Twisting, breaking, tearing.....Cries screamed out in protest against the mindless violence. Blood trickling down in a viral haze. Swimming in a pool of contentment that only deepened with the lies spilling from mutant lips. Harboring feelings of hate and ill will towards his fellow man. They weren't men. They weren't even really people. They were some new strain of beast determined to be the end of mankind and push it into something nastier. Felix believed this. Years of training and seeing the worst sides of humanity only reinforced this.
He was hard. Tempered steel. Unflinching against the call of remorse and guilt free in the wake of his own monstrous acts. "No please I have children!" A voice cried out. A hollow point echo. Felix's pupil jumped slightly and his wrist twisted with a sharp flick as if his nerves were reacting to some painful reminder. Like spasm in his hands as they stood by the counter. Flames licked the wood of an old farmhouse. Inside it were the bodies of an entire family. He was just a young man then. In the thick of shit and way over his head.
In his years overseas fighting against the terrorists. Uncle Sam had a real squirrely view of who was considered terrorist. To them it seemed anyone who didn't agree with America was a dangerous vermin and they needed to get shut down. He was an instrument of chaos forged in blood. Murdering on the principals of direct orders from his superior.... Weather he believed in them or not. He wasn't trained to think.
The army didn't train him to question authority. Since day one everything that had been instilled in his mind told him to complete the mission. It was that simple. You get your mission accomplished, it doesn't matter if you go crashing in a hail of gunfire and don't make it out the other side. The mission comes first. That seemed like a lifetime ago. From there he joined the police force and the routine became a lot less demanding. As a police officer he wasn't asked to burn down a familie's home with them inside as a matter of national security.
He was still plagued by nightmares occasionally. The guilt free mind was a slightly more guilt ridden behind the thin veil of his eyelids. When the world of dreams reached out for him he was a normal man.... Vulnerable to what he could not fight. Haunting memories danced behind his iris as Felix tuned out just about everything Alex was saying. He heard the screams of people he had killed. He heard the sounds of torture victims that bled by his hand. Now he was kidnapping civilians in hopes of catching and killing a young girl.
He was just a soilder. He didn't question the mission. Felix believed in what GADEM stood for. They were trying to ensure the survival of the human race and it was mutants..... It was mutants that were going to be the great apocalyptic event, like the metors that killed the dinosuars. Mutants were going to take us out. All this worry and doubt lived silently in his gaze. Behind the reassuring graze of a smile that he wore so effortlessly. The nightmares would come tonight, but at least he could accomplish his mission.
It was Saturday morning. The events of the previous night had Adam reeling. Confused. Shaken. He hunted mutants. His son was a mutant. How could things get more fucked up than that? There was no time to find a babysitter. Theresa teenage girl down the stree who usually watched Logan for him wasn't picking up her cell phone. Fucking teens live with the cellphones glued to their hands 24/7 but the minute you need them to answer it it's like shouting down an empty hallway. Adam still wasn't entirely sure that what he saw last night wasn't a halluncination. Some tried of his tired mind.
Honestly, deep down he knew better. There was no kidding himself here. His brother was a mutant. His genes carried the genetics for that potential and his son had gotten the gene that made him different made him special. Suddenly the words he was using for his son were not monster or undesirable, but different and special. Kinder words in his mind for a softer light to be placed around his son. His son was an angel.... He had been up with him half the night just holding him and squeezing him, but now he gently shook him awake. "Hey kiddo.... Dad's got a meeting.
I need you to go with me, because Theresa's not answering the phone." He could see Logan rubbing the sleep from his tiny eyes. He wished he didn't have to bring him along. It was so risky, but not showing up would be worse. He didn't report the attack in his home last night. If agents showed up here they'd want to know why suck a thing went unreported. One lie would lead to the next and his whole delicate web could come skittering down like a deck of cards. Adam looked at his son with the warmth and care he always had. Though his smile seemed practiced. Almost a little forced. "I need you to be my big brave champ and get dressed quickly okay? We're going to be late."
Adam said. Handing a small pair of jeans and a grey sweater with a picture of a kangeroo on it. There was a small pair of jordan tennis shoes sitting in the corner. Adam helped slip them on Logan's feet. He stood up. reaching in his jacket pocket he felt the cool metal of a child sized power collar. He was honestly ashamed now that he even owned this. The thought of putting it on his own son turned his stomach, but it was a precaution they needed to take. He just wanted to put it somewhere it wouldn't be seen. Rolling up one of Logan's pants legs he snapped the collar on around his ankle nad pulled his sock over it.
Then he pulled the pant leg down. There! You couldn't tell at all. "This is going to keep your power hidden son. We don't want anyone to know about it okay?" The honesty in his voice was chipper. It could have been taken in two ways. Logan was a bright intelligent boy. He knew of his dad's power collars and what they did. He knew that his dad put them on mutants before GADEM took them away for good. The fact that he wanted to meet with these people and bring Logan with him was sketchy in itself, but the whole situation left room for down.
