Damsels in Distress (gov't holding cells... somewhere in NY)
Mareesa awoke with a headache so insistent she could only remember one that had been like it - or worse. It hadn't been her proudest moment, just like this time. There seemed to be a pattern there, and her dazed mind tried to trace it for a moment before she managed to shake off the stupor and open her eyes. Turquoise orbs did their best to take in her surroundings while her brain searchingly flipped through the last few pages of her memory to find some information on the where and why of her current situation. Both reported back having found nothing but impenetrable darkness covering vague shapes that were the only reason why she didn't think herself to be blind and amnesiac.
There had been a fight. What about, where and when, she couldn't quite recall, but she had obviously lost it. Well, that was better than nothing at least. It was a start and once she could think straight again, the Drama Queen had no doubt she would be able to remember the rest of the story as well. Until then, she could just as well try to find out a bit about the present.
Standing up was a challenge. Her legs didn't seem all that keen on carrying her, but after some time spent first sitting, then kneeling and finally standing, not moving at all for a several seconds at every step, she eventually found herself erect and a tiny bit more confident that she would manage to explore a part of this place without her knees buckling at every other step.
Moving in nigh absolute blackness is rarely an assuring experience, and even for someone as overly self-confident as Mareesa Williams it was not. It also didn't yield a whole lot of information, except that this place had walls and a very few hard objects that could mostly be found near them. That wasn't overly helpful but better than nothing - even though by not a lot.
Now there wasn't a whole lot left to do, save for two things. "Hello? Who's in charge here, I want to have a word with them!" she shouted demandingly, keeping whatever worries she might have had entirely out of her voice. Then she sat down again, leaning against a wall, and waited. And tried to remember. What was it again that had happened?
The most convincing Lie is one You believe Yourself.
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Movement was difficult, the men on either side were more carrying their captive though her legs attempted to help carry her way, they weren’t exactly the most friendly or careful of helpers, more dragging her at times when the girls legs buckled beneath. Two days in here, and the blonde captive had bruises up and down her arms and legs where she kept getting tied or pinned down, gripped or manhandled one way or the other. Ironic, really, the girl thought… all the things that she had done which would have led to trouble if caught and instead it seemed it had only been ‘in the wrong place, wrong time’ kind of thing. If this sort of occurrence was common or not, the mutant named Niki wasn’t sure, it wasn’t like she grew up with easy access to the news or radio, relatively shut off from things meant that this was all unexpected and confusing. Even Niki’s mother had shown dislike and discomfort from the people who liked to call themselves ‘normal’, and the things the girl had witnessed growing up at times just confirmed thus far that people were jerks more often then not.
A large door was unlocked, the sounds registering even though Niki’s eyes were closed, her arm had needle marks, just a few but fresh, focus was lucid and time itself seemed erratic as consciousness slipped here and there. The elevators and hallways made it difficult for Niki to figure out what level they were, if they were up or down or somewhere inbetween, it all looked the same to her when she was awake enough to focus. There was one area, the one where groups of mutants were taken at a time, always bright, always cold and empty. Each mutant had a cell to themselves, and the room was circular so each captive could both see and hear any others, though it was rare to be left on their own during the ‘processing’. Niki had been there the first day she came, but she was so far off the radar now, that they were having to search entire databases to find anything that was years old. They would ask for names, dates of birth, and then demand to know what each mutant was up to… from what Niki could tell, there had been some sort of attack Sunday night, the same time they had capture her, perhaps just before the incident even took place… trust her to be wandering around a war zone. They had spotted her while Niki had been too absorbed in tailing a new target for haunting, she didn’t even recall much between something jabbing her in the back and waking up secured to a hard bed undergoing inspection.
At this point, Niki new it was Tuesday morning, two clues gave her that, one being a comment on someone asking for another’s ‘today’s newspaper’, which had been sitting relatively neatly folded on a desk and she managed to catch the date, and secondly, the clock in the same lab room was a twenty four hour one, it was just after 7am at the time. They drugs administrated to people seemed a rather heavy dose, the only way most woke up within the day was because the lab forced them to wake, and otherwise some had still been sleeping all of yesterday. It made sense, Niki figured if they were housing mutants, even someone as antisocial as her knew that powers were wide and unpredictable; it was too much of a risk for these people otherwise.
With a few pushes of a number pad, a code was entered and a soft hiss of another door gaze way, this was the end of the line, the room she’d been in stored in, another girl had been there with her, so heavily drugged that even when nudged the other blonde hadn’t moved. The light system worked only during daylight hours from what Niki could tell, or at least, there were periods it was on, and periods it were off. At the moment, it seemed to have been offer, because the dim light of the hallways did little for her to see inside. Though with a yelling further down the hall, from another one of the guards, the lights began to flicker back on, as always, bright, hurtful to the eyes at first, and so again Niki’s were shut tightly.
