Time slipped by like a blur. He wasn't really sure how much time had passed since he escaped that fucking place. Honestly he'd still be there if it wasn't for the surprise arrival of a cyborg with a seriously fucked up face. Still, he was grateful. He didn't have to sit inside that fucking cell anymore.
Now he sat in a prison of his own design. Quietly swishing around the contents of a dirty glass. The liquor helped with the nightmares. He was brought out of his cell from time to time to 'do god's work.' Whatever the fuck that meant. He was able to see everything happening before his eyes but he was powerless to stop it.
Mute took a sip of the poison lingering ins his gloved fingers. He stared at the TV playing above the bar. "In other news, President elect Bob Devin has made a surprising leap forward in the polls today. If elected this could mean some seriously new stringent mutant regulation laws, the supreme court..." Mute erupted in a slur of anger.
"TURN THAT SHIT OFF!" The bartender cast him a look. "Think you've had about enough pal. Why don't you wonder drunk in the street somewhere." Mute glared at him. He leaned forward a little almost slipping off his bar stool. "Hey, FUCK YOU!" The bartender was done now.
"Get the fuck out of here, and don't come back!" Mute slipped a $20 on the table and stumbled out. He was greeted by the cool chill of the south Detroit night air. The wind on his skin, prickling and prodding. He closed his eyes a minute and breathed deep as hair whipped around his face. A sickly feeling pushed through his throat and caused him to lean on a street pole.
He was going to get sick. Somehow he fought the urge. "Watch it buddy!" Someone said nearly knocking him right the fuck over. Brian tumbled backward and hit the wall. He slipped down the wall a pathetic shell and slumped to the ground. "Hey this guy's really wasted." The guy said. His buddy laughed. "Yeah, he's fucked up.
Check his wallet!" He urged excitedly looking around. Brian felt the calming silence of his ability coursing into the tips of his fingers but it was useless against humans. He couldn't even defend himself. He could barely lift his head. The guilt causing him to bury what was left of his life in booze he hit rock bottom. Brian sneered.
"You better fuck off." He groaned. He pushed his arm up to stop them but he was greeted with a stiff punch to the jaw. And then another and another. He felt his shoes being ripped from his feet. His wallet was stolen and so was his jacket. Brian laid there in a puddle of booze, drool and blood and wondered what the fuck he bothered escaping for.
The world didn't care about anyone, mutant or human it was all fucked. The scream of police sirens approached from the distance. Though the cop car went flying past him to someone who was more deserving of assistance. He laid in the gutter with a busted lip and stared at the street light above him. What the fuck is happening to me he wondered.
[attr="class","bsbody"]Time had passed for the most part like a tornado and she had found it hard to fit back into her life in Detroit. Honestly this was the one place she swore she would never see again and after the fiasco with GADEM she could've run again. Though not likely she would've gotten a pardon from Lulu a second time. Not one that the guys in the club would follow but seems Lulu had plans of her own and the club split. She was torn because even though she had wanted to see Lulu there was no place for her in New York. Not with her ex lingering over her shoulder like a ghost of fucking Christmas past.
On her shoulders she still wore the same old worn Fools jacket but instead on Williams Nickname patch on the back a new one with hers had been placed. Bastina was the new leader of the fools in Detroit and for a kid she didn't seem half bad at handling things that needed to be done. Then again with Mouse as her VP then she was going to do well and Vince as her right hand at the table then the Kid was going to Flourish. Taze had a few run in with mouse and they were mostly alcohol induced moments that left her sneaking out of his apartment at un godly hours in the morning. Not that she ever had a thing for him but it was a way to ease her nerves and ward off loneliness.
Down the streets of Detroit she watched as some poor drunken sap got mugged and the idiots came past her. Reaching out both hands she grabbed the arms of both of them and they made some cocky lines about her just having to ask and she could have all of it. Electricity coursed through her fingertips and the mean crumpled to the ground groaning. Grabbing back the mans jacket and wallet she also picked both the muggers wallets. Taking a bit of cash out she threw the leather bound items at their owners. "Next time pick on someone who can fight back shit stains." Taze spoke as she stepped over the men on the ground and headed across the street to the man not slumped in a gutter.
Kneeling beside him her fingers touched his face and a small tingle of static shock buzzed. Though her eyes grew a bit wider when she realized he was the man from the cell next to her at GADEM. "Okay buddy lets get you inside somewhere." Looking around she tried to figure out where to go once she got him to his feet. A cheap corner motel wasn't far she she helped him there and paid for a room. She wasn't about to take him to the club and have a lecture about bringing strays back from any of the snarky little shits there. Getting into the room she plopped the guy onto the bed and he was still pretty out of it so she sat in a chair by the window watching the city lights quietly.
Brian wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but he could feel himself being lifted from the gutter. His head lolled to the side and caught a bright taste of street light. It was enough to make him wince against the sudden obnoxious beams and cover his face. "The fuck you taking me?" He groaned. He tried to wrestle back. He didn't have the energy. In his mind this was G.A.D.E.M. Here to ruin his life again. It wasn't. It was the one purely nice thing to happen in his life in years, but try telling him that.