"I need you to trust me son." Adam said scooping Logan into his arms. He hurried out of the house and didn't bother locking the door. They were off to meet Alex Tuner and Felix Russell in the park. He needed a full update and things had to appear as normal as possible. Adam was doing the best he could under the circumstances, but he was in over his head. He knew he was. As he drove he stared in there view mirror at Logan. He had a choice ahead of him now. He was already wearing the power collar. Did he turn Logan over and sacrifice his own son for the company he had worked for for so long, in a show of loyalty? After all he already turned in his own brother for the company... Family wasn't completely off the table and the thought about it while he stared at his son's reflection in the mirror. Or, did he lie and cover up? He still wasn't sure as the car stopped in the park's parking lot. A already hot summer early morning.
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2018 14:24:13 GMT by Adam Lithe
Jesse opted to wait in the Jeep. Moving his index finger in a rhythmic motion he rolled a tightly wound ball of water from one end of the dashboard to to the other. He was soooo bored. This was supposed to be action! All it was so far was hurry up and wait. He checked the clock on the dashboard. Only two minutes since the last time he checked. Jesse was jumping out of his skin. He was so used to instant gratification. Hell the only time he ever even drove his jeep was too and from work.
Pedistrian travel was a hassle. Why drive when you could surf? Spreading his hand out and dancing all fight of his fingers on that hand; Jessy caused the ball of water to jump and dive. He rolled it in a circular motion once round the steering wheel. Whipping his arm out the window he sent it flying out the jeep's window. He was going to bounce it off the front door and catch the ball, but Clara stood there instead and the water exploded against her chest as harmeless as a shot from a squirt gun.
It was a good thing he wasn't irritated and decided to nail an icicle to this guy's door. Otherwise Clara would have a lot more to complain about then a little wetness on her shirt. Jesse's hand was frozen in place. He looked like a guy who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He wasn't wearing his mask.
The smile on his face was as honest and apologetic as he could make it. "Get what you needed?" He asked with his inflection rising like the pitch of his eyebrow. She had a heavy ass looking duffle bag. Humans and their guns. Yes, Jesse refered to others as human and himself as something more, he believed himself something more. Since the moment he discovered that he was gifted with abilities, Jesse knew that he had to use them to help others. It was all he honestly ever wanted to do. To be like the heros from his comics.
Destined to be great. More than mortal man at least.... So maybe it was nerdy, but he liked to pretend he was from outter space and that's how he got his powers. Not from something as generic and tedious as mutation. He wanted his backstory to be cool. Even going as far as telling people he was from mars. Though, with Clara he didn't bother. He did't bother with the super hero schitck. He didn't try to impress her with noble ideals and a philosophy that was selfless.
He wasn't completely selfless... In fact, he was rather immature. Though immaturity and reason were things that went well together from time to time. Sometimes all you needed was to look at life through the eyes of someone optimistic and you knew you were doing the right thing. It was bright out. The sun was hot in the sky and they were approaching noon.
Little did they know that Marty had already escaped his confines only to get snatched by the babysitting agents and tossed right back in the cellar. There was a guard sitting across from him reading a newspaper and another upstairs making coffee. That was it... Just two measley guards keeping them from Marty's freedom.... And they had an address for the safehouse. What could be simpler?
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2018 19:30:36 GMT by Splashdown
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 27, 2018 17:02:37 GMT
Clara looked to Jesse with an almost annoyed glare, “I’m hallway to certain that you have a thing for wet t-shirts”, she felt guilty for the soft laugh that slipped through her lips knowing Marty’s somewhere suffering for her transgressions in the name of a morbid justice but noble cause. She nodded solemnly at the guns strapped to her thighs, the soft touch of something cold and solid inside the confines of her boots. “I think I’m just about ready to take on a whole army”, her lips tilted into a cocky smirk but her eyes drowned in a darkness welled deep inside the confines of her mind, an abyss of sinister thoughts after the death of her father and everyone else GADEM so cruelly ripped from this earth, “I’m gonna tear Their throats out with my bare hands when I find them”. The words were soft, meant only to soothe the burning voice of merciless revenge echoing in her mind.
“Let’s go. We’re running out of time”, Clara was rushed to get to Marty, a searing desire to see his face and feel the very alive beating of his heart against the walls of his chest. Clara’s eyes were focused, when she felt the jeep shift into a slower pace she turned to glance at Jesse with a trademark determined glance, she never wanted Marty to be trapped in her circumstances but she bathed in the raw grace of chaos and she mastered the art of winning when she was still young. “Drop me off two houses down, I need you to get Marty out of there”, her eyes almost drew a teary sorrow but she forced a mask of determination instead, “What I’m about to do, he doesn’t need to see that. He doesn’t need to know he’s been loving a monster for two years”, she didn’t want to hear words of sympathy or comfort so she pushed open the door and swung her legs onto the sidewalk.