"Lights on, all mutants to the Processing room in thirty minutes," Were the words, the thin girl however was shoved through the doorway and released from their hold, so the sudden need of strength in her legs wasn’t able to be reacted to quick enough, leaving the pale skinned mutant to stumble and sink to her knees. The door shut swiftly behind her, hands pressed firmly to the ground as Niki breathed softly. There was an odd scent to the young beauty when close to her, that of dried blood, though she looked worn and tired, long hair unwashed, arms brushed from the tight grips of the men who moved her about constantly. The youthful face lifted after a moment’s breath, blood red eyes seemed to burn eerily amongst the pale white features of the girl, her gaze steady and penetrating. Eyes that had been judge, trial and executioner all at once, a sense of control lost in the madness that haunted them, and most found the girls absent minded stares rather uncomfortable, eerie or unnerving, though as Niki smiled, her soft little courteous curves at each corner of the pale lips, one could guess a few would probably have found that even more unnerving.
"Welcome to Tuesday morning," The girl said softly, leaning back on her folded legs and a brushing her hair back from her face with pale hands, chipped black nail polish marred the girls nail, providing a stark contrast to the tone of the mutants skin. It was hunger that stopped Niki saying anything else, a marked arm pressing against her stomach as it churned in protest, there was a rule here where if you behaved then you were treated half decently, if you didn’t then you were punished. Unfortunately one of the forms of ‘behaving’ involved revealing personal details, and Niki refused to talk to them, her words were limited, and her disapproval towards them clear.
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Whether nobody had heard her or - more likely - nobody cared about her demands, Mareesa didn't know. What she did know was that her stomach had fully woken up after an indefinite amount of time and had been nagging her to fill it ever since. Without a watch or windows, there was no way of telling what time of day it was or how long she had been awake already. People like to think they have something like an inner clock, letting them know more or less exactly how much five minutes are and when they should go to bed, but in truth it's usually rather a combination of subconsciously noticed things and quick glances at the ever-present time displays of modern society.
She was missing her wristwatch. And her mobile. And her jewellery, come to think of it. Especially the latter was a strange detail that kept her busy for a bit, until she realised that if you were just paranoid enough, the medium-sized silver cross would look like a perfect weapon for the desperate. A finger absent-mindedly traced the imaginary line which had been covered by her necklace, when all of a sudden a stinging pain caused a sharp intake of breath, followed by a hissed curse. It seemed like there was a wound on the side of her neck. The only thing she could be certain of was that it neither bled nor wept, which was at least something. The question what had happened there, however, was just another one to be added to an ever-growing list.
Muffled by what she could only assume was an almost soundproof wall, the Drama Queen could hear footsteps outside, which she probably only paid any attention to at all because they were coming closer... and then stopped. "Finally..." she muttered and got up. The lance of light piercing the pitch-black darkness of her prison was already blinding enough for her to quickly cover her eyes, but when the room's own lights were turned on, it was almost too much.
It took several moments until Mareesa's eyes had adjusted to the lighting enough that she could squint through her fingers to find out what was going on. Instinctively, she had taken a few steps backwards, away from whoever was entering, not a deer in the headlights but not exactly a roaring lioness either. Slowly, she took the hands away from her eyes, blinking a little more often than usual but otherwise back to being in full control. Well, as much as her current position allowed anyway. Not that the guards, if that was what they were, paid any attention to her other than making sure she was not attempting to run past them. It would have frustrated her, had she been trying anything, which she was not.
Soon enough, the door was closed again, but not without someone shouting something that certainly had a rather threatening ring to it. Maybe the girl they had brought in would know something. The showgirl eyed Niki with obvious curiosity, taking in her partly unusual appearance and suppressing a slight shudder that she could not quite explain. *It's just red eyes and a lack of tan... you've seen worse... you've watched Queen of the Damned,* she told herself, but still...
Then the girl stirred and spoke, and suddenly she seemed perfectly ordinary. To someone who was used to the sight of mutants anyway. "Welcome to Tuesday morning." Well, at least there was some useful information to be found in those words. Tuesday... something told her that her last memory was from Sunday, which meant she had lost more than a day of her life just because someone thought it funny to... yes... to do what exactly?
"Oh damn, I missed my laundry day!" Mareesa replied with mock desperation while in contrast calmly sitting back down on the floor, leaning against the wall as she had before. A small, disapproving frown came and went as she noticed Niki's fingernails, but didn't comment. Maybe it wasn't the girl's fault - buying cheap products or applying them amateurishly - that she looked like a gothic train wreck to the superficial showgirl. "So... processing room? Will we find out how they make Fizzy Bees*?" Despite her seemingly careless words, the Drama Queen had quite an uneasy feeling in her stomach. But hell would freeze over sooner than she would let that show.
