Title: "Blood"
Author: fan81981
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Mutant X characters (unfortunately
Rating: R (I don't think it but just in case someone is offended you have
been warned)
Summary: This was prompted by criticism that Jesse is an inferior fighter
to the rest of the team. I wanted to show what Jesse could potentially do
with his powers. It is a short fic and written late at night so please
don't flame.
It was a routine mission - or should have been.
Who would have guessed otherwise?
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
Jesse was woken up at some ungodly hour of the morning by the sound of Adam's voice over the com. For a minute, he could not remember where he was - then it hit him. This was Sanctuary. And that annoying voice drilling into his head was Adam.
For a second - the smallest of seconds - Jesse contemplated ignoring Adam and burrowing back into bed. Let the others handle whatever "emergency" had cropped up. But no, Jesse couldn't do that. It might be important, someone might need help - his help.
Sighing he got out of bed - he just knew it was going to be a long day.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
" . . . so we need to rescue this New Mutant before the GSA get to him." Adam concluded. Routine mission. Simple!
But something didn't feel right.
"But Adam, it just seems too contrived. Some new mutant we have never heard of just contacts us, tells us he is in trouble, and we are supposed to go running?" Jesse was worried; he didn't need Shalimar's feral instincts to know that something stank about this scenario.
Adam didn't say anything.
"Adam . . ." Jesse insisted. "It is probably a trap."
"Probably, but we cannot ignore it either. What if it is genuine?" Shalimar quietly spoke up beside him.
'Yeah . . . but . . ." Jesse stopped. There was nothing he could say - Shalimar was right. They could not ignore a cry for help.
"Okay, but I am going on this mission." Jesse set his jaw. If it was a trap then he was sure as hell not going to let one of his friends walk into it.
"And I'll go with you." Shalimar's face was equally determined. Jesse looked at her, he didn't like the idea of her coming. But she should be able to take care of herself. He nodded.
"It will be just like old times. Just the two of us facing adventure, action." Shalimar smiled up at her blond friend.
"Yeah, terror, violence, mayhem. Just like old times." Jesse returning grin was as wry.
The rest of the team nodded, one more day where there loved ones risked life and limb. Funny, TV shows often forgot to mention the pain and fear that accompanied such a lifestyle.
Still, they could not let an innocent suffer.
Adam nodded; and Jesse and Shalimar left Sanctuary.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
Jesse and Shalimar quietly entered the warehouse assigned for the meeting. Shalimar's practised quickly raked the place. It was large and open - too open. There were exits all around them. It would be too easy to surround the two mutants.
There were not too many places to hide either. A few boxes here and there but no substantial cover. They wee exposed and in a indefensible position. Shalimar sighed - this was not a good place for a fight.
She glanced over at Jesse and he shook his head. He saw as clearly that if it came down to a fight this place offered them no advantage. As he and Shalimar walked deeper into the warehouse, he mapped out the quickest escape route.
And then a few more - just in case.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Shalimar called out.
Jesse rolled his eyes - could you get any more clichéd.
"Hey! Can you do any better?" Shalimar playfully swatted his arm.
Jesse was saved from answer when a slight looking man stepped from the shadows. He was clearly frightened - his eyes literally filled his face.
"It's okay. We are friends. Nothing will happen to you now." Shalimar tried to sooth the man - more of a boy.
"Famous last words." A low, menacing voice spoke from the shadows. A burly man dressed in an overcoat stepped out right behind the boy. He sneered, "You've served your purpose now."
Before Jesse or Shalimar could react, the man whipped a knife out and slit the boy's throat.
The boy made a gurgling sound as the blood spilled down his chest. His knees buckled and he sank to the ground, face down in a widening pool of blood.
The two Mutant Xers could not move, the just stared at the mess in fascination.
It was only when the blood reached Shalimar's shoe that she flinched back. Her head snapped up and her eyes glowed. "You'll pay for that."
"You're full of clichés aren't you kitty-cat." The man calmly wiped his knife and put it away back into his coat. "I have some as well - now let's see. . . . I've always like this one. Come and get me."
"My pleasure." Shalimar growled and launched herself at the man.
"No Shalimar . . . wait . . ." Jesse called out but it was too late.
The man pulled out an automatic weapon, till now effectively hidden by the coat and opened fire.
Jesse watched in horror as Shalimar screamed and fell to the ground. Her blood mixed with that of the boys.