Clara was a strong person, physically yes but mostly mentally and there she was wiping a few salty drops from her cheeks before she bathed in the normal routine of merciless wrath. She didn’t waste time being slow, calculative. Instead she circled the house, forced her foot into the door. The thud ripped through her knee and landed in her hip, she felt the pain of her aching muscles linger from the assault from Felix. Clara knew her left arm was weak, she’d have to be careful not to put her faith in the weak rotation of her injured shoulder.
The door flew open with surprising force as she sauntered inside, the agent looked confused and she wondered if Alex and Felix even bothered telling them about her. She winked at the older gentleman before grabbing a bottle of bourbon from the table and throwing it at him. He dodged the glass bottle in time to see her closing the distance, Clara shoved her boot into his groin and drew his face into the shelf to his right. She heard the pleasant crack of his nose and circled her hands around his thick neck before snapping the life from his body.
When she heard nothing upstairs she made a calculated guess and suspected he had the one partner, the one set of feet thudding from the basement. Clara wasn’t seeing anything except red rage, she didn’t know where Jesse was or if he even followed inside to see the monstrous darkness laced in her gaze. Clara waited patiently at the top of the stairs until the door swung open to reveal another agent. She grinned down at him, the poor bastard drew the short straw and he’d suffer her torture until he divulged the location of the devil incarnate and the bitch he worked with.
“You’re one unlucky bastard”, Clara knocked the gun he drew from his hand with a rough tug against his finger’s bones, they cracked and twisted under the pressure while a bullet fired past her head. Her fist landed into the soft skin of his eye before she watched him roll down the set of stairs. Clara followed with a dark glance, she was going to rip the skin off the bastard if that’s what it took but she was driven to an anchored spot.
“Marty”, his name rolled off her tongue like the taste of heaven, suddenly she wasn’t the complete shell of a monster and humanity seeped into her gaze, an endless love swimming in her sight for a man she’d happily sacrifice herself with. Clara heard the groan from the agent as he drew to his feet, she didn’t want Marty to see what she had no choice but to do, her boot ripped into the agent’s temple to drive in the taste of an unconscious slumber.
Clara fell to her knees in front of Marty with tears brimming her eyes, “I’m so sorry you got caught up in all this. I love you so much, I’m gonna fix this. I’ll make it right”, she looked up to seek Jesse’s gaze with a solemn nod.
Alex didn’t crumble at the cold, harsh glare dancing in Lithe’s eyes, she expected as much when Felix told her about the meet. She matched his glare with a stoic, steely gaze of her own even if she was cautious just how bad his wrath at their fuck would end up being. Her brow lifted as she took in every single word, at least the asshole was doing his job right. Alex hardly ever gave a shit for her superiors but he was more informed about the last twelve hours in their life than half the dicks she had to answer to in all her years working for GADEM.
Her eyes slit into a dark glare at the thought of the little bitch getting another one over on them, she wanted to rip Clara’s head clean off her shoulders for the whole fucking mess. She was halfway to a rude comment about how he was too calm about it all when he mentioned her father. Her lips tilted into the ghost of a plan at the thought of having leverage over Clara that might be more than enough to throw her off balance for as long as they needed to reflect on her illegal feats.
“If that’s the case sir, I suggest we use her father to end her assaults”, Alex fell into a concentrated silence thereafter. She was taking in every word Lithe uttered and stored it in the recesses of her memory, that was until he called a no-kill order on Clara. “That’s fucking bullshit, is the death of our agents worth keeping her alive. All due respect, she’s bad for business and it’s surely in our best interests to lock her up”, Alex didn’t want to look at her partner fearing he’d see the disappointment and fury laced in her gaze. she wanted to bring Clara to GADEM, it was her job and now she was told it wasn’t allowed. Alex didn’t like playing a game with rules that bent at a single man’s whim.
“You’re sending us after a mutant with political ties over a seasoned killer taking down agents every other weekend?”, the question left her lips with a rude tone she didn’t intend. Alex couldn’t grasp the concept of letting one girl live regardless of how many men and woman she killed in the name of some personal justice system fueled by her love for mutants.
Alex honestly didn’t know what to do, she shoved the file into Felix’ hands afraid she’d tear the fucking thing apart if she kept it in her grasp. It took a while for her to calm the anger at their new orders but when she did it was easier to face Lithe without feeling the dire need to kick his feet from under him. While she’d absolutely love the touch of her knuckles against the skin of his cheek for fucking with their case priorities she thought it was better to keep the anger huddled inside instead of forcing it into an unnecessary confrontation.
Adam stood in the park with Logan at his side. The calm demeanor of a cautious man played over his features. Inisde he was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and and broken loyalties. He saw the car pull up and he saw his agents get out of the car. He stood his ground against the fear rising in his stomach. Everything is normal. They made their way over and Adam watched as the prettier of the two gave Logan a wave. It made his skin crawl. The gesture in itself was harmless, but the thought of how she'd feel if she knew the truth just made him itch. Adam turned to Logan himself now.
