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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 8:02:35 GMT -5
For some reason, Wade didn’t want to let himself sleep. What a waste! If he couldn’t die, he had so much life to live, and he was going to waste it sleeping, and dreaming of shit that he could be making real. But as Sammy curled up tighter to him, the warmth ever so appealing, he found himself almost drifting off into a gentle slumber. Almost. Tracing a finger along her thigh, Wade exhaled slowly in the darkness. What would happen to Sammy? She could die, and he couldn’t – the thought struck him unkindly and he rubbed the wound roughly. He’d turn out like Logan: alone, angry and sexless. Deciding this wasn’t going to be an option, he grabbed Sammy’s thigh tight and pulled her on top of him with a grunt. She’d been dozing in and out of sleep, but the jolt woke her up instantly, her hands gripping onto his shoulders in support and shock. Catching her lips, he forced himself against her desperately.
‘No time to sleep, Sam.’
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Logan sat in his room, reading a book idly. Ankles crossed and curtains undrawn, his eyes followed the moon as it shaded in and out of the clouds. A bright white orb; whole. It reminded him of time back in the Canadian mountains, where instead of a book in his hands, he’d have her slender body. But instead of a peaceful night, he’d have the nightmares. There was no level ground, no matter which situation he found himself in, something had to go wrong. Maybe God was punishing him for being what he was – then again, he doubted there was a fucking God anymore. Who would condemn a man to this? Who would let people have such powers that sentenced them to a life in hiding? No, there was no God. Just a cruel world and William Stryker.
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Eamonn was just about to knock on Sammy’s door with an offering of ‘room service’ when he heard the loud, carnal groans creeping under the gap in the door. He froze, anger rising up inside him, hands gripped into fists. And from the corner of his eye, he could see a shadow watching him. Victor Creed gave a dark chuckle, from deep within his throat, and scratched his jaw idly. The scars he’d returned with had vanished and he watched Eamonn snidely.
‘Maybe you don’t shoot her next time?’ he offered. ‘Women don’t like that – frails, they like it even less.’
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 8:54:14 GMT -5
Loreli hadn’t been able to sleep, so had drifted to the kitchen where was was now sat, ripping up a page of the newspaper until a small pile of black and white paper sat in front of her. She was just debating going back to bed when voices distracted her from her thoughts and she looked up curiously, watching as a dishevelled looking blonde marched into the kitchen. The two seemed to have a silent stand off as they caught each other’s eyes and then the woman opened her mouth.
‘Who the fuck are you?’ She said sharply, an thick Irish accent breaking through the quiet air.
Loreli almost winced. ‘How is it any of your business?’
‘Well if I’m gonna’ be fucking living here, I wanna know who all the pointless dicks are.’
Eamonn appeared behind her grinning. ‘She’s Irish! Aw, and blonde!’ His excitement was sickening. He reached out to touch the woman’s hair but she grabbed him round the neck and pushed him away.
‘Touch me again and I’ll rip your fucking balls off.’ She hissed. Eamonn just smiled. She turned back to Loreli expectantly. ‘Well? I know this prick is Eamonn and there’s some creepy big fucker called Victor. Who are you? Mary fucking Poppins?’
Lorelie glared, her muscles tensing. ‘I’m Loreli,’ she answered smoothly, ‘and if you want to keep that tongue of yours, I suggest you keep your mouth shut around me, because I can be more scary than any ‘creepy big fucker’ you find.’
The woman stared at her for a while and then smiled. ‘Niamh.’ She said, quiter this time. She threw herself into the chair beside Loreli and placed her elbows on the table. ‘Any other lunatics I should know about?'
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 9:20:26 GMT -5
Watching the girl slide into the chair besides her, Loreli wasn’t sure what to make of anything. It was like a madhouse, how many more people were going to come in? Raising her eyebrows at Eamonn, she rolled her eyes to see him hungrily watching the blonde with great enthusiasm. Standing and looking around the room, she left the shredded pile of paper on the table and moved around the two people.
‘What’s a leprechaun doing in long island?’ Eamonn asked, taking the seat Loreli had just moved from. Leaning towards Niamh, he looked undeterred when she shifted away, running a hand through her long gold locks. ‘If I rub you, will I get any good luck?’
‘You’ll get something alright.’ She muttered, examining her nails and reaching out a hand when Loreli went to leave. ‘Where are you going? There is nowhere to go!'