The sight of so much blood - his best friend's blood- made Jesse snap. Without thought he massed himself as the man opened fire on him.
The bullets harmlessly bounced off. In any other situation Jesse would have been amused at the shock of the murders face. But not now, he wanted blood. His blood. He wanted the man to die for every drop of Shalimar's blood he had spilled.
When the man's cartridge ran out Jesse made his move.
With almost feral like speed he caught the man and held him up. His face flashed and he could see that the man was frightened.
Good.
"You shouldn't have done that." Jesse's voice was clear and flat.
The man struggled but Jesse held him firmly.
"She deserved it - the bitch. She and all your . . ." The rest of the sentence was cut off as Jesse slammed him against the wall and punched him with his massed fist.
The man coughed blood, which dribbled down his chin and onto Jesse's fists. Jesse did not notice,
The man smiled, his teeth dyed red. "Give me chance and I'll do the same to you. Then you and your girlfriend can wallow in your blood like the pigs you are." He laughed, the blood turning it into a hacking sound.
Jesse screamed - for a moment his whole world turned red
Then as his eyes focused he saw what he had done. He had phased the man right into the wall. Only his shoulders and face remained outside.
His face was still twisted into that evil grin but his eyes were empty - dead. The blood still dripped from his mouth - dripped slowly onto Jesse's arms which still clutched the man's shoulders.
The blood dripped onto his arms, covering them with red bands. So red.
Jesse staggered back - what had he done?
He knew that the man would have been crushed when Jesse unphased him. Concrete would have sliced into his insides like butter.
His heart would have been squeezed until it burst. All in a second. All in an instant.
Jesse stumbled - what had he done?
He could not think. A wave of nausea overtook him.
He fell onto all fours, vomiting on the floor. He vomited his guts out - and when his stomach was empty it still heaved.
Jesse collapsed onto the floor - not caring where he fell. He had killed someone. He had lost control and killed someone. He had used his powers to kill someone.
He was a murderer.
That thought played in his mind - again and again.
Jesse curled up into a ball and watched the blood seep through from the wall.
So much blood.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
Okay I know that was terrible - but I wrote it in a rush. I was kind of annoyed that everyone thinks that the rest of the team have such deadly powers when Jesse can be so dangerous. Well the fic kind of ran away from me. It started off as a rant and ended as . . . god knows what.
It was a routine mission - or should have been.
Who would have guessed otherwise?
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
Jesse was woken up at some ungodly hour of the morning by the sound of Adam's voice over the com. For a minute, he could not remember where he was - then it hit him. This was Sanctuary. And that annoying voice drilling into his head was Adam.
For a second - the smallest of seconds - Jesse contemplated ignoring Adam and burrowing back into bed. Let the others handle whatever "emergency" had cropped up. But no, Jesse couldn't do that. It might be important, someone might need help - his help.
Sighing he got out of bed - he just knew it was going to be a long day.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
" . . . so we need to rescue this New Mutant before the GSA get to him." Adam concluded. Routine mission. Simple!
But something didn't feel right.
"But Adam, it just seems too contrived. Some new mutant we have never heard of just contacts us, tells us he is in trouble, and we are supposed to go running?" Jesse was worried; he didn't need Shalimar's feral instincts to know that something stank about this scenario.
Adam didn't say anything.
"Adam . . ." Jesse insisted. "It is probably a trap."
"Probably, but we cannot ignore it either. What if it is genuine?" Shalimar quietly spoke up beside him.
'Yeah . . . but . . ." Jesse stopped. There was nothing he could say - Shalimar was right. They could not ignore a cry for help.
"Okay, but I am going on this mission." Jesse set his jaw. If it was a trap then he was sure as hell not going to let one of his friends walk into it.
"And I'll go with you." Shalimar's face was equally determined. Jesse looked at her, he didn't like the idea of her coming. But she should be able to take care of herself. He nodded.
"It will be just like old times. Just the two of us facing adventure, action." Shalimar smiled up at her blond friend.
"Yeah, terror, violence, mayhem. Just like old times." Jesse returning grin was as wry.
The rest of the team nodded, one more day where there loved ones risked life and limb. Funny, TV shows often forgot to mention the pain and fear that accompanied such a lifestyle.
Still, they could not let an innocent suffer.