* ((Let's assume that's a really popular brand of sweets. XD ))
The most convincing Lie is one You believe Yourself.
Re: Damsels in Distress (gov't holding cells... somewhere in"Oh damn, I missed my laundry day!" Humour, it was an odd concept to Niki at times, not that the girl didn’t grasp the reasons behind it, or struggled to figure out the meaning, at least not terribly. Usually Niki found herself wondering over certain phrases, their meanings and origins and what the words truly meant. Because to someone who hadn’t really heard it a lot, she seemed able to pick up how odd some of them sounded. Laundry day, Niki barely had the chances to wash her clothes, but learned at a younger age that if she didn’t present herself cleanly, then it was even more difficult to ‘blend in’. Which meant if washing her clothes wasn’t an option, she’d just toss them and wait for night to break into a store and grab some fresh ones. Wasn’t always the simplest of notions, too big a store and security would be alerted, which meant there was no luxury in finding things she would enjoy, too small and the shops usually didn’t have anything that the girl appealed to.
"So... processing room? Will we find out how they make Fizzy Bees?" It was a treat Niki vaguely knew, her mother liked sweets and so sometimes, when Niki’s father had slept, Jessica was sober enough to think about giving her daughter some sort of treat. Usually Jess was so out of it the thought didn’t occur and when it had come to family, Niki knew well enough never to take what wasn’t hers. This red eyed mutant seen what her father had done to his wife when Jessica had used something Tom had considered his!
In the end, after picturing a rather large display of Fizzy Bees in her mind, with the colourful garden back drop and the odd animated bee character posed cheerfully, Niki assessed that this other mutant seemed to be the kind preferring to joke her way through negative situations. Somehow it made the urge to declare ‘I’m hungry’ all the more difficult, whining in general and opening up seemed pointless, complaints weren’t going to make much difference anyway.
"Bees," The whisper seemed disorientated, glassy eyes struggled for focus, fingers slowly reaching for the now pale lips of the mutant, pressing her finger tips gently over them as she added softly, "tingle the lips," Obviously it was as if her mind focused only on trying to recall the sweet previously mentioned, the drugs seeming to made thoughts difficult for her… memories slipped away so easily, and one thing came, strong and clear… the thought… was this how her mother felt? The reasons she took the drugs has had, in order to feel this confused disorientation as their effects made normal thought almost impossible. Moving fingers away from lips, Niki balled it into a fist and pressed it firmly again her forehead, releasing a strained breath as the mutant seemed to force her mind into focus. "Processing," The young woman repeated, placing both hands now lightly clenched to rest on her thighs as she kneeled down, "They… want to know, names… ages… abilities," Small breaths were given a chance to replace the air in her lungs before continuing, "They do tests… they take the one who speak away, they will ask for plans… when sick, they take them to the bright room with beds… there was a girl, her skin green… she came with you, up there on a bed… so angry, but so weak," Arms wrapped now about her stomach, a low grumble crying out in protest of the lack of food,
"You get food when you answer them in Processing," Otherwise you were lucky to get stale scraps, the facility didn’t want any deaths, but they also wanted answers. Who were these criminal mutants, sure they had files on some, knew a lot about Mystique and Sabretooth and all the older faces that they had had years of research to help them. But the new faces, there wasn’t enough time to learn it all, not with the rise in mutant cults out to terrorize and endanger the world. "But you get taken away… tested… the green one told us not to say anything, she said people would come, they would regret taking mutants…" It seemed despite Niki’s efforts her words had started to slightly slur, only enough to show just how exhausted or drained the drugs appeared to make her. With heavy eyelids and slowly drooping body as it started to lean forward, it seemed that there was little chance the platinum blonde youth would manage to stay awake for a whole half hour in order to be involved in this ‘processing’.
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People around him died. Consciously or unconsciously, that was something Sebastian had learned to live with. But this…This had been different. Deadly diseases. Overdoses! Car accidents! Muggers! Violent spouses of whatever gender. All of these and more the heir to the Fitzgerald Empire had one way or another taken in his stride. But what he had seen at the brotherhoods headquarters… that had been something else
Ok it was true that he had gone there ready to make some kind of life changing decision. After all when his taxi had drawn up in that particularly noxious area of New York in the middle of the night Sebastian hadn’t exactly expected things to be smooth sailing! Still he hadn’t been prepared to find himself in the middle of a battleground either.
Never the less that was what had happened! Not that he had been stupid enough to draw up precisely outside the Brotherhood’s doors. No he had asked the taxi to drop him off at a discrete distance and then made his way carefully to the dilapidated building that apparently served this particular band of mutant dissidents or whatever they wanted to call themselves, as a base. It had been less than impressive he had to admit, certainly not the kind of place that made you think the people inhabiting it were ready to take the world by storm.