Leaving without a word, Loreli escaped around the corner before the girl could catch up to her. Even though it was dark, the moonlight stripped through the windows, and it was almost hard to remember where she was. It was beautiful, in its own weird way. Futuristic, intriguing. Seeing Niamh had made her wonder how many other people were here that she didn’t know of. Bradley had told her a few names, a small handful of men, but nothing about a blonde. Every door now looked like an entrance to a cell. How many beds and televisions? Who went out and brought the food – where was the rest of humanity? Pressing herself against the window, she peered into the darkness, lights scattered around. Was there an outside, beyond the fence? There didn’t seem to be any real land, any grass to walk on, to sit on. And if they went outside, would they be allowed to go? Or would Stryker have to accompany them. Glancing behind her, she continued to walk through the moonlight, streaking through the shade like an animal. Suddenly Loreli felt more restless than ever before, and found herself itching to go back to Bradley.
‘This place has changed so much.’ She sighed to herself, running a hand along the wall as she walked. Stryker didn’t resemble his old self. He was worn, ruined. Everything was so much more worse than she could ever have imagined.
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Sammy gave a gasp as Wade pushed himself up on his elbows, staring into her eyes. ‘Can we do it again?’ he asked, almost pining, his lips finding her jaw, kissing her roughly. As his hands pulled her back down, she gave a groan, not of lust but of frustration. Wade didn’t noticed and tried to force her legs apart, kissing her stomach eagerly. She felt like a teenager being molested by a drunken boy. Grabbing his chin, she pulled him up and rolled him so he was lying opposite her.
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked gently. Only a few days ago, they’d been in an apartment, barely even hugging as they lay in bed, but suddenly now everything had changed. ‘Why didn’t you die? What's happening?’
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 10:04:40 GMT -5
Wade grinned. ‘I’m immortal!’ He cried, waving his arms apart as if it were some big feat. Sammy stared at him. She blinked and her mouth twitched, and then she burst out laughing. Hysterical, loud laughs that brought tears and stomach pains. ‘You’re...immortal?’ She snorted. ‘Yeah, good one.’ ‘What?’ Wade’s arms dropped and he sat up, looking at her disappointedly. ‘I am!’ He whined. ‘That dick shot me right in the heart, and I lived! I’m not made of metal like freaky claw boy, y’know.’ Sammy giggled and stood up, clicking her back. It didn’t matter that she was getting up at two in the morning. No one round there really slept anyway. Besides, Wade had woken her up and she was too hyper to even think about sleeping. He was watching her now as she pulled on a pair of skinny jeans. She danced around the room as she pulled on her brown Ugg boots. They had been a birthday present from John, her eighteenth. They had been shoved to the back of her wardrobe, untouched, and she revelled in the comfort of them now. She yanked a black tank top on over her head and looked back at Wade. ‘Where you going?’ He asked, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on his hands. She shrugged. ‘A walk.’ ‘Stay away from, Eamonn, okay? I don’t trust the cunt and he might, hurt you.’ It was hypocritical of him considering what had happened in their scruffy apartment, but his gaze was worried and Sammy smiled fondly. ‘You’re going soft, Wilson.’ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Niamh slumped low in the sofa, watching some shit film about a couple. It was nearing the end and the woman had only just found out her husband was cheating on her. Across from her Eamonn was playing a laptop, hammering the spacebar key again and again to win some game. It was irritating the fuck out of her. ‘Dumb bitch.’ She muttered, flicking through the channels at such a speed it was hard to keep up. Her keen hearing suddenly picked up the sound of feet shuffling along the linoleum flooring. She turned in her seat and faced the door, waiting impatiently for the person to appear. Sammy peered round the corner of the lounge. Eamonn didn’t even acknowledge her prescence and for that she was thankful. She flounced in and slumped into the armchair opposite him, crossing her legs and chewing on her nail. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a mass of blonde and her eyes slid over onto Niamh, who was staring at her. Sammy raised an eyebrow. ‘You want something?’ She snapped. Niamh’s pretty face immediately dissolved into a scowl, ruining the effect. ‘You must be Sammy.’ She stated and Sammy noticed her hands were curling into fists. She rolled her eyes. ‘Well done.’ She had never gotten on well with other girls, all her childhood friends had always been boys. Girls were too bitchy and mean, always acting two faced and whispering behind each other’s backs. ‘What the fuck’s your problem?’ Niamh hissed. ‘I’m just trying to make conversation.’ ‘Don’t.’ Sammy said flatly. The room fell silent for a minute and Sammy glanced back at the girl, only to find she wasn’t there. She frowned, she hadn’t seen her get up and walk out, so where was she? All of a sudden a sharp sting hit her cheek, as if she had been slapped. She jumped to her feet, her hand flaring up with fire instinctively. The sharp pain of a foot slamming into her ribs sent her into the far wall and she cried out in pain and frustration, sending a fireball hurtling to where she had just been stood. Niamh was invisible yes, but she had only been at Stryker’s for a day, and was not used to fighting as much as Sammy. A punch slammed into her jaw but Sammy was ready this time and her hand flew up, grabbing the girl around her arm. Flame slicked at the long sleeved top she had been waring and she shrieked, her body becoming visible again. Her other hand extinguished, Sammy yanked the girl’s hair, forcing her to arch her back, and raised her foot, sending it crashing into her belly. Niamh fell to the floor with a dull thud, rolling onto her stomach, coughing and groaning in pain. She managed to turn herself invisible again but there was no way she could get away and Sammy let her hand flare up again, creating a fireball in her palm. Just as she was going to send it crashing into Niamh’s face, a hand caught her wrist and she was pulled away and pushed up against the wall. Dark eyes stared hard into her own and they seemed to be swirling and changing colour. Her hands slowly faded and she stared into them, her breath coming in fast and shallow. ‘Now, now, little Sammy,’ Eamonn breathed, ‘you can’t go killing people on their first day. It just wouldn’t be...appropriate.’