"Hey buddy, Dad's gotta talk to some people now okay? We don't you go over and play on the swingset?" There was a smile on his face reserved just for Logan. A warm fatherly smile that said 'Everything is going to be okay son.' Adam waited for him to leave before standing up from his crouch and turning to face the agents. The woman extended her hand for a handshake. Adam looked down at her hand for a moment, then back to her. Taking her hand he shook it firmly. Regardless of their activities yesterday Adam still had to have this meeting. Had he not been attacked in his home yesterday, or these two attacking someone else in their home. This meeting would have still been noice autem nessesarium.
Adam didn't harbor the same warm fatherly smile for these two that he did his son. His eyes looked cold. Disappointed. Harsh even. The wind pushed it's way throug his short hair and for the longest time he did not speak. He allowed their own guilts and nervousness to fill in the blanks of the speech to come. Adam turned back to see Logan running to a swingset just beyond his view. "Stay where I can see you buddy." The smooth sweetness sliding into his tone with care and concern, only to be replaced by more hard looks when his son was absent from his gaze.
"Don't speak. You don't have to say a word, I'm up to date on every move you've made. I'm familiar with your cases and judging from the reports I had emailed to me you two attacked two civilian humans in their homes...." Here comes the disappointment. "The target escaped, but you managed to retain one captive...Her boyfriend. Along with the mutant you two assumed was dead and left behind. Also escaped and in the wind now..." Adam rubbed his hand over his chin. "You left agents with the boyfriend correct?" Felix tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and nodded. "Low level expendable guys?" Felix replied. "Protocol isn't it?"
Adam smiled. "Yes, yes it is.... They're probably already dead and your hostage is more than likely already rescued." Felix's face stiffened a bit as he heard the pure contempt in his bosses voice. Only, it wasn't contempt. It sounded hopeful? "Sir?" "Clara Winslow is killing agents in some misguided attempt at justice. She blames GADEM for killing her father when she was a child." Adam spoke as dryly as if he was reciting pages from an old book.
"What she doesn't know is for the last 20 odd years her father has been held in a GADEM facility. Her father is an astral projector. If that power rings a bell it's becasue Daydream one of the X-Men is gifted with that very same ability. A beautiful and unique talent and with it the power to change the course or reality to whatever dreamlike pleasure she fancies. Mr. Winslow was never that powerful... We tried to coax it out of him, but I'm afraid he doesn't possess that same level of uniqueness. Clara however..... She hasn't demonstrated abilities in the public eye, but she's also killing GADEM agents left right and center. ALL Agents are under a strict NOKILL order on Clara Winslow. Is that understood? We've allowed her to retain her freedom this long and she doesn't know it but she's been under observation for a very long time now. She's a lab rat in a cage, only the cage is as open and as free as she wants. Also recently she's come into contact with the vigalante known as Splashdown. I take it that's what happened to your hand."
Felix scoffed, but he didn't look Adam in the eye. Adam didn't look them in the eye either. As he spoke he kept cautiously looking around for his son. Not seeing him he grew anxious, though he wanted to retain his level of professionalism. "As for the rest of your case files..... Redirect your attention to this one." Adam said handing them a file on Wreckshop. It was the same hitchhiking little bitch from the other night. Felix felt a lump in his throat and a weight in his trousers but he didn't dare say that he let her slip through his dumb uncaring fingers. "She's a high priority. Congradualtions, your fuck ups weren't actually fuck ups, but try not to fuck up anymore? Do you have any questions for me?" He asked with a gruff tone. Adam stared at Felix and then to Alex..... He hoped that they didn't so he could get back to his son as quickly as possible.
Last Edit: Jun 27, 2018 18:25:50 GMT by Adam Lithe
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Marty didn't even see a hint of devilish intent in the asshole's gaze. He made it out of that hellish basement and across the street to a man pulling some bags out of a car. He gave Marty one hell of a curious look as he bounded over to him crying hysterically and sniveling down his shirt. It was not manly, in the slightest, but then again.
He was well past his breaking point. He didn't know if his brother was alive or dead. His girlfriend as it turned out was.... He honestly didn't even know. It just didn't make sense. The fact that people would attack them for whatever the reason couldn't have possibly made sense. Marty had never even heard of GADEM.
It wasn't like they advertised and took up space on the local billboards. Marty made it across the street only to be knocked out cold and drug back to the hell from which he escaped. Waking up in that dank dark dungeon Marty groaned. "Oh nooooo! I was just here!" It was enough to get a chuckle and a smirk from the agent babysitting him. "What do you people want?"
Marty bellowed. He said nothing. Marty was still cuffed, but at least it wasn't behind his back anymore. He pulled himself to his feet. Growing tired of being afraid he was challenging the situation now. "Tell me what you want or let me go!
