Wither
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Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust
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Post by Wither on Dec 1, 2005 6:40:26 GMT -5
As time moved on, as his adrenaline pumped… he felt better… but for some reason his eyes still were clouded. Last thing to heal he supposed. Blinking though, he turned to X then back to the door which closed behind Logan. His clouded orbs glared and he sneered. He was gone, yet X seemed to follow and growl words towards Logan, fierce words.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one who felt the way he did. It was nice for someone to not try and stop him for once. He felt like he could relate to someone finally. Yet this feeling slowly dispersed as he watched a shadowy Wolverine walk back in, obviously not happy with X’s words.
“What? What don’t I understand. The need for revenge! To feel justified in some way. Know the answers to why. Answers don’t always come. That ain’t how life works kid. And I know plenty about revenge, wanting to know the answers.” There was a slight pause and a ravaged breath that came from Wolverine, it was obvious he was tired with the arguments with these teens. ”I’ve been around longer than both of you put together. Do you honestly think I don’t understand, Laura? Rage, hate, anger.”
Kevin growled something odd, who the hell did he think he was, who the hell did he think he was talking to, some kids who grew up rich and had everything? Times change old man… but then he uttered a word that made Kevin change his look, changing it towards X. “Laura…” he whispered beneath his breath, stepping back.
Why did she hide her name from him? Why did she let him help her choose a name… like she was fucking Beethoven or something? His face dropped and he felt pain in his chest, not physical but emotional, he knew this difference. Hurt consumed his features and his eyes trailed to the floor, he couldn’t look at the dark figure that was X-Laura.
“You both think you know about loss, pain…. Suffering. I have killed men older than me, I have killed my entire family… and although it’s a sad thing to say, I cannot even have the satisfaction of protecting people who I think care about me without some sort of consequence. Nor will I ever feel the warmth of a kill like you two… or any type of warmth… affection, pain, suffering. It’s all emotional to me… and this woman held me captive… this woman did something I never thought possible… she kept me tied up.” He looked towards the window of the observation room.
He growled. “I’m not going to my room… not today, not ever… not until I see that woman’s face one more time… see her green glare again…” He flexed his fists, “and I can get to that gaze before either of you…”
His own gaze glared towards Laura. “I opened to you…and you couldn’t tell me one simple thing…” Palm suddenly went against the glass-he would get through here tonight, however he turned to another noise on the opposite side of the room.
Somehow, some way, he saw him… Jamie. “Jamie?” His brow quirked as he watched the lady in white disappear. How weird.
His natural feelings kicked in and his brow arched, why were they staring at him like that. “Jamie… he’s in this room right now…” The look of confusion and questions came upon Laura and Logan’s face. His own questionmark expression disappeared quickly as he shook his head and took a seat finally. His head shaking.
Perhaps it was time for him to go back to the autoshop, perhaps… the kids around school were right… he didn’t belong here.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 1, 2005 12:42:00 GMT -5
There was a slight grumble from the X-Man as he knew he’d gone around it the wrong way. He couldn’t help it. What frustrations he felt shouldn’t have been taken out towards them, though some of it was needed. Logan could be a buddy, he had been to Kitty and to Jubilee, but right now they needed to understand that he was someone they had to listen to. Neck popped as he looked back towards Kevin. “Killing is never warm. I’ve killed men older than me, people I though I cared about. It stays with you, even accidental ones.”
Logan moved forwards slowly his arms uncrossing. He couldn’t agree fully with emotional status, for he’d tried to close himself off like X it was a way of protection, if not a flawed way. “I know she tried to take you kid. I don’t know why…I don’t know why I was taken either. Made into a Weapon. X didn’t ask for it either.” The person most like Kevin was a mutant named Rogue. Who he hadn’t seen in some while. And usually they kept contact but it was like she just vanished. Eyes looked towards the room with the cocoon held inside. Listening as Kevin scolded X for not telling her true name.
