainly was no longer going to get away with being the shy one.

Luckily for those around her, she'd chosen to become the friendly one, and now she slid her tray onto the mostly vacant table in the caf's back corner, sat down behind it, and said, "Hi! I'm Mairwen. We have maths together, fourth period. This is Rhian."

"Hi!"

"Hello. I am Laura."

"Do you mind if we eat with you?" Mairwen asked.

Laura considered the question for a second, then replied, "No. I do not mind."

And then, the question apparently disposed of to her satisfaction, she went back to eating.

Rhian and Mairwen blinked at her, then at each other, for a moment. What the new girl was doing ought to be breathtakingly rude, but somehow, the way she was doing it, it just wasn't. She was just eating her lunch, with the same neat, economical precision with which she answered questions in class or did geometry on the blackboard when called upon to do so. She'd said she didn't mind if the other two girls stayed and plainly she meant exactly that.

"So!" said Rhian. "I hear you're from out on the Rim."

Laura shook her head. "I am not from the Outer Rim Territories," she said. Then, in answer to Rhian's questioning head-tilt, she elaborated, "I come from the Terminus sector."

"The Terminus!" Mairwen said appreciatively. "That sound exciting."

Laura paused. "I do not know," she said, then added after a moment's reflection, "It was dangerous. Many people consider that exciting."

"How did you end up on New Snowdonia, then?" Mairwen asked.

Dissembling, as a general rule, was not native to Laura Kinney's makeup, but she knew that if she told these two the real story behind her relocation to this planet, it would a) take more than the time available before the next class began and b) probably not be believed; so instead she told them that she had come to live with her uncle after the deaths of her parents - which was, after a fashion, true enough.

"I'm sorry about your parents," Rhian said, with such evident sincerity that Laura actually looked faintly surprised.

"... Thank you," she said after a moment's baffled search for words.

"Who's your uncle?" Mairwen wondered.

"Sir Victor Creed."

Rhian's eyebrows went up. "So you live in that big creepy house out in the middle of the moor?"

"Creedmoor is not creepy," Laura said.

Mairwen grinned. "No, I suppose you wouldn't think so," she said cheerfully.

They talked about other things through most of lunch - Mairwen and Rhian did most of the talking, but Laura played along as best she could, becoming very slowly more comfortable. She knew this was part of the reason why Sir Victor had agreed to send her to school in the first place, and so she put in the effort, and by the meal's end she had been rewarded with a faint, faltering sense that things might work out all right.

Afternoon came, and at this time of year the sky was already red in the west and blue-black in the east when the final bell rang and Llanfair North's students emerged to head home.

"Where's your ride?" Mairwen asked Laura, scanning the ranks of vehicles waiting, with parents or (in the posher students' cases) the employees of parents at the controls, to pick up the students who didn't have their own means of transport.

Laura looked puzzled. "Ride?"

"Well, you don't have a bicycle," Mairwen reasoned, "or you'd have gone to the bike sheds instead of coming straight out here. Don't tell me you're going to walk."

"Why not? It is how I got here this morning."

"Creedmoor's miles from here!" Rhian said. "Do you walk every day?" Laura nodded. "It must take you hours."

"Two point one four, on average," Laura said.

"So by the time you get to the edge of the moor it'll be dark, and you'll still have at least a mile to go."

"I do not mind walking in the dark."

"But... aren't you afraid of the Black Shuck?"

"No. What is that?"

With many dramatic hand gestures, Rhian told the story of the legendary gwyllgi - spectral black hellhound - of the Creedmoor, a creature of such baleful repute as a beast of ill omen that cows went dry and fruit trees withered in its wake. Woe to anyone - but young women especially - who ventured onto the moor at night, it was said, for if the Black Shuck found you in its roamings, you would never be seen again any more.

Rather than scoffing about the quaint local superstitions as any foreigner could reasonably have been expected to do, Laura took the story on board nonjudgmentally, considered it on its merits, and then said that no, her answer would have to stand: she was not afraid of the Black Shuck.

"Well, on your own head be it, then," Rhian said. "See you tomorrow... maybe," she added darkly.

Unconcerned, Laura walked out of town in the dusk. By the time full darkness had fallen she was out of sight of Llanfairpwllgwyngyll's lights, but the moons (one at first quarter, the other a bit past) provided more than enough light for her to find her way along the lonely country lanes that led to the moor and, ultimately, the house. She saw little traffic, only a handful of delivery vehicles, a postal van, and a Gwynedd County Constabulary panda car, before leaving the paved lanes and setting off on the footpath across the moor.