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 11:06:55 GMT -5
She felt so small and frail, held by Eamonn’s strong arms, and all of the fight seeped away. Slowly her breath registered back to normal, though he continued to force her against the wall as if she still needed his assistance. Sammy suddenly felt tired and weak, and let herself fall against him, resting her head on Eamonn’s shoulder. He was so warm and comforting – but then something in him changed, his eyes turned into a dull, murky shade of ochre and his hands gripped her back, keeping her close to him. Niamh, who had slowly clambered back up from the floor, held a hand to her middle, hunched over in pain. She wanted to fight back, teach that bitch a lesson for what she had done to her. But more footsteps, she could hear what the others couldn’t. Glancing at the door, her skin crawled silver to an undetectable nothing. Sliding out of the kitchen, she headed back down the long corridor.
‘You were always so feisty.’ He murmured, stroking her hip. ‘What do I need to do, to have you?’ his voice was a soft growl, but as Stryker stood strong in the doorway, Eamonn moved away, Sammy’s legs giving way beneath her. Struggling, she leant against the wall with a sigh. What the hell had just happened?
Stryker looked at Eamonn carefully, his face impassive. ‘Keep your mind on the job, Eamonn. There’s no time for games.’ In his right hand, he was cupping something that the two couldn’t see. Shaking the object, both gaped to see Niamh materialize besides him. ‘This isn’t a playground – there’s no time for your fights, you have a job to do.’ He wasn’t yelling, his voice was level, stern. That scared them more. Chucking Niamh forward, Stryker raised a finger and indicated that Eamonn should follow him. ‘Get back to bed, now.’
Eamonn followed without a word, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets and walking in step besides Stryker. ‘Wade’s taken to it all well. I’m not telling Sammy what we’re doing, she’ll only try and stop us. The women around here aren’t progressing as good as I’d hoped. I think we’re going to need to do a lockdown for a couple of days, to remind them what they’re here for.’
‘I don’t think they fully understand, Sir.’ Eamonn offered, rubbing his throat as though something was stuck there. ‘Loreli, she’s only just arrived here-‘
‘Loreli knows what’s going on. She just can’t remember. Make sure everyone’s in their room and in the morning we’ll start operation Weapon X.’
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Sammy lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Everything ached. She was used to fighting, but it had been so long since a real fight had gone down. Rubbing her arm, she rolled onto her side and stared into the darkness. Eamonn had come and taken Wade away, said that they weren’t allowed to share a room anymore, that this wasn’t a hotel and then he’d slammed the door and left. Sighing, Sammy hugged the pillow to her chest and curled up into a ball. The not doing anything, the waiting, was what made it worse. You never truly knew what you were going to be told to do, but never had the job been nice.
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‘I want to stay with Bradley.’ Loreli growled, her face inches from Eamonn’s. He sighed and the breath brushed her face, it made her feel dirty. Moving back a little, she turned to Bradley who sat on the edge of his bed, watching the scene unravel. ‘Where’s the rule that say’s we’re not allowed to share rooms? We’re together-‘
‘Are you married?’ Eamonn asked, humouring her, though his expression was sour. ‘Because, unless you’re married, sweet cheeks, or conjoined to each other’s side, you need to get out now.’
Victor leant against the wall, watching Loreli move out of Bradley’s room. Eamonn had a red cheek, where the two women had hit him when he’d entered with the orders. Why did he let them push him around? They were nothing – a bit of flimsy skin, good to look at but nothing else. Victor would have told them who the fucking boss was, but then it was more enjoyable to watch this arrogant git fail to do his job. Raising an eyebrow towards Eamonn, he chuckled, the same sound he reserved for only this man. He knew it pissed him off. Ever since he had arrived here, saved by Sparky, Victor had reminded Eamonn that no one else was ever going to be in charge but himself. Victor controlled everything around here. He didn't doubt he could even take Stryker, but why ruin this cushy life?