Brian felt himself pushed up against a wall and he somehow managed to stay upright as she took out her wallet and paid for a room. She used the mugger's money so Karma was still hard at work checking the balances and making sure shit stayed in order. His eyes cracked open long enough to catch a glimpse of the brunette doll from the cell next door.
His mind rushed with a wave of possibilities. Surely this couldn't be a coincidence, but he was too far gone to give a shit. His mind was not able to make the staggered connections of the here and the impossible. The chance meeting was simply that chance. It had no better connection.
This didn't mean she was working with G.A.D.E. now. It didn't mean that she had intentions to drag his ass back, but he smiled. He smiled against the wave of euphoric drunkenness that had become everything his life revolved around now. This wasn't the first night he was tossed out of a bar. It probably wouldn't be the last. The drop of alcohol made the nightmares go away. He couldn't sleep any other way.
Brian was out of it. For the most part he was ready to accept whatever this was. Put an end to the nightmares once and for all if he had too, but he couldn't remember her power. Regardless a warm pulse of energy waved out of him and the room became devoid of all sound for a second. Thankfully she was done talking to the man at the counter because the absense of sound went mostly unnoticed as he jammed up her abilities.
If she wanted to take him she'd have to do it the old fashion way. 'Come on bitch.' He thought as she came towards him. Though the sudden jerky motion of her grabbing his arm and throwing it around her shoulder made him nauseated. Suddenly all the fight went rushing out of him as he tried his damnest to hang on to the contents of his stomach. It wasn't long they moved across the parking lot and he was tossed onto a soft bed. He was confused now.
What were they doing at a motel? He flashed her a curios glance. "You're not here to take me back...." His words spilled out slowly, more a statement then a questions, but it was a self realization. His eyes flicked to hers. Suddenly the realization had a quite sobbering effect. He could feel his thoughts again at least storming his clouded mind as the clouds parted. He had so many questions.
The pulse of his ability had long sense faded. He didn't try to jam her power nor did he fear it... He wanted to hear everything.... "How have you been?" He asked stupidly. Like they were old friends or something instead of strangers. It was the best his staggered mind could come up with in the moment and an honest genuine smile dared to grace his lips.
Why did she even bother sticking her neck out for some man she didn't even know. They shared brief conversation when locked in the hellhole but that was about it. She didn't owe him anything and the fact that she plopped him in a hotel freed her from whatever imaginary debt she felt was owed. Why was she still sitting here in this room instead of ditching his ass the first chance? Maybe because she was struggling to find any part of the role she had in this city. If it wasn't for William she would've followed Lulu to New York but instead, she was here and wishing she had stayed away.
When he finally spoke up her gaze moved over to him for a brief moment. Rising from her seat she walked over to the mini bar and opened the fridge. Looking over all the little mini bottles she pulled a few out and opped the cap on one before downing it. "Why the fuck would I take you back?" Her eyes darted back over to him as she downed another bottle of Jack. Taking a few bottles over to the bed he was on she sat down on the foot of it.
"Well, I'm just shitty. I never should've come back to this shit hole of a town. Like it was going to be something different than when I left and ya know the worst part is he looks I get from the guys. Like I'm just some pathetic leftover of one of the other members. ughhhh." Brittney was ranting and this guy wouldnt even know what she was talking about but atleast she could get it out. Laying back on the bed with a annoyed groan she stared at the ceiling. "How have you been... silence?...Quiet? What was your name again?"
Mute sat there in the wake of his own drunken realization. He was here. In a motel room with a beautiful woman. Only he had no shoes, his shirt was covered in gutter water and stank of a bar. His lip was bloodied and there was a dull aching throb punching behind his ears. He looked up at her and really looked at her... For the first time, even since he met her; he was really seeing her. She had soft kind eyes and slightly curly hair. The curls kind of sank around the eyes and covered parts of her face in that sexy, mysterious way chicks used to wear their hair in the 40's. He had always liked that look.
The hair covering one eye. Like you're not seeing the entire picture and even at a glance across a crowded room it screamed... 'There's more to me than you first think!' Maybe it was his drunken mind going off on a tangent, but damn she looked good in the soft light of the shit stain motel. The wallpaper was pealing off the walls and the lights flickered slightly from the bad wiring. He groaned and tried to sit up. It was a loosing effort so he settled for propping his head up on the pillow. Mute watched her dowing bottle after to bottle.
He chased that dragon already. He knew where it led. She'd be feeling as responsible as he was after a few more bottles. There was a sitting smirk resting on his lips. Despite the fact that he felt like dog shit warmed up in a microwave. "I don't know.... Fuckers got me to do things I never thought I'd do." Brian coughed and tried again to sit up. This time he got to his side and he took that as a win. Leaning on his side he peered over the side of the bed.
