They had brought her in an hour ago, and the wait for my people to give me the word that her holding cell was secured seemed excruciating, but I wouldn't go down before. I never liked to put myself in danger
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The first thing I felt was cold. I was cold... of course, I realized, I was only dressed in a t-shirt and boxers. The clothes I'd gone to bed in. But I wasn't in bed anymore... I blinked slowly, the world swimming back into focus. I was in a bare room, and I couldn't move, my arms held tightly to my sides and even my neck encased in a brace.
"...welcome to HELL."
I hissed sharply as my neck was squeezed harshly, the pain chasing away the last remains of sleep. It was a man's voice, a man's hand on the back of my neck. It reminded me of the first time, with Magneto. The cuffs, being trapped like this, unable to move. I scream sharply and jerk against the restraints, instinctively trying to break away, but it's pointless. Whoever this is, they thought it through. Panic fills me and I scream again, out of frustration, and slump, sobbing.
I think my heart stops for a moment and I fight the instict to flail, because in these restraints, it's pretty much impossible, not to mention pointless. This guy really thought it out. So it was no spontaneous kidnapping. This was planned, thoroughly, and meticulously. He'd done his research
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"A curse for you darling, but a gift for me. I need some of that super aborbant DNA of yours to grab somebody else's, cause unfortunately...unlike you..."
I hold the syringe out, and press the metal needle to her skin. With a bit of force it bites in, sliding right into the vein.
"...he's a little hard to stick with a needle."
I watch as the scarlet liquid slowly fills the syringe and grin. It's like the special sauce.
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"...welcome to HELL."
I hissed sharply as my neck was squeezed harshly, the pain chasing away the last remains of sleep. It was a man's voice, a man's hand on the back of my neck. It reminded me of the first time, with Magneto. The cuffs, being trapped like this, unable to move. I scream sharply and jerk against the restraints, instinctively trying to break away, but it's pointless. Whoever this is, they thought it through. Panic fills me and I scream again, out of frustration, and slump, sobbing.
"What do you want with me?"
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I hold the syringe out, and press the metal needle to her skin. With a bit of force it bites in, sliding right into the vein.
"...he's a little hard to stick with a needle."
I watch as the scarlet liquid slowly fills the syringe and grin. It's like the special sauce.
Oh, what a combo deal.
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