Logan was about to say something more when Kevin called out Jamie’s name. A brow quirked the direction of the kid. Maybe he was overly tired and stressed, part of him looked it. While the other part wanted so badly to get into that room. “Jamie…he’s in this room right now…” “How can he be here if he’s lying in the medical room in a coma? You’re over tired…” But his movements stopped, for a moment he though the room felt differently but his own head shook slightly as he looked back to Kevin. “Listen kid…rest tonight. First thing tomorrow morning…I’ll let you in. Just you. Supervised by myself.”
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Jamie Hudson
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Life is but a dream for the dead
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 1, 2005 13:16:54 GMT -5
Hand flexed a little further as he reached to touch X. If this Sarah gal really did come from her he wanted to know more if he could see it. Like that man in the room. He paused something seemed familiar about that woman’s face. Not Sarah, but the woman wishing for death. Like he’d seen her face somewhere before. But Jamie couldn’t place the where. He didn’t know it was a latent though from touching Remy. That the woman with the white in her hair was a mutant, a X-Men.
Logan bursting in made him draw his hand back away from X. He looked so upset, angry almost. James got a weird feeling. And he moved. Jamie looked away towards the Spider Woman. “Jamie?” His form paused and he whirled around looking straight towards Kevin. Could he still see him? He moved closer to Kevin his brows arching. Looking around he saw the quizzical faces of Logan and X. When Kevin spoke again. “Jamie…he’s in this room right now…” “Kevin…Kevin you can see me? Did you see the Sarah too...” Eyes looked towards the holding room them back to Kevin. James had heard what went on and knew Kevin wanted in that room. Wanted to know why. “Can’t stop a ghost…” Hand placed against the glass where Kevin had been hitting it and slowly he went through. Eyes looked around the room then back. There was no door handle not even a command box like there was outside.
“It’s gotta be like, voice activated or something…” The system created seemed highly advanced the creators of this school knew what they were doing. Head shook slightly as he looked back over towards the cocoon then back up to Kevin. Jamie knew he could reach through that cocoon, touch her and see what he got, but this was Kevin’s thing. Jamie pushed back through the glass and stood away from the group. Maybe it was because it was night, but the plane he was on seemed darker. Eyes looked back over towards Kevin with almost a sorry he couldn’t help, look.
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Post by Noriko Ashida on Dec 1, 2005 14:00:36 GMT -5
“Nori…wait up.” Her tongue shot out a little at the request, and though she could have gone much faster she kept the little chase low-key. He was probably used to this life, more so than her. After all he grew up in a house filled with mutants. With the mansion in its ‘deserted’ state and the late hour the long hallways were intimidating. Long dark masses of shadow prickled up irrational childhood fears. He was right when he echoed the sentiment aloud. “It’s sort of eerie feeling…don’t you think?” Nori smiled at Icarus as he finally caught up to her. “I’m sure that you’re not going to tattle on us just because we came down here for a bite to eat are you?” She shut the door of the freezer, smirking at the new knowledge about this stranger in the kitchen. It pinpointed who he was almost immediately. It was none other than the infamous, Bobby Drake.
A hand patted Jay’s shoulder as she finally found her seat and started in on her bowl of food. Nori was always fourteen steps ahead when it came to her stomach. The speed burst and the way she constantly absorbed energy kept her metabolism very high and she was always in need of fuel. “Oh I see,” she mocked a superior tone at Icarus, “You find my personal crusade to ensure that beverages stay cold a trivial endeavor?!” at this she laughed a little continuing the joke. “You know I work and I slave… putting water into plastic trays and for what?! Next thing you’re gonna tell me that someone put the EMPTY pitcher of iced tea back in the fridge…” Again she smiled, this time truly looking as though the stresses of the day were gone. It was a mistake to take that bus, to almost fall off the wagon, but she was here, and no one save the lady in red knew.