He had expected something else. Seedy no doubt, given the zip code but with a sense of style at least. A gangster’s lair with sinister overtones and an undercurrent of danger! Not a slum with peeling paint and a door that looked as if it might fall of its hinges at any second. It had made him hesitate, something he rarely did once he had decided on a course of action. It had in fact kept him hovering on the doorstep for exactly the wrong amount of time, though he hadn’t known that at the time.
Still finally he had raised his hand and knocked, committing himself to giving this new life at least a try. The youth who answered his demand for entry was about his age and height but after that the resemblance ended. Certainly green skin was something of a challange to carry off with flair but he could have made an effort! Oh yes, style had officially left the building if this example of its residents was anything to go by. The entropic mutant had glanced at him condescendingly and dismissed him out of hand. “My name is Sebastian Fitzgerald II” he had announced smoothly before adding with a sardonic smile “Take me to your leader”.
It was a classic line delivered with impeccable timing, as befitted such a memorable moment in his life. What a shame then that the entire ‘mise en scene’ was spoiled by the sound of running feet and the unmistakable click of guns being armed! Sebastian and the unknown youth both looked in alarm at the men charging towards them before in a sudden upsurge of solidarity slamming the door in their faces. Not that it had stopped them for long. Only enough time for the brotherhood mutant to yell ‘Mystique’ and for all hell to break loose.
Sebastian had encountered violence before in his short life. Parties that had got out of hand! Jealous boyfriends who should have known better than to leave their girlfriends anywhere near him. He had thrown punches and taken them too, but he was far from being a fighter. Still then and there he had fought or tried to at least. Not like the others though. A gun butt to the head had quickly dropped him to his knees, blurring his vision though not enough to stop him from seeing what was going on around him. It was something he suspected he would see in his dreams for a long time to come.
They had tried so hard, this band of mutants he had almost dismissed as losers. They would have won too, he was sure of it. If their attackers hadn’t kept sending troops into the fray regardless of how many fell. If they hadn’t had a means to turn off the powers that were the only thing standing between the brotherhood and destruction! He had learned that the hard way when they had forced the needle into his neck. Still against even these odds they had fought. Mystique had been a force of nature. How many she took down he didn’t know. Enough for some of the mutants to make their escape at least! Not enough however to prevent casualties.
There would be no other shared moment with the boy who had let him in. He had died saving a girl from being taken, his courage leaving Sebastian stunned and weeping for the loss of something that could perhaps have been and now never would be. And the worst thing was that maybe it was his fault. Had he come here on this terrible night because this was going to happen? Or had he instead trailed death here on his coattails? He didn’t know. He never knew. But people died all the same.
He had almost seen it as a blessing when they injected yet another drug into him and thrown him into the back of the van with all the others. That had been then though! However when he had awoken in the dark foul smelling cell, his survival instinct had kicked in with a vengeance. After all he wasn’t someone you just did as you pleased with. He had a name and a fortune to back it up. And he fully intended to use both to get out of this cesspit he had somehow fallen into.
So he hadn’t thrown a tantrum or beaten his head against the wall. He had simply waited for someone to open the damned door, even if his increasingly hungry stomach had told him that it had been days rather than hours until they finally did so. Still when they had pushed some food his way Sebastian seized the opportunity and said as calmly as he could “You obviously have no idea who I am. But you would be well advised to find out now, before this goes any further.”
Something.. his tone of voice… the Rolex that had been on his wrist when they brought him in, or perhaps the black credit card he had carried with his name emblazoned on it made them take him seriously enough to be escorted in handcuffs to a small interrogation room where someone looking more like a mercenary than a civil servant was waiting for him.
“Sooo” the man said with a smile that Sebastian couldn’t help thinking didn’t bode well for him. “The Fitzgerald’s heir is a mutant. Tut Tut.. now that is naughty..Does daddy know?”
“Why don’t you phone him and find out” Sebastian shot back at him with every ounce of arrogance he could muster which, given his years of practice in the matter, was a lot. He only hoped it was enough to cover the sinking feeling in his stomach. “Oh I fully intend too “ his captor told him with a smile the teenager would have been proud to have mustered up Or perhaps you would like to do it yourself.. Oh wait… your hands are rather tied at the moment. Allow me.”
