The Blasts
Chapter 1:
I sat alone in the middle of the forest, miserable. "What have I done?" She thought, silent, as she wished nothing more than to be able to curl up and die, she wanted Turbo Blast, she wanted her love, she wanted him.
I was a criminal, not because I wanted to be, but because it was my only choice to survive, being a mutant was hard, surviving without parents who gave a damn about you was even harder. "Why the fuck did I piss him off?" I thought to myself, I normally didn't like to curse, but I knew I deserved any words I could give myself, I deserved them all. Suddenly, I found myself surrounded. Not by animals, or by something that I wouldn't have minded, but the X-men. "No." I whispered as I saw them ganging up on me, ready to capture her while I was alone and weakened, and punish me for my crimes.
They had guns, laser guns, stun guns, power deactivating guns, and everything else they would ever need to put me away. I looked at them; they had never been able to capture her before, because Turbo Blast had always been there to help her. "Please, don't, I surrender." I whispered, kneeling down to them, her ribs showing through her shirt because she hadn't been eating well, a bruise on her left cheek from one of the hits that Turbo Blast had left her with.
"Don't fall for it team, it's just another trick, she has pulled this before!" Wolverine, the leader said, and I began to whimper as I bowed even further into the ground. "Please sir, I swear to God, I speak the truth." She whispered, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks.
"Jean, examine her, see if she is telling us the truth." Cyclops said, sensing a bit of truth in Mind Blast's pleas.
"Okay." Jean said, and noticed Mind Blast had her mental shield down, which was unusual, she looked through her mind. "Yes, she is being honest, she surrenders, full heartedly." Jean said.
Cyclops came up slowly with a power collar and handcuffs, putting them on me, saying few words. "Mind Blast, you are under arrest", and putting her in a fireman's hold, as he carried her to the X-Jet. "Okay, we have one of the organization's leaders, that is a start." He said. "Yes, a very good start." Jean agreed looking at Mind Blast, who had never looked so broken.
Cyclops threw me into a dark room, the prisoner's captivity sector, in the bottom of the jet. I looked around, my eyes dazed with fear. I was a level five criminal, which means, they could kill me on the spot if they pleased, and, if I was captured, I may be put to death anyways. "Please, please, please let me live." She whispered in her mind, but knew that was not likely.
I was dragged to Charles Xavier, the leader of the X men, who examined me, the tilt of my head, my mind, my wounds, my scars, everything I had to hide, he looked at. "Logan, she has been abused, in her childhood and recently, she will not receive death, we put her on Level 3 maximum security lockdown, for eight months, probation for good behavior possible." He said, and Wolverine nodded, though he looked at Mind Blast with a look of hate. "Come on runt." He hissed and she gulped but nodded. She walked to her cell, that was small, a 7 by 10 foot cell. "Wow." She thought silently. "Dinner will be up later, good luck in your rehabilitation." Wolverine said as he left her behind, and locked the doors behind him. I curled up into a ball and cried, only a few words escaping my mouth. "I want Turbo Blast."