Nori knew she wasn’t the only person here to have suffered a loss. Jay was a perfect example of what life was like for their kind. Despite his family, he’d lost a girlfriend, isolated himself, shutdown connecting with anyone. She was much the same. When she thought about getting close to a boy, she always got really nervous. Sure there were worse things to fear. At least to some degree she could have human contact, even if that interaction was a little electrifying, Nori was getting better about keeping herself from hurting people even when she was gauntlet-less. But try and tell Scott Summers that? – No, the big boyscout wouldn’t hear it. “So I heard though the grapevine that we might be teaming up again soon. Whatcha think? Hellions with the New Mutants....” It was no secret that she hated Julian.
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X
Rascal
If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Dec 1, 2005 14:09:39 GMT -5
X only raised her head slightly as Logan looked her straight in the face. Her eyes slowly narrowing as she glared towards him. When he began speaking back she took it all in, as defiant looking as ever. But suddenly she turned her head to the side and muttered something low under her breath. "You're just like them."
She never let her eyes lift off him, that was until Kevin said something she didn't want to hear from him. He said her true name, which caused her head to snap towards him. Eyes more wide then narrowed now. There was only two people who ever said her name, or used it. Sarah was one, but she never got a chance to say it more than twice and Logan. He found out accidentally. It was odd to hear another say it. She didn't like it, she didn't want others to know that name, she didn't want anyone else to use it. She wanted to forget the past and everytime she heard it, it only reminded her of what she was up against. Of what was to come. She never said to word to Kevin as he spoke out of shame towards her and anger. She never moved her lips. Not until her eyes turned back towards Wolverine, when Kevin was done speaking.Speaking of how they didn't understand, speaking of how they didn't know pain and suffering and hurt. Boy was he wrong, he had no clue what she had been through, she never spoke of it to anyone. Logan didn't even know the details. "We had a deal. You broke the deal." her voice was slowly growing lower. She didn't like this one bit.
Suddenly Kevin turned his attentions towards her, and spat out about how he opened and she didn't tell him one thing. "I never asked you to open up, that is dangerous. And you don't understand Kevin. You can't."
But the sudden arrival of emotions was cut short when he suddenly looked so odd and spoke of Jamie. X's face screwed into a confused look. What the heck was he talking about? Jamie was not here. She thought that Logan was right, after all he was seeing things now. Odd things. But X never said anything else, she just stood silently watching the two.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 1, 2005 19:02:07 GMT -5
Immediately after entering the medical lab, Jean noticed the deserted gurney. She paused briefly at James’ side, checking his vitals. “James? Can you hear me?” she questioned him, hoping that he was soon to return from his slumber. Her eyes danced up to the clock. It was well past the time he should have at least given some indication to wake, but still his readout was the same. She wanted to go and see where her other patient was, but that would have to wait a bit. Reaching into the tall cabinets, Jean dug out electrodes, ones that were often used for Professor X or herself during times of mental duress. After affixing the wires to various point on his head, Jean pushed his gurney up to the MRI. A bout of telekinetic power later and the boy was resting on the machine’s roll out platform.
Once inside, panels illuminated, and the scan began. Brainwave activity was at a bare minimum, he wasn’t in REM sleep. From what she was able to determine the brain’s only function at the moment was keeping the body alive. There were no higher thought processes happening. Was this vegetative state something permanent? Had she made an egregious mistake in her doctoral duties? Again she went to his file, looking it over for allergies to medications, or some answer to her dozens of medical questions. As far as she knew, everything she’d done was done right. The scan showed no abnormalities in his body, there were no foreign objects or implants. Aside from his slumber, he was in perfect health.
She returned him to the padded bed, pulling a blanket up over his figure, her attentions distracted at the din of shouting. She left Jamie’s side, following the noise to investigate. “I’m not going to my room… not today, not ever… not until I see that woman’s face one more time… see her green glare again…” Jean’s pace quickened as she heard bare scraps, the louder parts of the conversation. "I never asked you to open up, that is dangerous. And you don't understand Kevin. You can't."