God, he was really going to do it. Idiot! Seb’s infallible ‘get out of jail free card’ had just been brought into play and this guy didn’t even realise it! So why didn’t it feel like everything was going to be all right? Mr Fitzgerald? Forgive me for disturbing you like this but .. First of all I should present myself. Special agent Timothy McFadden! Department of Mutant Activities. We have taken your son into custody concerning certain terrorist connections he seems to have cultivated. I though it was only right to let you know. ,
Yes Mcfadden’s smile widened ”You did hear me correctly. Mut ant Activities! Could it be that you were unaware that your son possessed mutant powers? If so I am sorry to be the one who broke the news.And yes, yes he is here with me.. should I pass you over… Certainly.. it’s the least I can do.
It wasn’t what he did though.. instead he simply switched to speaker phone and with a nod of his head indicated that it was Sebastian’s turn to do the talking
Dad? There was slightly more desperation in the dark haired youth’s voice than he would have liked. “ I didn’t want you to find out like this but.. “
“Is it true? You’re a mutant “ his father asked, cutting him off abruptly. Sebastian had expected to hear the same universal disappointment that he had always encountered in his parent’s voice and, no matter how much he hated it, he had been ready to deal with that. Instead what both he and the government agent who held the power of life and death over him actually heard was relief. A relief so heart felt that it literally took, Sebastian’s breath away.
“Thank god! I ‘m not crazy then! I always felt ashamed of not loving you. Of blaming you for your mothers death! Of blaming you for all those deaths that followed you around! But I was right all along, wasn’t I! You really are a life stealing little freak.”
The blood drained out of Sebastian’s face as his father continued to talk. ““Well now you can rot in hell, do you hear me? I should have got rid of you before you were even born. Better late than never. Pass me back to that government agent. McFadden?
“I’m here Mr Fitzgerald “ the man said even as he smiled at Sebastian over the table. “What would you like us to do with your son?”
“ Whatever you feel is necessary came the reply.“I wash my hands of him and certainly wont be standing in the way of any of your investigations.
"Understood Mr Fitzgerald. The government appreciates your cooperation in what must be a very painful matter. It will not go unnoticed"And just like that it was over. The phone call. His relationship with his father. Life as he had known it up till then.
Check and mate I believe the federal agent said as the phone line went dead. You played your cards well but.. you lost.. Now.. welcome to my world Sebastian. And be very certain that it isn’t one you want to be in. Unless you cooperate that is.
Was he joking? Sebastian’s own world had just come crashing down around his ears in the most public and humiliating fashion possible and the guy who was responsible for it all was talking about cooperation?
Seb had always known deep inside that this moment would come. The moment when his father finally admitted what his son had always known; that he wasn’t loved, and simply cast him aside . After all it wasn’t as if Sebastian hadn’t pushed him enough in the past. Still, this time, for once, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Nothing but be a mutant that was! And ironically it seemed as if that one irrefutable fact had been enough to provoke the reaction he had sought all these years. Oh he had wanted something other than indifference and sustained disappointment. He just hadn’t bargained on actual hatred.
And so he took refuge from his hurt, as he always did in anger. Even if this time his anger was actually directed in the right direction. “Cooperate? Screw you” he said defiantly glaring at the man in front of him.
The blow caught him unprepared, spinning him out of the seat and onto the floor as McFadden moved with swift and brutal precision. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth” he asked softly as he moved from behind the desk to stand above the youth’s prone body “ Oh wait. No, you don’t. Matricide! Not a bad start to life for one of your kind I suppose. Still you got lucky in the end. Because we found you”
With the copper taste of blood on his tongue and the pain still surging through his system Sebastian didn’t feel particularly lucky at that precise moment in time. Then again no one ever did when they were as exposed and helpless as he was, lying on the office floor, listening to the McFadden’s proposition. You can still have it all Sebastian the government agent said helping him back into his seat. “Money. Yale. That brilliant future that you had planned with or without your fathers help! Oh yes I have done my homework. You have after all been sleeping for more than a day“
Sleeping? He hadn’t been sleeping. He’d been hanging around in the dark waiting or them to come and give him some frigging food! Listening to the calls for processing whatever that was. Except they didn’t know that , did they. Whatever drug they had injected into him back at the brotherhood’s headquarters they had apparently expected to keep him under until now. To bad then that his particular mutant power worked whether he was awake or not. It was something that he now realised might have spared him the same fate as others who had shared his almost suicidal attraction for drugs and alcohol. It was something that might just prove to be a pain in the ass for these high and mighty bastards that thought they owned him.
Certainly McFadden seemed pretty damned sure of himself as he continued to outline his plans for Sebastian’s future. “We are willing to give you back your life, Sebastian Everything you ever dreamed about and more” the government agent went on as he walked confidently around the entropic mutant. “And all you have to do in return is serve us. Serve your country. That’s not too much to ask now is it? “
“Give me a minute to think about it “ the dark haired youth replied through lips that were already swelling. “So .. let me get this straight.. my choice is between some down and out mutants living in a squat and the government department that waded in and wiped them out? Hell there’s no contest.” His dark eyes were steady as they met McFadden’s.I’m brotherhood all the way! “
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It has been a stupid declaration and he had paid for it in ways he didn’t even want to think about. Though a couple of broken ribs had worked their way high up onto his list of priorities. So he wasn’t actually at his shining best when he was eventually thrown into the cell, his gasp of pain all too loud as he interrupted the girls little tête à tête.