'You stay the fuck away from Bradley, you hear?' Loreli warned, slipping into Sammy's room. The two men were far to busy sharing daggers, they didn't even notice. Or care.
Victor gave a low snarl to show he had heard her. Was she warning him? That was almost funny.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 12:09:38 GMT -5
Sammy blinked as the door to her room opened and someone slipped in, the light flicking on as the door slammed shut. She sat up, squinting as the light stung her eyes. ‘Wade?’ She murmured.
‘Sorry, only me.’ Loreli answered, throwing herself into an office chair and spinning to face the girl. ‘We need a plan.’
Sammy raised her eyebrows. ‘A plan for what?’ She asked, preparing to be sceptical of anything that came out of the older woman’s mouth.
‘To get out of here. Now, i was thinking, if we all sort of, tolerated each others company and used our powers - we could easily break out.’ Her eyes were shining with an odd sort of excitement. Sammy just looked at her.
‘Are you insane? Have you been drinking? You’re not even meant to be in my room, get out.’
‘Sammy, you want to get away from Eamonn don’t you?’ Loreli snapped, frustrated the girl wasn’t listening to her properly. What was wrong with her? This was there one chance.
A couple of hours ago Sammy would have answered that question straight away, not even thinking about it, but now she hesitated. Earlier had been odd and strange. Maybe he had been using his power - she wouldn’t know, he had never told her what it was. She looked back at Loreli, deciding to avoid that question and focus on the woman’s ‘plan.’
‘Bradley won’t go.’ She said. ‘No after he’s been caught a second time.'
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 12:52:13 GMT -5
‘They’re doing things to Wade – why do you think he didn’t die? He got shot in the heart, Sammy. And if we don’t take Bradley with us… I’m afraid they’ll hurt him instead.’ Looking down her hands, she glanced up cautiously as though worried what the girl’s expression would hold. ‘Do you reckon we could get one of those guns? Bradley has one, and they took mine, so it’s got to be somewhere-‘
‘Zero handles the guns.’ Sammy informed her with a nod of her head. ‘Down in the armoury. He won’t let anyone else down there though. He treats them like they’re his children.’
‘Work your charm, yeah?’ and there was a slight smile on Loreli’s face that both girls hadn’t expected. The two had tried all their lives to be independent, to fight their own battles which they sufficiently won. But this job was bigger than the both of them. Standing, she glanced around the room, not yet had taken the surroundings in. It looked like a typical girls bedroom, like a whole other world compared to what was outside the doors. Picking up a lipstick, Loreli examined it with a smile before putting it down. ‘When we get out of here… maybe you can take me to buy some of that?’ she asked weakly. She needed a friendship – they both did.
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Earlier. When Bradley had been a kid, the headaches had kept him awake in the night. When he was a teenager, the headaches got worse and after short-circuiting the school, he’d fallen unconscious on the floor of the science lab. Xavier had taken him in, but Bradley had fought against the strange place. Strict, hidden behind wrought iron gates, winding staircases and sliding doors. It wasn’t normal – he wanted a public school, with the leaky toilets and the cramped lockers. Maybe that was why he liked the fairground so much, it had provided him a safe haven which suited him perfectly. Everything was how he wanted it, everyone was the same, but they weren’t judged and sentenced to years in an orange bricked building where people promised they had your best interest at heart. No one but himself knew what he wanted, and what was best for him. And that place had been exactly that. Until Eamonn had taken him away.
‘I saved your ass!’ Bradley yelled, pointing a finger at Eamonn. The light above them flickered uneasily and the man raised his hands to show he meant no harm. But he was laughing, and the sound annoyed Bradley more than anything. Staring at the light, he listened to it crackle, the cable burning away as it threatened to drop. ‘And you return the favour by bringing me and Loreli here? I always thought it would be Wade that betrayed me-‘
‘I owe you nothing.’ Eamonn scoffed, running a hand over his jaw. The bulb dropped from the ceiling and smashed against his boots. A shard of glass flew up and caught in his wrist, and with a hiss Eamonn quickly wrenched it out, swearing. ‘You’re crazy! We’re not friends, Bradley. None of us here are! We just do what we’re told.’