Her figure filled the doorway, a red brow quirking at the conversation about Jamie and the previous one she’d only caught pieces of. For a few seconds she said nothing, and then her gaze met with the students. “I think you two misunderstood Professor Logan. He wasn’t asking you to leave this room… he was telling you too – and so am I. Kevin you have every right to feel like we’re the bad guys here, but if you want to play the ‘this is my vengeance game’ then you’ll have to reevaluate your position with the X-Men. We’re not being trained to pursue personal vendettas, if you want to go vigilante fine. But do me the favor and wait until you can stand. And X... I need you in the lab too. If you're to reside here I require a full workup on your system.”
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Black Widow
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And you do look so delicious today...
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Post by Black Widow on Dec 1, 2005 19:27:02 GMT -5
He wanted to see her one more time? He wanted his vengeance… wait, how was the little brat talking? He should be in a coma right now. Her cocoon she made began to tremble as she looked at herself… was he weakening or something? Her eyes closed as she slowly allowed the webbing to molt and dissolve from her being. Soon she stood, naked as the day she was born, but she stood none the less.
A hiss flew out towards those looking in on her and she was suddenly against the wall, hands grasping the glass as she looked Wither up and down. Ha she wasn’t weakening, he was like her, and he was breaking down the poison. Hissing once more she moved so she was identically parallel with Wither and blew him a kiss.
Her body jumped back as she felt him punch the wall in her general direction. She couldn’t believe her eyes, he would sit there. Normally one of her prey would be liquefied and it was a lot easier than waiting. “I suppose it’s good you lived… I wouldn’t have to wait now, but I will get you Kevin. You will be mine.
She hissed sternly and faced the wall, slowly beginning to crawl.
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Jamie Hudson
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Life is but a dream for the dead
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Dec 1, 2005 20:32:01 GMT -5
James wasn’t sure what was going on. But for some reason everyone seemed upset, on edge, annoyed. Not good combinations if you asked him. But they couldn’t no one could. At least that’s what he thought. “James? Can you hear me?” He felt the voice as if it was right there in his ear, but that voice didn’t belong to anyone currently standing in the room. It was the Doctors. It was gentle, caring. Calming almost, like when his mother called him James. She was one of few people who actually did. It was his fathers name. When he died somehow it meant more to him.
He had plenty of questions still in his head, but no one to ask them to. To try to get answers. And he half wondered if he’d only imagined that Kevin could still see him. Maybe he wanted connection that it was affecting his thinking. He’d just been great full he hadn’t yet run into a hostile spirit. He could feel them, and he was sure that the man who looked of death was someone like that. Someone you didn’t want to meet in a dark ally. Jamie put two and two together that he must have been the one torturing the woman with white in her hair. Who screamed for release, for death…but was too strong for it. There was stirring from the room and that Spider Woman had come to life again. But there was a sound behind him like the door was opening.
Of course most of the rooms attention had turned to the woman in holding and Kevin. Breath caught in his throat someone had walked into him and stopped. Not moving. Eyes closed at the connection. ‘File says he died in an explosion…wasn’t made in some lab. Logan…’He didn’t know what he was getting. They didn’t make sense. Out of context even. Then a feeling. She worried over him. Both of them. Him and Logan. And then Kevin, but it was almost a different sort of worry he felt from Jean for Kevin. Hands went to his head, fingers into his hair. There was so much. The doctor wasn’t moving and Jamie couldn’t get himself to. It was as if he was temporarily stuck in her body. Feelings and emotions she tried to kill or bury were coming alive to him.
They weren’t the only things. There was like a hiss from behind him in the darkness, and physical body corresponded with temporal one. A shutter ran over him head to foot, even bringing out goose-bumps on his arms. It was almost evil. Like it was trying to take him deeper into shadows. “…no…” There was almost inner turmoil within Jean that Jamie was struggling to remove himself from it. Against the darkness there was another powerful one awakening. Like it linked with him mentally. There was such a power with it James didn’t know what to do. It felt like he’d been blasted through again.