I have rights god damn you!" The agent offered another chuckle. Marty started to storm over to him when he got a swift punch in the throat. Gasping for air and falling on his ass Marty choked and coughed and fought for the air for his lungs.
Despite the failure he was going to get right back up and try it again. The first second he caught his breathe. Then some commotion upstairs. The agent lost interest in Marty's cute show of bravery and pulled a gun and started charging up the stairs. To Marty's surprise He watched Clara emerge from the shadows like a fucking guardian angel of mercy.
At first there was only overwhelming relief. Relief that she was okay. Relief that he might be okay. Things seemed better, and worse all at the same time as feelings of fear and confusion swam to the surface to dance and mingle with his other perplexed thoughts. He reached up a cuffed hand and touched her cheek. His hand jerked back as if he were expecting it to burn. She was real. She was really here. He flinched when he heard thudding footsteps come barreling down after her. Clara was talking, but Marty's panicked eyes shot to the masked man with the wicked neon lights.
"What the hell is that thing?!?!?" Marty screamed. He shook and recoiled. And it was only Clara's focus that brought him back... Tiding into the grasp of her calm confession. "I forgive you! GOD I FORGIVE YOU!" Marty didn't care. She was safe, and he was happy for it. He didn't even understand what he was forgiving her for, but it didn't matter.
He kept a eye on the masked man. He wore a black hoody with the hood up and he seemed wired with nervous energy. "Ms. Winslow! The time for apology is later! We have to go. Are you ready?" He asked. The shocking wave or robotic tone pulsed in Marty's ears. He looked at the masked man and then to Clara...
Growing more confused by the second. "Wha.... who is this guy?" Splashdown placed a hand on both Marty and Clara's shoulders and they bled into a puddle. Mixing slightly with the blood on the floor, when they reemerged their clothes would be covered in blood... Though he ran to the drain in the floor. The little access that let out in case the basement got flooded.
The three of them seeped into the ground and ran across the fine wet grass until rolling up the side of Jesse's jeep. Reforming into their physical forms in the respective seats.... Jesse behind the wheel. "Buckle up Ms. Winslow... Crybaby friend...." He gestured to Marty with a playful nod and sped off down the street. Leaving behind them more GADEM corpses. Which of course was a calling card of Ms. Winslow.
Alex didn’t crumble at the cold, harsh glare dancing in Lithe’s eyes, she expected as much when Felix told her about the meet. She matched his glare with a stoic, steely gaze of her own even if she was cautious just how bad his wrath at their fuck would end up being. Her brow lifted as she took in every single word, at least the asshole was doing his job right. Alex hardly ever gave a shit for her superiors but he was more informed about the last twelve hours in their life than half the dicks she had to answer to in all her years working for GADEM.
Her eyes slit into a dark glare at the thought of the little bitch getting another one over on them, she wanted to rip Clara’s head clean off her shoulders for the whole fucking mess. She was halfway to a rude comment about how he was too calm about it all when he mentioned her father. Her lips tilted into the ghost of a plan at the thought of having leverage over Clara that might be more than enough to throw her off balance for as long as they needed to reflect on her illegal feats.
“If that’s the case sir, I suggest we use her father to end her assaults”, Alex fell into a concentrated silence thereafter. She was taking in every word Lithe uttered and stored it in the recesses of her memory, that was until he called a no-kill order on Clara. “That’s fucking bullshit, is the death of our agents worth keeping her alive. All due respect, she’s bad for business and it’s surely in our best interests to lock her up”, Alex didn’t want to look at her partner fearing he’d see the disappointment and fury laced in her gaze. she wanted to bring Clara to GADEM, it was her job and now she was told it wasn’t allowed. Alex didn’t like playing a game with rules that bent at a single man’s whim.
“You’re sending us after a mutant with political ties over a seasoned killer taking down agents every other weekend?”, the question left her lips with a rude tone she didn’t intend. Alex couldn’t grasp the concept of letting one girl live regardless of how many men and woman she killed in the name of some personal justice system fueled by her love for mutants.
Alex honestly didn’t know what to do, she shoved the file into Felix’ hands afraid she’d tear the fucking thing apart if she kept it in her grasp. It took a while for her to calm the anger at their new orders but when she did it was easier to face Lithe without feeling the dire need to kick his feet from under him. While she’d absolutely love the touch of her knuckles against the skin of his cheek for fucking with their case priorities she thought it was better to keep the anger huddled inside instead of forcing it into an unnecessary confrontation.
Clara felt every ounce of pain wash away at Marty’s touch and she almost reached out to sob in his arms if only in relief but when he jerked back she felt her heart shatter. Every piece of her soul broke like a mirror greeting the ground in gravity’s heavy embrace, did he think she was a monster? Clara thought he saw her for the merciless monster that she knew she was, she never thought anything could hurt that much. She was almost certain the broken pieces of her being danced in the pale color washing over her cheeks and the tired sadness dancing in her gaze.