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 13:59:02 GMT -5
Niamh, being the invisible minx she was, had managed to avoid being locked into her room. She had watched as Eamonn had gone round, locking Sammy’s and Loreli’s, whistling tunelessly. He had paused almost a hairs width away from her and she hadn’t dared breathe in case he heard. But he hadn’t, and he walked past her, picking up the whistle from where he had left off. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued down the corridor, investigating everything she passed. She avoided the lounge. It stank of burnt furniture and her fingers brushed the bruise that covered the left side of her ribs. She rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, spotting a man sat at the table, his finger drawing patterns on the condensation on a bottle of beer. Niamh hadn’t seen him before, she figured he must have been asleep when she had arrived, so he wouldn’t realise that she had to be on ‘lockdown’.
She let her body ripple back into view and she smiled at the man, sliding into a seat next to him. He glanced at her, jumping slightly. ‘I’m Niamh.’ She said, all traces of the previous hostility had gone. She leant over the table, grabbing the bottle from him and downing the remains of it. She grinned, flicking her blonde curls over her shoulder.
He smirked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes flicking up and down her body. ‘Well, hello Niamh.’ Wade was drunk, too drunk, and he should have gone straight to bed as soon as this girl appeared. But he had come out of nowhere and the strange thought had hit him that maybe she wasn’t real, so maybe it didn’t really matter. He pushed Sammy’s green eyes to the back of his mind and focused his attention on the blonde.
‘Is there anymore of this?’ She asked him, waving the empty bottle at him.
He gestured to the fridge with his head and she stood up, padding over to the fridge and opening it. It was bare except from a six pack of beer and she bent down, lifting it up with one hand. She turned and her head hit against his collarbone, she stifled a giggle and dodged round him, placing the beers on the table and spinning to face him. He grinned and followed her, stalking her around the room until she was backed up against the work top. He placed his hands on each side of her, trapping her in. She grinned, her head snaking up and capturing his lips with her own. He responded just as eagerly, their tongues battling for dominance, and she moaned into him as he pressed against her. He grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up onto the worktop, her legs wrapped around him and her hands buried themselves in her hair. Wade’s hand drifted around the waistband of her jeans, tracing it before venturing up her top. All thoughts of Sammy had disappeared.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 14:38:16 GMT -5
As his hand slipped up her vest, Niamh gave a giggle, forcing herself closer to him. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the gasp that left Wade’s lips told her that he’d noticed. Kissing him roughly, her hands felt down over his muscly shoulders and gripped his face. ‘On a worktop, very hygienic.’ She grinned against his kisses, one hand drifting to undo his jeans.
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Stretching in her bed, Loreli felt her back click and she instantly curled back into a ball with a groan. For a moment everything had seemed so perfect, and the sleep had been so good, and she felt so fresh. But then she heard a clicking sound and realised she wasn’t back in the caravan. The lock on her door clicked open and the sun was blaring through the gap in the curtains, startling her when she finally managed to glance around. Bradley wasn’t besides her and she felt something in the pit of her stomach stir. Loreli wasn’t a fan of sleeping alone, she and Bradley had slept in the same bed for so long, laying in an empty one seemed so foreign and unnatural.
Closing her eyes for a brief second, Loreli jumped when someone’s hand smoothed across her forehead, brushing her fringe away. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around the wrist, shocked to see Bradley standing before her. He looked so different. In khaki green army overalls and boots, a dog tag swinging around his neck, he stood before her like a stranger. ‘Bradley?’ she murmured, sitting up and smiling as he pulled her towards him. The two held each other tight, but Bradley let go before she was ready. A stiffness clung to him and swiftly, all feelings of happiness changed. ‘We should have ran away like I said.’ She whispered, resting her head against his shoulder. ‘But I’ve got another plan-.’
He silenced her then, putting a hand up to her lips. ‘Stryker’s got you on lockdown, but you’re allowed to come down for breakfast.’ As he watched her move around and get changed, Bradley rested against the window. Taking her top off, Loreli slipped into a dark green t-shirt Bradley had brought in with her. He took in every curve of her back, the smoothness of her hips, and the scar on her stomach where she’d tried to win on his stall and shocked herself. That was the first time they’d met. God, did that seem so long ago. 'He wants to speak to you, too.'
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Wade gave a groan. His back hurt and something was resting on his chest, and for a moment he thought it could have been a stray cat. Reaching out, his fingers ran through soft hair and he looked down to see Niamh sprawled across his chest. Opening his eyes had released a whole new world of pain, and a hangover started to kick in almost instantly. She was breathing gently, and looked almost peaceful, until he realised it should have been Sammy laying there. Sitting up, he felt the table beneath him wobble cautiously. How did he get up here?
'Wise move, Romeo.'