In the medical bay, Jamie’s body reacted. The machines went hay-wire. Beeping loudly out of control. Glass cracked and popped. Sweat beaded across his forehead. Body arched in the bed as arms went out to the sides hanging over. The astral plan he was much the same, arms extended head tipped back in a yell. “Ahhhh…” Mind and body reacted, not to Jamie’s spirit but to something else a force within side Jean Gray. There came a cry from the room. It was Jamie’s voice, but not...it held brid like qualities. More like a screech. The connection was broken because another one had broken it. He could feel his body reacting and he fell forwards to the astral plane, silent. But there was a lingering moment when his body felt what ever was hiding deep within the doctor.
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Wither
Menace
Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust
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Post by Wither on Dec 1, 2005 20:49:15 GMT -5
His form grew tense as he saw the cocoon shake, he saw Jamie move towards the window, and his own body smacked into the window, eyes wide. “Jamie! Get out of there!” He ignored everyone for now. His eyes shot towards X and Wolverine. “Get out of here… professor… X… you aren’t needed any more…” his eyes rolled before he turned back towards where he saw Jamie last. Towards the door his eyes drifted. He couldn’t do it… he couldn’t save Jamie-even if he was just an apparition to him.
However, just as Jamie walked back to the observation room, he heard something odd before the webbing fell from her naked shoulders, letting him see her entire frame. She was a beautiful woman… but the darkness and the poison inside her scared him too much. He took a deep breath before stepping back. Then she walked in, and he watched Jamie’s body connect with Jean’s… his brows arched then widened as he stared. “Jamie… Jamie are you alright…” he didn’t care about everyone in the room, he just cared about the one person that seemed to want to help him right now.
Her voice piped in finally… “I think you two misunderstood Professor Logan. He wasn’t asking you to leave this room… he was telling you too – and so am I. Kevin you have every right to feel like we’re the bad guys here, but if you want to play the ‘this is my vengeance game’ then you’ll have to reevaluate your position with the X-Men. We’re not being trained to pursue personal vendettas, if you want to go vigilante fine. But do me the favor and wait until you can stand. And X... I need you in the lab too. If you're to reside here I require a full workup on your system.” He snarled some before shaking his head.
“You’re one to talk Ms. Grey… Yet I digress…” He forced himself up, proving her wrong, proving he could stand. Even if he were to get knocked down, he was strong enough to get back up. “Vigilante or not….I’m not who I was when I came here the first time… I’ve grown up since I was 17 and scared cause of my father… no now I want this to happen… I WANT this revenge, and I’ll go through you all to get it.” He was irrational… but the look on Jamie’s face made him see how wrong he was… and he sighed, suddenly worried for Jamie. “Tomorrow… Jamie thanks…” he whispered into the air.
Moving passed them all, he didn’t care about knocking anyone in the shoulders, running into anyone… he would get this all done.. tomorrow to suite them. “I’m going to my- our room.” His eyes flashed to Jamie, who hadn’t moved from his connection with Jean… it was odd but Kevin continued anyway… and then he stopped in front of the med lab. No it wasn’t because he had left X behind-or he should say Laura behind… but to gather the sleeping Cessily into his arms and walk down the hall and into the elevator with her, proving he was stronger than they all thought.
His fingers hit random buttons before he figured out where he was going. Having limited eyesight didn’t help, but he would pull it through. Now the stairs going upstairs, that would be interesting. His mind traveled however, to the woman’s words… “I will get you Kevin. You will be mine.” his skin crawled with the thought. As the doors of the elevator closed, the sudden jump and scream was heard. “JAMIE!” he was too late as he set Cess down and ran towards the doors that closed just at the last moment.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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"I am fire-made flesh, power incarnate!"