“He’s a friend”, Clara looked to splashdown with an honest smile. What he was willing to do for her was more than she could ask of anyone and every fiber of her being appreciated his efforts. Color seeped back into her cheeks at Marty’s words, she had to force herself to keep a steady façade at the overwhelming relief flooding her system. There was still embers of a strict belief that Marty saw her as a monster slowly eating away at her sanity but there wasn’t time to try and convince him he was the anchor to her humanity and the closest version of who she truly was.
“Clara”, she corrected with a soft chuckle before leaning her forehead against Marty for a brief second. she pulled the jacket from her shoulders, “I need one second okay. I’ll explain everything later”, she gently draped the jacket over his shoulders and stood up to talk to splashdown in a hushed whisper. “Please make sure he doesn’t see”, she stepped past him and dragged the GADEM agent into a corner out of sight. Clara pulled the knife from her boot and slashed at his throat, she knew Felix and Alex would understand the warning. Her fingers dug into his pocket for a cellphone tucked inside the folds of fabric.
“Let’s get out of here”, she wiped the blood on her fingertips onto her pants before she reached out to hold onto Marty before a strange feeling of nausea and excitement drew them into a puddle. She felt the awful touch of crimson to her liquid senses and she almost vomited when they slammed into a solid state inside the jeep. Inside she couldn’t contain herself anymore, she reached out to cup Marty’s cheeks in her hands with a desperate need to taste the life coating his lips.
Clara leaned in for a tender kiss, fearful it might be the last after he finds out the truth. “I never meant for this to happen. I swear, I’m always so careful and I, I don’t know how I fucked up but I did and”, she paused for a second to catch her breath, “I’m just glad you’re okay. What did they do to you? Are you hurt?”, her fingers gently caressed his skin looking for the telltale signs of torture. Every scratch he had she’d give them tenfold.
Clara looked down to the phone in her palm, she dialed the last number with a dark intent and turned to look at the world pass by outside the window. Her lips tilted into a grim smile at the sound of Alex’s voice, “Let’s get one thing straight, Marty isn’t fair game and if you ever come near him again I’ll rip you apart”, she ended the call with an abrupt touch and tossed the phone through the open window.
Clara looked to Jesse, almost in an effort to find the courage to tell Marty the truth. “There’s so much I have to tell you, I swear I never meant to hurt you Charmer. You’re the only thing that matters to me”, the words were dripping with raw honesty as she fought the desire to reach out and touch his fingers, she was afraid he’d jerk back again and she’d be left feeling like a monster again even if the feeling never really died down.
"Together, we’re gonna rise with the morning light."
Logan couldn’t sleep as his dad had sent him off to bed. He was nervous, scared, maybe even paranoid at the thought of what his father needed to make calls about. He didn’t want to be taken from his dad, he didn’t want to lose his place in his dad’s heart and home. He couldn’t keep from crying himself to eventual sleep. Every so often he woke with nightmares of being thrown into a cell to never see the light of day or his father’s smile. But eventually he was able to get a few hours of sleep.
Morning had come all too soon for Logan as his dad woke him from his slumber. He rubbed at his raw eyes, they were still just a bit pink from his crying and his nose was still a little runny. Logan sniffled some as he got dressed hearing that he had to go with his dad to some meeting. He sat on the bed as his dad put his shoes on his feet, Logan’s blue eyes opening and closing from grogginess. He was still so sleepy from everything and his body was sore. But what woke him up was the feeling of something on his leg. When he looked down his eyes widened as he looked at the power collar.
Logan could feel tears welling up again and it hurt as he wiped at them. His dad was probably going to take him in and he wouldn’t be able to see him again. He wished he could hug his mom right now. Have her just appear by his side to tell him things would be alright, but he knew they wouldn’t. He wasn’t that naive. He knew how the world was so cruel to those that were so innocent.
Logan wanted to trust his dad more than anything in this world, but everything to him was pointing to being disappeared from the world because of him developing these powers. With the collar on his ankle there was more of a weight on his shoulders than ever. His tears though were on a hairline trigger. In the car he laid his head against the window watching the scenery go by, it could possibly be the last time he saw it.
Getting to the park he opened the door and stood by the car with his dad. It felt so awkward as he looked around at the playground. Normally he’d have been happy to play while his dad did something for work, but this was different and he couldn’t bring himself to be happy to be there. It could turn to him leaving forever. Logan crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the car. His brow furrowed as he was stuck in his head, until he heard footsteps approaching. When he looked up he saw a pretty blonde lady that waved at him with a smile. He tried his best to give a smile and waved back before his dad told him to go play on the swingset. “You don’t play on a swingset, you swing…” He said offhandedly and walked away.