“Ladies “ he said once he had actually got some breath back into his lungs.“It seems we have less than thirty minutes before they move to the next phase. And while under normal circumstances Id have been more than happy to suggest a threesome.. Sebastian rolled over with a groan "for once I’d rather suggest some sort of escape plan. Unless you are both here to lose weight that is
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There was an unpleasant feeling of dependence or vulnerability about this situation. Which one it was, the Drama Queen couldn't exactly pinpoint, her experience with sensations of that kind being rather limited and nothing she liked to think of if she could avoid it. She had watched apprehensively as Niki had started displaying signs of insanity, mumbling to herself like the kind of nutjob Mareesa certainly did not feel like having as a cell mate. That really would have been the sparkly icing on her cake of misfortune: stuck in No-Fun-Land with nothing but a rambling idiot and that neck wound for company. Brilliant.
Good thing that wasn't the case. However, listening to the girl's explanations turned the sinking feeling in Mareesa's stomach into a hard clump, making it suddenly difficult to focus. So far, she had merely been a little uneasy, not taking the situation as seriously as she now suspected she might have to. While quite some time had passed during which she had been sitting around idly, waiting, there hadn't exactly been a whole lot of things going on. Hardly anything giving rise to worry anyway, other than the general fact that they had quite obviously been abducted. Granted that was rather terrifying on a level, but at the same time, it also was strangely unspecific. People were rarely afraid of captivity itself but rather what it entailed.
The green-skinned fighter sounded like one of the twins, Shawna or whatever her name was, which another piece to the puzzle. If it was indeed Toad's daughter, then the fight had likely been Brotherhood-related. No surprise there. Before Mareesa could reply and possibly find out more things she didn't really want to know, their prison's doors were opened again, spitting out what the Drama Queen soon decided was normally a rather attractive man of around her own age. At this point though, he rather looked like someone with several rather unflattering physical mutations, which made the first comment after his - for lack of a better word - entrance inappropriate rather than appealing.
Nevertheless... he did have a point. There was only one problem that she didn't hesitate voicing in her trademark loveable way with a raised eyebrow and an undertone of impatience. "Marvellous idea, darlin', really. How about druggie here takes out the first two, I'll tackle down the next pair and we'll hope whatever comes after will have pity with you and let us pass?" Stretching a little and shifting her weight, she tried making herself a little bit more comfortable and failed. Frustrated annoyance was certainly better than fear, but not exactly fun either.
"Now seriously, I don't know about you, but I'm no fighter, that girl," she pointed her thumb dismissively at Niki, "has a hard time getting out a full sentence and... sorry, I'm sure normally you're the bomb but currently you look as if you'd run head on into a spiked wall." Mareesa sighed and got up, agitation keeping her from sitting still. "Not to mention that I've got no idea why I'm here, how to get out or where the fuck here even is. For all I know these guys could be alien-dissecting, homicidal freaks who set up their base camp somewhere up a snowy mountain in Canada." She was moving restlessly now, not exactly walking to and fro like a tiger in its cage but close. The most bizarre thing about this situation was that she hoped he would disagree and prove her wrong in a heartbeat. Seriously. That would have been grand.
The most convincing Lie is one You believe Yourself.
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Sick from hunger, Niki found herself going quiet once her words had been spoken and Mareesa was chewing them over, there was little doubt in Niki’s mind that Mareesa would have comments in turn to what was said, but the pale skinned girl took her chance to rest while she could. It would be the peace she needed to try and clear her mind before answering any thing further, there was little Niki truly knew once you got down to the basics, sleep seemed to evade her more easily then it had most of the others. There was something about her blood they had been interested in, and Niki didn’t have to guess, they saw the bloodrage inside and they were curious, they wanted to know what it was and why it lurked within, but Niki wouldn’t let them play with it, because too much hurt can come from the bloodrage when uncontrolled.
The door opened, Niki found herself glaring back with scorn at whoever dared return so swiftly, surely it had not been a half hour now. Though the girls seemed to be far from important when another body had been cast inside, a watchful weapon aimed at them as the guards then quickly backed back out, slamming the door closed. What made them put this male in here with them? Was there a reason? Often Niki’s father had done things specifically because he thought they would have some sort of negative effect, and Niki couldn’t help but wonder if grouping them all together was some sort of attempt to do something they had in mind. A slight tilt of Niki’s head was given as the boy spoke.