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Dec 1, 2005 21:27:08 GMT -5
…no… …no…[/color] Twin voices spoke, one inside her head and one from her mouth. Eyes widened and pupils dilated into near invisible pinpoints of dark being swallowed up in green. She was frozen to the spot as something unfamiliar ripped its way into her mind. She felt/sensed the tear in the fabric of what was once her psychic side and it was enough to cause her head to tilt back, her nose trickled blood. . o O (Mmm… how delicious… it’s been too long since I’ve felt something quite as exquisite as a woman’s agony… Hello Jean) O o . “How…?” she whispered to herself. Jean was numbly aware of her surroundings, but it felt far away… the volume turned down low as this old voice bubbled up to try and dominate her. This time she had no arsenal to defend no way of keeping her guard.
Her body tensed into tight knots; fists at her sides, jaw clenched tight as the crippling pain ripped though her head. Her eyes shut hard as she tried to find something to shut out the voice, to lock the Shadow King back into the recesses of her mind. Shadowy darkness sank its claws in hard, the fight to take over raging in the span of a few seconds. His voice resonated… dominated over her inner monologue. . o O (Did you really think I would sit idly by in this prison and not try EVERYTHING to break you? Did you really think making a martyr of yourself would solve anything?!) O o . Her eyes began to cloud over. The room was fading as the darkness fell, until she heard the flutter of wings. The temperature in the room began to increase noticeably.
. o O (I am fire… power incarnate…) O o . Jean’s mouth parted in a silent scream, tears pinched out from the corners of her eyes in an uncontrollable physical release to the war that was being waged. Her eyes flashed open, red and gold fire licked over the once sage. The heavily reinforced door began to warp outward with the heat that was coming off of her. A wind picked up, stirring her hair, half lifting her until the Phoenix, Jean, and James Hudson screamed in unison. Eyes rolled skyward as she fell to the ground in an unceremonious heap.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 1, 2005 21:43:13 GMT -5
Eyes looked back towards X. She was so defiant, he wondered if half of her stubbornness had come from him. It was weird to think that. In some weird way she was like a child to him, of him. He didn’t want to think of it that way but it couldn’t be helped. It was part of why he’d tried to help her. Because he went through similar things. She was a teenager, and all teenagers think they know everything. His jaw clenched but he said nothing to her mumbling about him being like them. Saying her name had been a slip. He couldn’t get himself to call her Xevannah. X or X-23 yes. It was probably what he should have kept with. But it made her detached, a name meant you were someone.
Still he shouldn’t have said it, he saw it in X’s eyes as she looked up towards him. There was a slight hint of a sigh from Weapon X before weight shifted from looking at X to Kevin. The boy was having some kind of reaction. He was seeing Jamie. Reacting in ways like the boy was really here. Wolverine put all his focus on trying to sense him, but he didn’t even find a trace. Eyes looked towards X-23 wondering if she was doing the same. But looking past her he saw the cocoon move. The woman stood in the holding cell with a wicked smile towards Kevin. The boy was angered but something more was holding his attentions this notion of Jamie. When Kevin snapped back towards Jean and moved exiting the room. Jean had been standing still.
The woman in the room was climbing the walls and called out after Kevin. Saying she’d get him. Form moved past X who was still there to the control pad near the door. “Not while I’m around…” His husky voice grumbled and within a few codes a gas was filling the chamber. He had to give Hank the credit. The man was a scientifically genius and inventive. Sleeping gas was a handy thing in holding cells to sedate the occupant. Logan didn’t have time to deal with this woman. The temperature was seeming to rise as nostrils flared. A scream turned him around fully. It was echoed from Jean and the medical room, and something more. Something he hadn’t faced in a long time. Phoenix. Jean collapsed onto the floor.
Logan moved. It was an easy switch for him, even if he was angry. When it came to Jean he couldn’t help it. Eyes looked over her and fingers brushed hair away from her forehead. She was hot to the touch like someone with a fever, but this wasn’t a fever it was raw power. “Jean? Jeanie!” She wasn’t responding to his touch or his voice. Logan shifted his weight lifting the fallen Doctor Gray into his arms. How could this be happening. Eyes shot towards X-23 as he rose to his feet. Rushing Jean into the medical bay. But more was going on Jamie was reacting. As he got Jean lying down he went to the kids side he was burning up just like Jean. Logan’s voice echoed in the halls. He needed more than just a pair of hands, and it seemed Kevin had left taking Cessily with him. So he call for the only person left. “X-23 I need your help.”