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 14:58:32 GMT -5
Loreli followed Bradley down the corridors. They were going the opposite way to the kitchen and the lounge this time, and the further they went, the less homely it all seemed. Wood gave way to stainless steel and lamp were replaced with electronic lights that flickered and buzzed. There were no windows down here, and Bradley’s army boots sounded way too loud on the cold floor. He marched ahead of her, his face pulled into a frown and his back tensed. Loreli wondered what had got him so worked up, she was going to see Stryker, maybe this would be her chance to reason with him. She hadn’t seen since she had first come to the island and she wondered vaguely if he might look different. They came to a stop outside a large door with two glass windows in it. Loreli peered inside as Bradley keyed in a code on a keypad and the door slid open with a hiss. It was an office, plain and boring, just like any other office would look. A desk, filing cabinets, certificates and pictures of important people on the walls. The only odd thing about it were the people in there. Victor was leaning against the wall, picking at his freakishly long fingernails with a knife, he smirked when he saw her. Stryker was sat behind the desk but he stood when they entered, and unconsciously Loreli smiled at his good manners. ‘Loreli,’ he smiled, ‘how good of you to come. Please, sit.’ He gestured to the chair in front of the desk and she slid into it, watching him carefully. ‘I assume you know why you’re here?’ ‘You’re going to let me go?’ She offered hopefully. He chuckled. ‘Not exactly.’ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘Hey, Zero!’ Sammy shouted. ‘Have you seen Wade? Stryker let me out!’ Wade’s eyes widened as the girl’s voice got nearer and he looked up at Zero with a panicked expression. The other man just chuckled and pulled out one of his guns, using a spotlessly clean rag to polish it. ‘Yeah, sure, he’s in here.’ He called back. Immediately the footsteps sped up and Wade scrambled to get off the table, pushing Niamh to the floor at the same time. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her head. Wade was rushing around the room, desperately grabbing any item of clothing he could find. He managed to get his jeans on and was fumbling with the belt buckle, nervously trying to send ‘stay out of fucking sight’ eye signals to Niamh. She obviously didn’t receive them and stood up, stretching like a cat. ‘Wade, where have you-,’ the voice at the door stopped suddenly and Wade’s head snapped round to look at her. She was staring with wide eyes, her whole body frozen. To her, it must of looked insanely shameful. There he was, half naked, in the kitchen, with the girl she had wanted to kill the day before - also naked. He reached out for her pathetically. ‘I can explain...’ He said quietly. She backed away from him, her eyes darting around the room frantically. Zero snorted and shook his head obviously amused by the whole thing. Niamh just shrugged her shoulders, a small smile playing on her face. Wade’s hand dropped to his side and Sammy spun, racing down the hallway. A ball of fire flaring in her hand.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 15:29:26 GMT -5
Wade wanted to run after, explain the situation and say that he had been drunk. The same story had played days ago when he had returned late home, pissed and covered in some woman’s strong perfume. Sammy always forgave him, they loved one another. But this act had ruined everything, and he didn’t know if there was any way for forgiveness. Turning, he went to grab his trousers off the floor but Niamh was holding them to her chest, smiling like a little girl.
‘Want them?’ she asked, and Wade advanced on her angrily. ‘Give me my clothes-.’ Growling, the two of them ran around the table, Niamh wearing his shirt she’d also taken from the floor. Her hair blowing behind her, he almost found himself wanting her again – it had been amazing sex. He had to focus! Gripping her wrist, Wade dragged Niamh back and pulled on his trousers and, realising Sammy could have gone anywhere by now, he ran out of the room without bothering to fight for his shirt.
The girl in question was down by the bedrooms, her flamed hands scratching at the cold concrete wall, burning the stone. She may have been pissed, but she wasn’t stupid enough to set fire to the place. Though maybe that would solve everything… if the building was gone, she’d be free… How dare Wade do that to her! How bloody dare he! Only hours before had he had sex with her, though obviously that wasn’t enough. That was it, she didn’t want him anymore. She was sick and tired of getting hurt. But anger ruled over sadness and as the heat of the flames dried up any tears, Sammy started to think up a plan to get back at him, for all the times he had hurt her, left her crying, upset. For all the times she had taken him back, said it was nothing, believed him when he said she loved him. And Niamh! Sammy would finish her off, that was certain.
'Watch the paintwork!' a cocky voice rang in her ear, as Eamonn slipped out of his bedroom. Hair dishevelled and his shirt untucked, Sammy threw herself at him without question.
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Bradley stood behind her, and rather than feeling like the man she loved protecting her, Loreli felt like he was judging her, guarding her, not trusting her. Hands behind his back, he stood strong, not meeting anyone’s gaze. Victor kept smirking at him, but he just swallowed determinedly and stared at a picture on the back wall. ‘Bradley, you can leave.’ Stryker offered, almost ordering, and the blonde flinched. Turning around in her chair, Loreli looked up at him with round eyes, frowning as he vanished from the room. Why hadn’t he stayed? They could have both asked to leave together. Now all she felt was intimidated. ‘Loreli, can you show me your wrist?’ Stryker asked, waiting for her to turn back around, and she took longer than he would have liked. Staring down at herself, Loreli rolled up the jacket sleeve and looked at her right wrist.