"Ladies" He began, addressing the two of them with pain in his words, someone had definitely hurt him, and Niki found herself wondering if they were next. "It seems we have less than thirty minutes before they move to the next phase. And while under normal circumstances id have been more than happy to suggest a threesome.. " The term was unfamiliar with the heavily isolated girl, sex was something she’d known what felt all her life, but it was never something to joke about for Niki, nor was it fun for her, it was a chore, a means to an end, "for once I’d rather suggest some sort of escape plan. Unless you are both here to lose weight that is." a smile crept on Niki’s paled lips, usually darker make up helped contrast her features but whatever she had worn had faded and smeared after the first night and since been rubbed off completely.
"Marvellous idea, darlin', really. How about druggie here takes out the first two, I'll tackle down the next pair and we'll hope whatever comes after will have pity with you and let us pass?" Spoke the blond, who drew Niki’s red eyes towards her with the statement, it an attitude that while lacking any beneficial aid, actually caused Niki to smile slightly brigher, though discreet enough to hopefully be overlooked. It wasn’t often Niki was able to hold many conversations with people, but she enjoyed the different personalities that she was seeing lately and she most definitely found it all interesting.
"Now seriously, I don't know about you, but I'm no fighter, that girl, " Came the statement, and the end of it was directed towards Niki, "has a hard time getting out a full sentence and... sorry, I'm sure normally you're the bomb but currently you look as if you'd run head on into a spiked wall." Now the stranger stood, her slender body pacing the area and any sign of Niki’s smile had now completely faded… she didn’t like being assumed weak and incapable, and most definitely did not like being in a position she wasn’t able to fight back. "Not to mention that I've got no idea why I'm here, how to get out or where the @#%$ here even is. For all I know these guys could be alien-dissecting, homicidal freaks who set up their base camp somewhere up a snowy mountain in Canada." Words said one thing, but Niki somehow knew that the girl spoke what was on her mind and not what was in her heart, so to speak, she would give anything – they all would it seemed – to escape from here, there just seemed little choices open to them right now.
"They hit him," Niki announced as if for a moment merely pointing out the obvious, examining the features of the boy carefully as she thought aloud, "Maybe if they hit me…" Considering all things it could be taken as talk of a drugged girl who’s body was too weak to actually put up any fight of whatever still lingered in her systems. The red eyed mutant hadn’t spent long enough in the social circles to really understand the importance of explanations, and for now she knew what she could offer to the table, and that she could be of use even if feeling felt sapped of energy. "You are mutants… what makes you… different?" Before she threw herself into the line on oncoming fists to get them in physical contact with her blood, she might as well ask in case they had something more beneficial to use in disorientating or distracting the guards. After all, cutting herself and throwing a splash of blood at them would look far too suspicious, they’d separate her for sure in order to find out ‘why’ she had wanted to throw her blood at them. But if they hit her, and cut her and drew blood, then it wouldn’t be something that would look obvious for them to be concerned when she got her blood on them.
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He should have expected his suggestion to be met with cynicism. After all he would have shown nothing less himself if their positions had been reversed. . So the girl he called for the moment ‘attractive slut’, for want of a better name, only rose in his estimation by her obviously unimpressed attitude to his, it had to be admitted, somewhat dramatic declaration of intent.
"Marvellous idea, darlin', she said as she started to circle the room, giving Sebastian a more that ample view of her legs, and all that went with them. “ really. How about druggie here takes out the first two, I'll tackle down the next pair and we'll hope whatever comes after will have pity with you and let us pass?
It hurt to grin but he couldn’t help it. His new room mate would no doubt benefit from closer frequentation, hopefully of the physical kind, though as she so rightly pointed out he was hardly up to it at the moment. ” Now seriously, I don't know about you, but I'm no fighter, that girl,” here she nodded towards his equally casually named ‘stoned vampire’ before continuing "has a hard time getting out a full sentence and... sorry, I'm sure normally you're the bomb but currently you look as if you'd run head on into a spiked wall." Now she had actually made him laugh, though he wished she hadn’t as soon as he had done it.
Still it was good to know that he hadn’t lost his slightly off sense of humour, because the last half hour had been anything but fun. In fact it had been down right terrifying. Then again, that had been the point of the whole painful exercise, hadn’t it?
McFadden hadn’t given way to some sort of berserker rage and suddenly started pounding on him. In fact he had been clinically cold as he had started to hurt and finally to break Sebastian’s body. It was a lesson the government agent had explained as he had struck and struck again. A lesson that the other Brotherhood members already knew, but one which the rich socialite apparently had to be taught, and taught well, if they were ever going to ‘progress’ That he could effectively be hurt and broken and no one would lift a finger to save him. Not any more.