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Rancor
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"Wanna see something really scary?"
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Post by Rancor on Dec 1, 2005 22:29:46 GMT -5
“Come on Sweetheart… I think it’s time I take you out on the town!” again Rancor’s voice mocked at her plight. Digits worked on her bindings, releasing her ankles and then her wrists, catching her over his shoulder as she fell forward. It was easy to lift her, weight loss or no. All the while he avoided her skin, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to dope her again if she resisted. Carrying her up the small flight of stairs, he lowered her, full dressed into the claw foot tub. Again he reached down to look her over, stare into her eyes to see if there was some kind of recognition in there. “I know you can hear me…”
For the first time in his long life, Rancor was thinking clearer. The animalistic side of her was subdued and he was able to think on a more long-term scheme. There had to be other mutants out there… more like this girl, people that he could feed from or bleed his sickness into. He was tired of these surroundings, he wanted to stretch his horizons, try to live somewhere other than in this hovel in the bowels of New Jersey. New York wasn’t much better, but it was start.
He withdrew from her, turning the water on. he adjusted the temperature, watching in mild interest as the water slowing worked over her, soaked into what remained of her clothes. He whistled as he ran soap into her white and brown hair, latex gloves rubbing across her skin, against the softer parts of her flesh. She was becoming whole again, the sickness never lasted that long, and he’d just fed. For the brief encounter, the pair almost looked human. Rancor’s skin was unblemished; Rogue was just a bit too skinny. “I won’t say I’m sorry. I’m not.” He tilted his head lifting her from the water and back into his arms. “But I promise…when your time comes, I’ll make it quick.”
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Rogue
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Wolverine: Any comments? Rogue: Nothin' printable
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Post by Rogue on Dec 1, 2005 22:47:41 GMT -5
Every so often her eyes would flutter closed, but at any hint of sound they flew open and wide again… like those of a deer caught the headlights of the car that is about to take it down. She hates it when she shakes, the shaking making her feel less in control. Again she musters what strength she has and pulls at the chains which hold her… nothing. She can’t even lift her arms enough to pull at them. She lets loose a cracked groan of frustration and lets her body go lax against the wall behind her, rolling her head back to rest against it as well… would this ever end? Why didn’t he just kill her… of course she knew the answer to this, he was using her to stay alive, if she died so did he.
Feeling her anger rising to the surface she pulled at the chains again, letting her anger fuel what little strength she had left… the chains moved, her arms lifted and pulled forward, her wrists rubbing against the sharp edges of the cuffs until she felt the warm red liquid dripping down her arms, at that moment she ceased in her poor attempt at escape and dropped her arms in defeat for now. Raising her aching head, she looked towards walls around her… no windows, no light, nothing but brick and steel. Depressing indeed, she had no sense of time and she somehow doubted with all the chaos at the mansion that anyone knew she was missing… not even Remy.
Slowly she shook her head and quickly thought of something else, she knew if she started thinking about the people she cared for that she would break. Instead she focused on her anger again, on the pain from her cut wrists and even on the gnawing hunger in her stomach. As long as she felt these things she had hope, as long as she didn’t think she’d be okay.
Then she heard it… that all to familiar sound, his footsteps. Over the hours, days, whatever she had learned to recognize his sound. Inside she cringed… he only came for one reason. She took as deep a breath as she could and began the process of retreating into her self, getting lost in all that was left behind by others. Maybe one day she would find her strength there, but she knew once he began to feed she had to focus on that small percentage of healing factor she had from Logan to heal as much as she could during the process… otherwise this might be her last.