He walked around and noticed a few of the swings had been wrapped up too high for him to get to. He hated being small. He looked to the other ones that his dad couldn’t see too well and shrugged. Hearing his dad he yelled back, “I know!” He wasn’t being a smart aleck about it, he was just stating he knew and walked over to one his dad could still see him at. But once on the swing he couldn’t bring himself to really get started. He leaned his head against the chain as he sat swaying in the air just thinking. The chains squeaked with his weight as he just swayed in the soft breeze. He glared at his leg, at the collar that was hidden beneath the clothes. He wasn’t normal anymore, he would never be normal again, and he hated himself so much for it. He had no clue that this gene ran through the family with his Uncle Kyle. He honestly didn’t know much about him except the vague details his dad had told him.
Felix couldn't believe any of this shit. Here they were both bleeding. Injured. Hell he had a god damned hole in his hand and Alex had one in her shoulder and they were told to just leave it alone? His lips curled in a sneer at the thought of letting that bitch Clara get a one up over him. He was already considering disobeying a direct order until he heard Adam clear his throat.
His eyes shot over to the boss who by this point Felix was ready to slap. "Ms. Turner if our agents were killed by that woman, then they weren't agents worth having in the first place. Don't take it personally. This is a results driven field.
We need top tier talent not minor league bullshit. Any agent who allows themselves to get killed deserved it quite frankly." Felix grinded his teeth. He honestly felt the same way, though it was a little different when you were the one being called expendable. "So Wreckshop then? What do we do when we find her?"
Adam looked up a moment. "You take her down without a single scratch. She's not to be harmed. If you haven't heard and your heads are as far up your asses as i think they are....Her father just became the President of the United States. She is to be detained and transfered to my facility up in Syrecuse. Now get to fucking work I have to take care of my son."
Adam snapped coldly and walked off. Felix waited until he was well out of hearing distance before speaking up to Alex. "You believe that asshole?" He turned to look at the pout on her lips and he almost felt bad for her. He can't imagine special agent 'peferct ass and nice tits' had been chewed out by her superiors very often. "Come on... I'll buy you a burger. I need to fucking eat." He said walking back to the car. "You like Burger Baby right?"
"Don't worry dear child, Mommy will keep you safe and loved in this cruel bitter world!
Delilah tired of waiting for the police man to make up his mind. She stood from her seat on the bench and lightly unruffled her dress. "Ma'am sit back down." The cop instructed her. She was bored by this. Her children had already gotten away.
She had been stalling up until this point, but now what was the use? "Put your hands in the air! I mean it!" Delilah did as she was instructed and held her hands in the air. Only one of her hands shaped and changed into a long splintery spike and shot forward. The length of her finger stretched and raced towards him until it was piercing out of the back of his skull.
Her spike finger went through his right eye and came out the back of his skull. People ran in terror, but their screams were drowned out by jackhammers and construction nearby. She was in the park. With the GADEM agents Felix and Alex and Adam and.....Logan.
Deliah was covered in blood and that simply would not do. She stepped over the two dead bodies that laid neatly by her feet and changed her appearance. She made herself appear younger, more attractive and honestly just all around more youthful than what she was. This was a face she had used before. A face she used quite a bit. When she did decide to morph and change her appearance to a young beautiful woman it was this face that she chose. Delilah had a pink bow in her hair that sat just off to the side. Her dress was a long flowing blue dress and she had pink pumps on that clickety clacked against the cement sidewalk.
No one had seen her change. No one had witnessed the shift from blood covered old woman to that of a young girl. She walked quietly down the path. She had been on the very far side of the park away from the agents, but as she walked she came into view of a little swingset.
Delilah moved over to the swing set where she saw a young boy playing all by himself. "Hello." She said to Logan. "Mind if I sit down?" She asked with a glowing smile. She bat her eyes at Logan and sat on the swing beside. "My name's Delilah! What's your name?" She asked beginning to give herself a little light swing on the swing. "What are you doing out here by yourself? Are you lost little boy?"
Alex couldn’t argue his valid point, any agent who died by the hands of an inexperienced little brat with throwing knives wasn’t worth keeping but it still dwindled their number of soldiers should a war arise from the tension between the humans and their evolved counterparts. She almost glared at Felix for going with the change of plan so easily but she knew he was playing the game, the same game she excelled with. Her lips tilted into a confidence she carried in the face of nearly everything. Alex hated politics about as much as she hated junior agents.
“If you want the bouncy ball sir, we’ll deliver”, there was a light tone of sarcasm before she turned to face her partner with a forced look of calm surrender to the orders of her superiors. “He’s half right at least, doesn’t mean I like letting that little bitch live”, she shook her shoulders to wipe the fury from her aching muscles. Alex knew she didn’t get where she was by mulling over regrets and grudges, she was a damn good agent and she’d be damned if one girl ruined her ability to do her job.
“I’m not gonna argue food”, she tried to keep the genuine smile from her lips but it still bled through in a ghost of a grin atop her lips. “I’m starving”, she easily followed along the same route before opening her door and leaning onto the roof of the vehicle with a playful grin spreading over her features and a hint of mischief in her gaze.