Presently she became aware that she was no longer alone. The soft tread of padded feet and the low rumble of a large animal's breathing had joined her, pacing her parallel to the track. Without pausing, she looked to her right and saw, visible in the moonlight mainly as a patch of darker night, the shape of an enormous dog walking along the tussocky ground just off the path she followed. As she regarded it, so it regarded her, turning baleful eyes of a slightly luminous green upon her.

"Hello," she said quietly.

The dog did not reply; merely gazed at her with its faintly glowing, strangely intelligent eyes. Laura met its gaze for a few seconds, then faced front and continued on her way. The Black Shuck paced her in silence for a few minutes.

"I think I may have made friends today," Laura said at length. "It is... strange. My instinctive reaction was to discourage them for their own safety. In... " She paused, searching for the right way to say what she was thinking. "When I was X-23," she settled on, "anyone who even tried to befriend me would die. Dr. Rice's custom was to make me kill them myself. I would not want that to happen to Mairwen and Rhian." She looked to her right again, making eye contact with the dog. "I do not worry about these things with Victor. Even if Dr. Rice's influence somehow extended beyond his death, I could not kill Victor. I would fail, as I failed to kill Benjamin. But Mairwen and Rhian are... normal people." She hesitated again. "I have never known normal people."

The Black Shuck didn't answer. Laura didn't expect him to. He might be a supernatural beast out of legend (or he might just be a quite large dog with curious habits, though the fact that his eyes glowed argued against that), but she harbored no expectations that he would be a great conversationalist. They walked along in a pleasant silence for ten minutes or so. Then, as one, girl and dog both stopped walking and sniffed thoughtfully at the air, eyes narrowing. They made momentary eye contact again, each aware immediately that the other had noticed the same thing.

Laura abruptly lunged to her left, her claws springing from their sheaths. Her left fist struck something that did not appear, at first, to be there, but which gave a very human cry of pain. With the sputtering, flickering discharge of damaged thermoptic camouflage, the form of a man in commando gear appeared at the end of Laura's left arm, neatly skewered through the right shoulder. Keeping him pinned there, she reached with her right hand and tore off his night-vision goggles, revealing a pair of brown eyes wide with pain and fright.

"Jesus!" he blurted.

"Wrong," Laura replied, withdrawing her left hand and kicking him high in the chest. The blow sent him over backward, crashing into another invisible man whose camo strobed wildly with the impact.

Laura took a half-step backward, feeling the massive shoulder of the Black Shuck against her lower back - he really was, some part of her noted, a colossal dog. He emitted a low, rolling, continual growl as, all around them, the shapes of men and women flickered and emerged from the night. All told, there were twenty-four of them, counting the one she'd already stabbed.

"Weapon X-23," one of them declared, fixing her in the beam of a powerful shoulder lamp. "You are the property of GENOM Corporation. You will come with us at once."

"I will not," she said flatly.

"Oh, you will," the strike team leader replied. "The only question is whether you do so willingly."

To punctuate the implied threat, he energized the neural shock probes built into the backs of both his tactical gauntlets - as did the other members of the team.

Laura considered the situation. These men and women must work for whatever part of the company the heads of the Facility had ultimately answered to. How had they found her so fast? It should have taken at least this long just for word of the Facility's destruction to reach their masters.

That, she realized instantly, wasn't important right now. What was important was that they presumably knew her specifications. That was why they hadn't bothered with anesthetic darts or poison gas. They knew such measures wouldn't have stopped her. Which very strongly implied that they knew what would.

"So what's it going to be, X?" the team leader asked, advancing. "Are we going to do this easy... or hard?"

Laura might have replied - not with a witty comeback, because she didn't have any in her, but possibly with a straight answer followed by a demonstration of what she considered the hard way to entail - but she didn't get the chance. Before she could speak or move, the Black Shuck had let out a terrible, night-rending roar, knocked the man to the ground in a single mighty leap, and torn his throat out. Spurred by this startling turn of events, the rest of them charged.

Something rather like the Black Shuck lived deep within Laura Kinney. She had become aware of it at an early age, though it had taken her much longer to recognize it for what it was. Beneath the calm and quiet affect her years of rigorous martial training had left her with, beneath the muted, often confusing feelings she owed to all the emotional battery she had endured, there was another Laura - a creature of instinct rather than intellect, of fury rather than restraint, her carefully constructed being stripped down to its rawest, most primal essentials.