She barely registered a word he was saying, but then she felt the weight on her arms lessen… but she wouldn’t let herself hope. It would be to easy or… it was simply a trap. But then she was lifted, and for her own sake she put up no fight, for now. Then she was placed in something familiar… a tub. She felt his movements, but made no sign of it as he looked at her, but then she pulled herself from within and moved her eyes, her lips parted, but no sound left them. She preferred to give him the silent treatment, it was safer for her.
Water. She welcomed it, the luke-water temperature like a full healing factor. It helped dull the pain and cleaned her wounds, but she did not relax and when he touched her… she did her best not to flinch by closing her eyes as tight as she could and once again drawing herself into herself…. Though she almost smiled at his words and then for one moment she spoke, “ Don’t…” She barely rasped out above a whisper, “ do me any favors.”
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Rancor
Threat
"Wanna see something really scary?"
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Post by Rancor on Dec 1, 2005 23:20:07 GMT -5
”Don’t… do me and favors.” “Fine,” he offered flatly, jamming the needle from his pocket up into her throat. He pressed down hard, leaving no hint of tenderness in the gesture. “What you’re feeling right now is fear. But it’s alright, what I’ve just given you just disables your motor functions for a while. You can try to talk but I don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to. Kinda fascinating isn’t it? – The way the mind works? I’m sure once I see yours it will look the same as the others that begged my curiosity… but I often wonder…” He carried her out of the facilities, dumping her onto the bare mattress. He looked her over. She’d be hard to pass as even a mental patient with the amount of tearing she’d put herself through.
Hands reached down, ripped the remains of her shirt free, and tossing it aside with a wet splat. He didn’t pause to look her over, his mid was elsewhere. He was methodical, exacting and worst of all impatient. Too lng he’d waited on the fringes of the world. Now it was his time. Digging though the chest of drawers, Rancor produced a faded Sisters of Mercy t-shirt, pulling it onto her, uncaring that she was still soaked; the pants were passable. Lifting her over his shoulder like a firefighter, the dark haired psychotic strolled casually down the hardwood floors of his long abandoned home and exited into the darkness of the woods. Again he whistled, unaffected by the abhorrent nature of his being. This was all he’d ever known. Rancor fished keys from his pocket and dumped her into the trunk of a faded blue Nova. “Goodnight,” he winked, shutting the hood.
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Rogue
Threat
Wolverine: Any comments? Rogue: Nothin' printable
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Post by Rogue on Dec 1, 2005 23:53:47 GMT -5
She closed her eyes, her body wanting to relax, but she wouldn’t let it. She was not going to let her defenses down, he could try to break her all he wanted, she would even make him think he was just a little, but he never would… she’d die first. But she knew that this was going to be a long process of coming so close to tasting death only for her body’s natural and stolen defenses to act and bring her away from that eternal slumber. This was both a blessing and curse… talk about ironic. A curse because it was torture, a blessing because it granted her precious time to either be rescued or figure out an escape.
Pretending like she was relaxed, she didn’t even flinch as the needle was driven into her neck, but she felt it and she would feel it for the rest of the time. She opened her eyes, registering his words and glared at him as if they bothered her, giving him satisfaction and hoping it might give her a window of opportunity somewhere as long as he though he was beginning to win the battle.
He handled her roughly from there, her body tossed like a rag doll from his shoulder to the mattress and the rest of her clothes ripped away. She knew he wouldn’t try anything and so she simply laid there, her eyes following his movements as she felt the numbness begin to over take her upper body as it worked it’s way up. She didn’t fight it, mostly because she didn’t want to be uncomfortable and just maybe this would give her body more of a chance to heal. The more she healed, the more she felt her strength coming back to her and the more desire she felt to cause this demon of a man to feel every ounce of pain he has inflicted upon others.
Letting the drug over take her, Rogue pulled herself further within her own mind until she was close to a mentally unconcious state as her body became completely numb. And although her eyes were still open she registered nothing of the changes in her surroundings or the darkness that swallowed her as the trunk lid closed.
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