“I hope you didn’t make any plans tonight”, she winked playfully before sliding into the car and waiting for Felix to relax into the seat next to her. “If we’re gonna survive each other we might as well start over with a round of drinks”, she shook her painful shoulder with happy excitement and pulled the car back out with a dark glare fading away the farther she got from Lithe and his fucked up order. Alex was almost nervous he’d reject her idea but she didn’t care too much, if he didn’t want to go out and have some fun she’d do it by herself. Eventually she’d stumble onto some good company and maybe she’d drown her frustrations in a more pleasurable manner.
make believe that things will stay this way and that our hearts won't break
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Marty didn't have any of the answers. He didn't know what to think or how to feel. He wasn't sure because Clara hadn't told him anything real. She had offered him half baked apologies and more than a little condolences about his brother's demise But Marty felt....Numb.
He grew quiet for a long time. He didn't even realize the car was moving as Splashdown drove around the side of the drive through. Joey's dead? He thought quietly. His heart was racing a million miles a minute and he had all these questions but for some reason his tongue was led. It weighed two billion pounds in his mouth and refused to allow him to speak. So instead he just stared at the floorboards. Bloody battered. Hurting all over, but that didn't compare to the hurt he was feeling on the inside.
His brother was dead and he knew that it was Clara's fault. He didn't react. Couldn't bring himself to hate her. Couldn't find the courage to forgive her. He just sat there... Staring at floorboards. "Oh my god!" Marty looked up to see the startled fast food worker. "The money is in a safe we can't open it without the manager sir." The woman said. Splashdown was confused for a second. "No.... I'm not robbing you. I'm just hungry."
He handed her a fifty dollar bill. She took it nervously and handed him the food. "I'm a super hero. You have a good day citzen!" Splashdown recited with cheesy cringyness. Marty didn't react to it either. He was still just staring at the fucking floorboards. Splashdown drove off and across the street to the wal mart to find a parking space to eat in peace. He was completely disregarding the other people in the car until he realized he couldn't eat with his mask on.
"Fuck!" Marty actually looked up. Splashdown was staring at him in that creepy weird mask and that deep robot voice asked him if he wanted his food. "You want this? I can't eat without revealing my true secret Identity. A hero never reveals his..." He caught a shut up look from Clara in the backseat and stopped his speach mid sentence. "Im feeling like you two need some privacy....I'm just gonna....."
Without another word he melted into the seat and dripped out from under the door. It was harder than just opening a door handle, but he was into theatrics. So screw it. Marty looked up for the second time. His eyes met Clara's and they were filled with questions. Questions that NEEDED answers. "Tell me everything Clara. And don't bullshit me. Joey is dead. And i want to know why." He said softly but firmly.
Post by Clara Winslow on Jul 12, 2018 19:31:33 GMT
Clara glared up at the fast food worker, she was sort of glad she left the duffel zipped up knowing the sight of a gun arrangement wasn’t entirely supporting splashdown’s explanation of hunger. Her tongue flicked out over her chapped lips as she turned back to Marty, any other day she might have laughed at the misunderstanding but her focus was on the battered face dancing in uncertainty, the face of the man she loved and deceived and she hated herself for it. Her chin lifted at Jesse’s words and while she barely knew him she found herself comfortably glaring at him in a silent gesture to shut up.
While Clara was terrified at being alone with Marty purely for the idea that her deepest, darkest secrets would ripple to the surface and she was sure she’d lose him. Clara was nearly assured she’d lose the man she loved because she didn’t know when to give up on revenge. She nodded with the remnant of a quivering lip, Clara had to force herself into a façade of confidence in the worry she might break entirely and weakness like that was unknown to her. She didn’t know what it was like to break down, to lose herself to the overflow of sadness and worry and she knew Marty was her sole weakness, she couldn’t lose him but she had no way to break out of the lie anymore.
“I lied to you, about a lot of things and I’m sorry but I’ll try to start from the beginning. My dad was murdered when I was fourteen for being a mutant, before that and ever since there’s a government agency called G.A.D.E.M who hunts his kind. I’m not like that, there’s nothing about me that’s special except my aim. I know it’s wrong and you can call me a monster, it won’t be a lie – I’ve been working to stop GADEM ever since. Everything I do is for the mutants, everything I fight for is to win GADEM and I’m sorry I never told you. I’ve always been good at keeping it separate but I don’t know when or how, I fucked up and they found me. I lead them to you, to Joey and I know you probably wont’ ever be able to forgive me for that. I’m so sorry Marty, I wish I could go back and stop them before it even happened”, she stopped to take a shaky breath and leaned back, her gaze diverted to her shaking fingers for a second.
“I’m a killer, you deserve better”, she didn’t have the heart to look him in the eyes. For all she knew he could finally see the layers of crimson that stained her hands or the dozens of lives that lay waste in her path. Clara was afraid she’d look up to see her end, to see their end in the fragile honesty of his gaze and she wasn’t prepared to accept a future without him. for the first time in her life she was honestly terrified and Clara had no idea how to deal with it.