‘The other one-.’
‘What is this about-.’
‘Please, Loreli. Just do as I say.’ She lifted her head a fraction, but ended up glancing sideways at Victor. The way he watched her was like waiting for his next meal. The smirk was so malicious and dangerous that she had to turn away. Along her left wrist, stretching up onto her forearm was a faint set of numbers.
‘It’s just a tattoo.’ She frowned, running her fingers over the numbers gently. ‘I don’t remember how I got it – I must have been drunk. I don’t understand. Why do you want to see it?’
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 16:05:24 GMT -5
‘Do you remember your parents, Loreli?’ Stryker asked, his fingers in front of him, linked together and forming a peak.
Lorelie gave him a confused look. ‘Of course I do, but I don’t understand what they’ve got to do with anything.’
Stryker sighed and decided enough was enough. Getting straight too the point would be easier, then if she was going to kick off, she could get it out of the way. ‘You were here when you got that tattoo, Loreli, when you were twelve.’
The woman frowned, her hands tightening on the arms of the chair. Behind her, Victor straightened up, getting ready to move if anything happened. Loreli smiled faintly. ‘But - I couldn’t have been here. I’ve never seen you before in my life, any of you! How is that possible?’
‘Your parents found out about your...abilities. They were scared, naturally. They had heard about me and my work and sought me out. They wanted me to ‘cure you’.’ Victor stiffened at those words. ‘I did to an extent - suppressing your powers until they would be needed. We erased your memory, Loreli, so you wouldn’t remember anything.’ The colour drained from her face. ‘I kept a bit of it actually. It’s fascinating, your mind is fascinating.’
She shook her head, her hands gripping so tightly that her arms shook. ‘No, no, no. I remember everything from when I was twelve. I had a kitten, and I went to my first sleepover.’ Her voice was rising, shrill and high. ‘My mom and dad wouldn’t do that, they loved me.’
‘We replaced your memories with different ones. So you wouldn’t know a thing.’ He was watching her almost sadly. ‘Haven’t you ever wondered why you couldn’t control your powers, or use them fully? You could do so much more.’
Loreli jumped to her feet and Victor’s claws lengthened. Bradley placed a hand on her shoulder gently but she shrugged him off. ‘No! I’m just, not a powerful mutant! You don’t know me!’ She yanked her sleeve back down and marched to the door. Victor went to stop her but Stryker shook his head.
‘You are a powerful mutant, Loreli. Extremely powerful. If you could just let me perform the operation - the correct tests to release your dormant mutant genes.’ He smiled.
‘Fuck you and your dumbass tests.’ Loreli hissed. She turned to the door, her shoulders sagging when she realised it was electric and she didn’t know the code. ‘Let me out!’ She snapped.
Stryker nodded at Bradley and the man typed in the key, watching sadly as Loreli stormed out of the office, hurrying down the corridor. She never cried, but he watched as she wiped away glistening trails on her cheeks before she broke into a jog and disappeared round the corner.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 16:38:35 GMT -5
Eamonn gave a grunt as Sammy pushed him against the wall, her flames slowly died down but her fingertips were still hot and they burnt at his skin. With a moan, he tried to set himself upright but she was all over him, grabbing and kissing angrily. He didn’t understand, but he didn’t care. Grabbing her middle, Eamonn swung her around and slammed her against one of the doors. She arched into him, grabbing his shirt with clenched fists, moaning into his mouth as he kissed her. Eamonn didn’t ask any questions, and she was glad. Feeling for the door behind her, Sammy gasped as it fell back and both of them toppled into the dark room, the lights flickering on as they got further in. Chucking her onto the bed, Eamonn kicked the door shut and advanced without any warning, straddling her, gripping at every part he could. Her jeans were down in seconds and he gripped her thighs, pulling her lower down so his hardness brushed against her. Everything was going so fast, but he was too excited to care. It had been so long.
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Running down the corridor, Loreli half expected Victor to be running behind her, crawling the walls like some kind of creature, but no one came after her. Not even Bradley. He stayed back in the office, staring into space, disbelieving. How had her parents done that to her? She thought they loved her, thought they would support her through anything and yet they’d sent her away to Stryker. Had everything been a lie? The tears wouldn’t stop, and as quickly as she wiped them away, the more they came. Her cheeks were hot, she was flustered and upset and lost. She’d come in, so there must be a way out. A door, a window. Loreli slammed herself against one of the windows, gasping, hammering on it hard with her fists. She didn’t want to stay in this place anymore, to be told more lies. Stryker had to be lying, he was using her one drunken night in the past against her and twisting it into something nasty. The window had no latch and it didn’t slide. There was no crack, no way of opening it up. Behind her, in one of the rooms, she could hear someone having sex.