Adam nodded; and Jesse and Shalimar left Sanctuary.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
Jesse and Shalimar quietly entered the warehouse assigned for the meeting. Shalimar's practised quickly raked the place. It was large and open - too open. There were exits all around them. It would be too easy to surround the two mutants.
There were not too many places to hide either. A few boxes here and there but no substantial cover. They wee exposed and in a indefensible position. Shalimar sighed - this was not a good place for a fight.
She glanced over at Jesse and he shook his head. He saw as clearly that if it came down to a fight this place offered them no advantage. As he and Shalimar walked deeper into the warehouse, he mapped out the quickest escape route.
And then a few more - just in case.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Shalimar called out.
Jesse rolled his eyes - could you get any more clichéd.
"Hey! Can you do any better?" Shalimar playfully swatted his arm.
Jesse was saved from answer when a slight looking man stepped from the shadows. He was clearly frightened - his eyes literally filled his face.
"It's okay. We are friends. Nothing will happen to you now." Shalimar tried to sooth the man - more of a boy.
"Famous last words." A low, menacing voice spoke from the shadows. A burly man dressed in an overcoat stepped out right behind the boy. He sneered, "You've served your purpose now."
Before Jesse or Shalimar could react, the man whipped a knife out and slit the boy's throat.
The boy made a gurgling sound as the blood spilled down his chest. His knees buckled and he sank to the ground, face down in a widening pool of blood.
The two Mutant Xers could not move, the just stared at the mess in fascination.
It was only when the blood reached Shalimar's shoe that she flinched back. Her head snapped up and her eyes glowed. "You'll pay for that."
"You're full of clichés aren't you kitty-cat." The man calmly wiped his knife and put it away back into his coat. "I have some as well - now let's see. . . . I've always like this one. Come and get me."
"My pleasure." Shalimar growled and launched herself at the man.
"No Shalimar . . . wait . . ." Jesse called out but it was too late.
The man pulled out an automatic weapon, till now effectively hidden by the coat and opened fire.
Jesse watched in horror as Shalimar screamed and fell to the ground. Her blood mixed with that of the boys.
The sight of so much blood - his best friend's blood- made Jesse snap. Without thought he massed himself as the man opened fire on him.
The bullets harmlessly bounced off. In any other situation Jesse would have been amused at the shock of the murders face. But not now, he wanted blood. His blood. He wanted the man to die for every drop of Shalimar's blood he had spilled.
When the man's cartridge ran out Jesse made his move.
With almost feral like speed he caught the man and held him up. His face flashed and he could see that the man was frightened.
Good.
"You shouldn't have done that." Jesse's voice was clear and flat.
The man struggled but Jesse held him firmly.
"She deserved it - the bitch. She and all your . . ." The rest of the sentence was cut off as Jesse slammed him against the wall and punched him with his massed fist.
The man coughed blood, which dribbled down his chin and onto Jesse's fists. Jesse did not notice,
The man smiled, his teeth dyed red. "Give me chance and I'll do the same to you. Then you and your girlfriend can wallow in your blood like the pigs you are." He laughed, the blood turning it into a hacking sound.
Jesse screamed - for a moment his whole world turned red
Then as his eyes focused he saw what he had done. He had phased the man right into the wall. Only his shoulders and face remained outside.
His face was still twisted into that evil grin but his eyes were empty - dead. The blood still dripped from his mouth - dripped slowly onto Jesse's arms which still clutched the man's shoulders.
The blood dripped onto his arms, covering them with red bands. So red.
Jesse staggered back - what had he done?
He knew that the man would have been crushed when Jesse unphased him. Concrete would have sliced into his insides like butter.
His heart would have been squeezed until it burst. All in a second. All in an instant.
Jesse stumbled - what had he done?
He could not think. A wave of nausea overtook him.
He fell onto all fours, vomiting on the floor. He vomited his guts out - and when his stomach was empty it still heaved.
Jesse collapsed onto the floor - not caring where he fell. He had killed someone. He had lost control and killed someone. He had used his powers to kill someone.
He was a murderer.
That thought played in his mind - again and again.
Jesse curled up into a ball and watched the blood seep through from the wall.
So much blood.
x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
Okay I know that was terrible - but I wrote it in a rush. I was kind of annoyed that everyone thinks that the rest of the team have such deadly powers when Jesse can be so dangerous. Well the fic kind of ran away from me. It started off as a rant and ended as . . . god knows what.