It was a loooong way down. At least it seemed 1,000 feet down from his tiny pearch on top of the the world's unsteadiest barstool. The booze was playing keep away with his depth perception and all he wanted to do was open the little desk drawer beside him and throw up. Somehow he smiled at her. The smile was short lived as she started ranting some crazy shit that he didn't have a single fucking clue what she was talking about.
After a moment she asked him how he had been. Called him Silence...Or Quiet or some shit. The smirk was back. He leaned over and opened the desk drawer, sure as a motherfucker this was it. He was about to evict whatever shit lied in his stomach, but instead he stared at the little black bible inside. Rolling his eyes he turned it upside down where it couldn't judge him and he quietly closed the drawer. Brian's eyes flicked back to her. "Brian." He clarified. Mute was dead. Mute was his name back when he had a purpose.
Now he was just a nobody with more guilt and more regret than a hooker sitting in a confessional box. "I'm going to be honest with you babe." He said smacking his lips together and tossing her a sarcastic smile. "I'm not great...." That smile still lived on his busted lip and he tried to make it genuine, but honestly all he wanted to do was hide his face in shame. Still, he was prideful. He wasn't going to let her literally pick him up out of the gutter, and see him wallow in self pity.
"But I get by. I always do." There was a hole in one of his socks. His big toe was wiggling out the top and those assholes may have not gotten away with his wallet, but Tiffany had neglected to grab his shoes that they stole. He dropped the sarcastic shit and gave her a heartfealt thank you. When suddenly his hand reached out and rested on hers. "You didn't have to pick me up back there....But thanks."
The alcohol she was downing started to give the wanted effect on her system. It dulled out any self-hatred and pain she felt as she thought about everything that had happened recently. The memories she had of the attack on the Fools who were her friends. Well, they really weren't all of them and most of the people in the Detriot clubhouse were new faces. The few she considered friends had left and she felt exiled from the sense of family they used to give her. She could just leave again and find herself drunk on a beach in tahiti by the end of the week. Having some guy named Paublo to serve her drinks and put lotion on her skin.
When he spoke his name her eyes moved over to him and moved over the features of his face. Honestly, he had been in the cell next to her for days and she didn't really see his face. Once they started drugging her the whole world was just kinda fuzzy. "Brittney was the name my parents gave me but haven't been called that in years. Most people just call me Taze." Her voice was soft as she took note of every feature of his face. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but he was pretty good looking in her eyes. The guy called her babe and said how he wasn't great and she frowned.
Honestly, she wasn't sure how long he had been locked up in that place but she knew about being trapped. Maybe she wasn't locked in an actual cell but in her mind, Brittney was a prisoner of a past she couldn't seem to break free from in a group she felt isolated from. Feeling his hand come to rest on hers she shook out of her train of thought and locked her gaze on him. "I don't know why but I felt like I owed it to you. After being so nice to me in that place." The tone of voice she used was soft as she scooted around the bed to sit closer to him.
Looking down at him she leaned and pressed her lips to his. Her hand pushed him to lay back on the bed and the slightest static shock would be felt by him. Sure she could control the strength but she was always like a live wire. Moving on the bed she climbed on top of him and her lips move with his. Eager to feel something or even anything for even the short span of a night.
Brian was lost in the pull of a nostalgic moment. The feeling of safety he once felt. Only it wasn't actual safety. It was playing the role of pawn in a circus chess game. He was safe, content and well cared for, but because he had a purpose. Brian was with Gavin since he was six years old and Gavin had always manipulated the use of his gift for his own uses. Brian honestly didn't remember a time when someone cared about him for the sake of him and him alone. The subtle shift in tone caught his gaze as she moved over closer.
His heart sped up and that dry heave feeling was back in his throat, but for different reasons. She was pretty, god damned beautiful in fact, but he was just some low life asshole. He turned his gifts against other mutants and made them powerless to stand up against the abuses of a monster. And that was before Gadem had their mind control whammy on him. He wasn't sure he deserved her affections, but damn it if he didn't bleed into the moment. His lips expressed thank yous his words just couldn't manage. He closed his eyes and his hand swam up the side of her shoulder.
Fingers pulling and gripping at the leather of her jacket. He didn't notice her for her club name. He didn't find comfort with her because of some tarnished reputation. He didn't know a thing about the fools and it didn't really matter. All he knew as she was good for him in this moment. His mind buzzed electric and he felt a sudden shock. The tinyest of shocks like when you rub socked feet against a carpet and touch a doorknob. In his half drunken mind it was sparks flying from their kiss. He only moved his lips deeper into it and tried to find even footing before he came crashing down to reality.
Brian pushed her back a little. His eyes opened and danced around her face. As if he was searching for something. Some reason to not turn away from this good feeling. Sure, he didn't think he deserved any kind of happiness. She should have left him in the gutter. But Brian found himself wondering what her skin tasted like. His eyes were half closed in imagining as he looked down the long length of her legs. He had been lonely. Weather he admit it or not he hadn't had this closeness in a long time.