What kind of messed up place was this?
Wasn’t there a swipe card or something she could use? Maybe if she got the gun out of Bradley’s room, she could bluff her way out of here. Loreli had never shot anyone, but she was determined to do anything to get out of her. So, if that was Sammy’s room, the one next to it was Bradleys, and slowly she walked towards it, suddenly feeling cautious and unsafe. Reaching out to the handle, she moaned and pushed hard, it stuck and creaked but finally let her in. Moving around the room – God, it smelt just like him – she headed straight for the chest of drawers and scooped up the gun with shaky hands.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 15, 2011 17:06:24 GMT -5
She walked to the window, trying to hold her hand steady as she aimed the gun. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. There was no way she would stay here, not with these lunatics. She was going home. Her eyes snapped open and she squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit the glass with thud and a crack appeared. She sobbed and pulled it again, and again. More cracks appeared and then finally it shattered, shards spraying everywhere. A piece caught her on the cheek and she felt the wetness of blood drip down her jaw and onto her collar bone. She ignored it and climbed up onto the windowsill. She had to be quick. The gunshots will have alerted someone, hell they were probably already outside her door. She jumped, her feet hit the ground awkwardly and a jolt of pain shot up her legs. Ignoring it, she made for the fence and leant against it, sighing in relief when she discovered it wasn’t electric.
‘Loreli!’ Someone shouted and she jumped, her eyes wide. She was in full panic mode and she raised the gun to the darkness.
‘Stay back!’ She cried, backing up against the fence.
‘Ah, fuck, what’s with all this fucking glass man?’
‘Wade, shut the fuck up, can you see anything?’
‘She’s got a gun.’
‘You guys are so dumb. Why the hell am I here?’
‘You’re the eye candy.’
‘Wilson, turn the fucking fence on!’
Loreli frowned. Turn the fence on? What the hell did that mean? She couldn’t see anyone or anything, the voices were all drifting to her from the dark and instinctively she pressed herself further into the fence. Big mistake. The fence suddenly crackled to life and she screamed as a thousand jolts of electricity racked through her body at once. Her bones burned and her body spasmed. She threw herself forward, tears streaming down her face and her skin crackling.
‘Hey, I found her!’
The voices were fading and she groaned as a face drifted in the air above her. They were becoming harder to see and then darkness overcame her and she succumbed to the sleep.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 15, 2011 17:28:21 GMT -5
Eamonn lay back on the bed, panting slightly, scratching a small fingerprint burn on his forearm. Sammy lay next to him, her arms by her side, underwear clad. Neither of them said anything for a moment, too busy listening to the sound of their own heavy breathing, and then the shattering smash of glass and running voices. She felt tired and didn’t look up until she heard Wade’s voice. Guilt struck her first, and then she laughed, small and quietly. He wasn’t even here for her – how fucking oblivious was he! She was in the room behind him, and all he could think of was who had jumped to their death.
Loreli-
Jumping up, Sammy grabbed her hoodie and pulled it on over her flimsy vest. Fitting herself between Wade and Logan, bare feet crunching in the glass, she peered out into the darkness. ‘Who died?’ she asked, wrapping her top tight around her, folding her arms across her chest. Wade looked down on her, more than a head taller, and shrugged his shoulders pathetically.
‘I don’t think she’s dead. Can dead people hold guns?’ That was when Eamonn came out of the bedroom, and as Wade turned to see who it was, instantly two and two became ‘shit.’ Looking back towards Sammy, he raised an eyebrow, incredulous. ‘You didn’t.’
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‘Why did you turn the fence on?’
Wade looked over towards Bradley, pathetically opening his mouth and closing it before leaving. His girlfriend had cheated on him, and he’d fried one of the new girls. All in a day’s work, Wade, well done. Shouldering past Sammy who stood at the top of the stairs, Wade moved off to the kitchen, hoping to find a beer. He wasn’t interested in the consequences anymore. Niamh could fuck him again, and Sammy could sleep around, but the decision to beat the crap out of Eamonn was something he was sure of.
Her wrists were turned upwards, and Bradley slowly reached out to touch the numbers dotted there. For some reason, he thought they were going to burn him, but nothing. They were just numbers, they meant nothing, really. Her skin was tinged red, and her nose had started bleeding, but it hadn’t been as bad as it had looked, or sounded. Her scream had terrorised his ears, and as easy as turning on a light switch, Bradley had blinked and the fence had stopped working.
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