When his father had told them they could do whatever they felt was necessary to subdue his mutant son he had opened the door to this abuse and any other they might care to dish out along the way. Of that Sebastian was only too well aware. Just as he knew why he was potentially more useful to McFadden than any of these other mutants he had dragged in off the street.
Oh they had powers all right. Powers that in all likelihood made his dwindle into insignificance, if what he had seen at during the raid was anything to go by. What he had over and above his mutant abilities though, was that bright influential future he had planned for himself, and which McFadden and his hangers on now wanted him to believe, only they were capable of giving him back.
That they could beat the crap out of him any time they wanted to was something Sebastian had accepted readily enough. Around the third time he had hit the floor to be exact. That they could waltz in and take control of his life though.. that was another matter entirely.
If he stayed here under their influence then it was probably a given. He was far from being a coward but he wasn’t stupid either. Not stupid enough to believe that someone who knew what they were doing, as McFadden so obviously did, wouldn’t reduce him to quivering heap sooner or later. Ok probably sooner… Which was why he had to get out as soon as possible. And if this meant enlisting the help of these two unlikely allies then so be it.
So he listened as the young woman vented steam, disappointed that her knowledge was so limited but willing to work with what he had. . "Not to mention that I've got no idea why I'm here” she complained”, how to get out or where the @#%$ here even is. For all I know these guys could be alien-dissecting, homicidal freaks who set up their base camp somewhere up a snowy mountain in Canada."
His cell mate might not know who had kidnapped them, but Sebastian did, and to be honest he wasn’t sure that her outrageous hypothesis was so very far from the truth. Ok McFadden and the others weren’t exactly your traditional ‘chainsaw massacre’ sort of villains, but he was convinced all the same that these guys would kill without a seconds hesitation. As for the whole dissection part; that he could envisage all too easily. If the Department of Mutant Activities decided to take him apart to find out what made him tick then they surely would. He wasn’t even sure they would bother with anaesthetics when they did so.
But that wasn’t going to happen, he told himself stubbornly, because they were going to do something! What he didn’t know. Not yet anyway. But something all the same! Because otherwise they were lost, and he wasn’t ready to be lost just yet!
Still it wasn’t easy to keep up some semblance of calm as his all to fertile imagination painted images he really didn’t want to see. He was glad then when the other girl spoke , giving him something else to concentrate on than his own fears, even if her words weren’t exactly inspirational either. "They hit him," she said stating the obvious, as Sebastian’s battered state clearly hadn’t happen by accident. "Maybe if they hit me…"
OKK! His luck was it seemed running true to form. He had two girls to help him get out of this hell hole one, sexy, but by her own admission not a fighter, the other cute in her own right if you liked the whole albino rabbit look, but who probably a masochist. It was understandable that Sebastian suddenly felt less than optimistic, till she spoke again that was. . "
You are mutants… what makes you… different?" the red eyed girl asked cutting to the quick of the matter. This was what he had been counting on to set them free. Not what three normal teenagers could physically do against armed aggressors, but what three mutants could do with their strange and wonderful powers. If they could get the drugs that were being used to dampen them out of their system that was!
Lets take things one at a time he said pulling himself painfully up into a sitting position. “One… maybe Fiver here’s not a druggie. He inclined his head to one side to expose the needle marks he knew had to be there.’ Not an intentional one anyway. And I hardly think they’ve been dosing us up on speed or ecstasy.” He gave a knowing smile as he added “It certainly doesn’t feel like it anyway. Unless this whole thing is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.”
Two.. The people who have so kindly invited us to join them for an amazing lack of dinner are called the Department of Mutant Affairs. Guess that explains why we’re all here , Roxanne.” he said looking at the provocatively clad young woman. “What they want is.. His smile was anything but amused, and the hatred in his dark eyes was all too apparent as he told them the reason behind his recent humiliating beating “cooperation! For me at least its like the job offer from hell. And one I don’t intend to accept if I can possibly help it. Which brings us nicely on to three. What makes us different”
It was a question Sebastian had posed many times in the past although in slightly different terms. Why me! That was something he had asked himself ever since childhood, as both things and people died around him. And it had only got worse as the years went by. At least now he had an answer. Because he was a mutant! That was why his mother was dead. That was why his father hated him. God that revelation had hurt more than the blows he had received. Which was stupid in the extreme, because he had never though himself to be loved! Now though he would have to turn things around and transform this power that had ruined his life into the means to get out of here.
“Allow me to go first. They were the words that had destroyed his life just a little while before but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use them now. My name is Sebastian Fitzgerald and to quote my father, I’m a life stealing little freak. Something I hope I to turn to my advantage as soon as possible”
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