Thinking-Laura feared this creature, as much as she could be said to fear anything. Partly this was because, in her experience, when it appeared that was a sign that things were going very poorly for her. She caught glimpses of it every time she came out the loser in another confrontation with Kimura, for instance. Rice had possessed some means of summoning it, which had cost (among others) Tanaka-sensei his life. So when it wasn't using her hands to murder people who had been kind to her, its rage was generally directed in an ineffective and pointless fashion against someone it couldn't defeat, neither of which was a trait calculated to endear it to Laura.

Mostly, though, she feared it because she could never feel entirely certain, when it came, that it would go again... and there was the unnerving possibility that it was the real being, and Thinking-Laura just a veneer, a self-aware illusion born of all that hypnopædic training and book-learning.

However, it did have one feature that was supremely redeeming under certain very specific conditions. There was one task at which it had never failed, one for which - underneath all the advanced genetic tinkering that had given rise to Laura in the first place - it had been perfectly fitted by two billion years of evolution.

The creature that lived at the core of Laura's heart was one whose only intention, only goal, only purpose was to survive.


Half a mile away, the leader of Squad Two crouched on a ridge and observed the mayhem through a pair of thermal electrobinoculars. He marveled briefly at the resolution. Here he was 2500 feet out and he could clearly see the arterial spray patterns as they leaped through the air and slowly cooled on the ground. It was really amazing what they were doing with tactical technology these days.

"What is that thing, Sarge?" asked the trooper next to him.

"That's what we're here to retrieve," he said.

"No, not her." The trooper pointed. "The other thing."

"What other - " The sergeant trained his optics where she was pointing, blinked, looked again. "What the crap?" He watched the monstrous creature at work for a few moments, then collapsed the binocs. "The hell with this," he muttered; then he turned to the rest of the squad and said quietly, "Fall back to the safe house. We have to re-think our approach."

The squad gathered their equipment and turned to leave -

- to find themselves confronted by a tall, broad-shouldered man in what looked for all the world like a country squire's working clothes, his thick mane of golden hair flying free in the evening breeze.

"Gentlemen," said Sir Victor Creed.

"Wha - " said one of the troopers.

"Ordinarily," said Sir Victor, "I would give you a chance to walk away from this, but under the circumstances, you'll forgive me if I deem it necessary to ensure that none of you reports back to your masters. I console myself with the knowledge that you knew the risks when you chose to become corporate assassins in the first place. Besides... " He half-smiled, baring one sharply pointed canine tooth, and went on in a tone of dark satisfaction, "... you're trespassing."


Laura came back to herself, heart hammering, panting for breath, to find the landscape all around her scattered with bodies and parts of bodies. Most were Type 33C boomers, the kind used for executive security, not that that had saved them.

Still light-headed, she pulled herself together and surveyed the area with a more rational eye. No threats remained. Slowly, she turned and set out for home. She heard nothing now but the wind, smelled nothing but blood, boomer nutrient fluid, and heather. The Black Shuck, too, had gone, leaving only the evidence of his work behind him.

A quarter-mile on, he appeared again, falling silently into step beside her. They carried on in silence into the night. Just before the turnoff that would take her to the house, the huge dog halted, regarding her solemnly with his glowing eyes but going no further.

"Good night," Laura told him. "Thank you."

The Black Shuck inclined his great head, turned, and disappeared into the night.


At lunch on Monday, her new friends were bursting with the news.

"Did you hear?" Rhian said as soon as she and Mairwen had seated themselves at Laura's corner table. "A bunch of people got killed on the moor last weekend." She pulled up the Evening Standard article on her wrist PDA. "'PC Perkins said she could not comment on the specifics, but others who were at the scene aver that the victims had been mauled by some huge and savage animal,'" she read, then turned wide blue eyes to Laura. "It must have been the Black Shuck!"

Laura nodded. "I would not doubt it," she replied, smiling faintly.

"Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck" - an Exile Mini-Story by Benjamin D. Hutchins
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  RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck The Traitor Mar-23-12 1
     RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck Star Ranger4 Mar-24-12 2
         RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck mdg1 Mar-24-12 3
             RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck The Traitor Mar-24-12 5
                 RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck mdg1 Mar-25-12 6
                     RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck Gryphonadmin Mar-26-12 7
                         RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck The Traitor Mar-28-12 8
                             RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck SneakyPete Mar-29-12 9
                                 RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck dbrandon Mar-30-12 10
                                     RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck mdg1 Mar-30-12 11
                                         RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck ebony14 Apr-02-12 13
                                             RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck The Traitor Apr-02-12 14
                                             RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck Gryphonadmin Apr-02-12 15
                                             RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck BobSchroeck Apr-09-12 16
     RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck Prince Charon Mar-30-12 12
  RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck Offsides Mar-24-12 4
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1. "RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck"
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   Ah, UF. You never cease to amaze in your approach to All Myths Are True (for, as Pratchett said, a given value of true). Hell, I only know about the Black Shuck from West Country tales I got from my mum growing up, but it makes sense for the sheep-botherers to have it too.

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"Yeah, I'm definitely going to hell/But I'll have all the best stories to tell" -- Frank Turner, The Ballad of Me and My Friends

I'm now idly wondering whether or not the Black Shuck'll turn out to be Laura's godfather or some such thing.


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2. "RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck"
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   >I'm now idly wondering whether or not the Black Shuck'll turn
>out to be Laura's godfather or some such thing.

Dunno about that, but clearly it'll be a boon companion during solo forays into the back countries... And at the very least he'll be a good listener for the things she feels she cant tell anyone else.


Of COURSE you wernt expecting it!
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   So long as no one hires a high-functioning sociopath to investigate.

By any chance does Sir Victor have a neighbor named Henry?

Mario


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   Knowing the reference's original intent, I'd be more worried about a mortal enemy name Tom. Hell, they're even both Lords... after a fashion...

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   OK, I have (almost) no idea what you mean...

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7. "RE: Exile: Laura Kinney and the Black Shuck"
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   >OK, I have (almost) no idea what you mean...

I believe she may have confused the Black Shuck, legendary ghost hound of the Creedmoor, with the notorious shapeshifting wizard Sirius Black. Happens all the time.

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   Not confusing, I must assert, merely making the joke (apparently an unclear one) that in a reference-saturated universe such as the one in which UF is set, the Black Shuck actually being Sirius Black would be no more unlikely than Wednesday following Tuesday. It just seems to be that sort of place.

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"Yeah, I'm definitely going to hell/But I'll have all the best stories to tell" -- Frank Turner, The Ballad of Me and My Friends

"Mr. Victor Creed, of Creedmanse on New Snowdon, was proud to say that he was perfectly abnormal, thank you very much."


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   "Wednesday Addams! You stop following Tuesday Weld *this instant*!"


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   "Don't make me call Thursday Next!"


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   She's on a mission with Friday Baldwin.

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   Sadly, they're up agaionst Baron Saturday, so things are likely to get a bit hairy.

Ebony the Black Dragon

(It's like "Monday's Child" for geeks....)


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   What have I done...

What in God's name have I done...

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   >What have I done...
>
>What in God's name have I done...

I cling grimly to the knowledge that they'll run out of days of the week sooner or later.

There's so little traffic around here lately that I hate to tell anyone to knock it off, but Jesus.

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   <hums "Sunday Will Never Be The Same">

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   I know it from being insatiably curious and an avid reader, from quite a young age. This version is more likeable than the ones in the myths I've read, but no less believable, for it.

�They planned their campaigns just as you might make a splendid piece of harness. It looks very well; and answers very well; until it gets broken; and then you are done for. Now I made my campaigns of ropes. If anything went wrong, I tied a knot; and went on.�
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   Aww... she adopted the Hound of the Baskervilles :)

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17. "It has recently come to my attention"
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   that there is a deeply, deeply silly rock 'n roll song about the Black Shuck. Admittedly, the evil one-eyed one of East Anglia, not the inscrutable and possibly benevolent two-eyed one of New Snowdonia, but still. Helluva guitar hook.

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A Vile Gangster
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18. "RE: It has recently come to my attention"
In response to message #17
 
   I knew where that link led before I clicked on it. Permission To Land still gets circulation in my omni-playlist. The Darkness is an acquired taste, but man, they've got talent.

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19. "RE: It has recently come to my attention"
In response to message #18
 
   >The Darkness is an acquired taste, but man, they've got talent.

Mm. I could wish young Mr. Hawkins relied a bit less on his falsetto, but the band behind him is occasionally (as the poet said) powerful enough to turn goat piss into gasoline. :)

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starless
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Nov-13-12, 07:53 AM (EST)
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20. "RE: It has recently come to my attention"
In response to message #19
 
   Their latest LP is middling-to-also-middling, but the cover of Radiohead's "Street Spirit" is phenomenal.


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