Disclaimer: I don't own Mutant X and all its characters. I just borrow them and I will bring them back.
A/N: Life has been difficult. But it seems luck is on the way again. That means I am ready to write again. And with that I hope never to experience such a writers block again!
I have even started with rewriting "One more kiss" because the story has become a mess right now. blush
I wish happiness and love to you all.
The song 'Jesus to a child' belongs to George Michael and his company.
Title: No hope left
Summary: Three years ago a trap leaded to the capture of many mutants. One camp is freed, but friends are still separated from each other. Will friends and lovers find each other again?
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When you find a love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you on those cold, cold nights
When you've been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you when there's no hope in sight
"Lexa! Wait up! You can't go alone in there without back up!" The woman turned around and shot the young man a sharp look. "You bet I can, Bill. Just watch me!" The man watched her, torn between waiting for help and going with the older woman.
He sighed looking back for help once more. But there wasn't any sign of help, so he ran after the woman into a building catching a last glimpse of her raven black hair before she disappeared around a corner.
Skidding around the same corner he followed the beams of light ahead of him. Where lights didn't reach crawled shadows over his body as if their hands tried to grab his clothes and draw him into their hungry mouths. It gave him goose bumps.
"Don't be ridiculous."
He reprimanded himself for such irrational thinking and started to run faster, to catch up with the woman he came with.
A moment later he gasped at the unsuspected sight before him, coming to a complete stop.
A large pool of blood surrounded the woman's body, her face a mask of pure agony. Her body writhing on the cold floor of the dark hallway.
Then the lights flickered and total darkness closed in on them.
He could feel different people closing in on him. But unable to see in the dark he failed to block the first punches. Dazed he tried to guess the next directions the blows would be coming from.
But each time he failed.
A sudden bright light and a hard push forced him on his knees. While he kept desperately punching right and left. If he could only keep his opponents at distance… But he failed once again.
Blows turned into kicks.
He could hear how they tortured the woman beside him. He could hear her soft whispers of pain and quilt. And a soft 'I am so sorry Jesse'. Then she was silent. Her breathing slowing with each passing second.
His breath shallow and his body numb he wondered what he had gotten himself into. He could be working in his garden or call his uncle like he used to do. But somehow that seemingly cold and confident woman had begged him to help her. And so he had planned to do as she asked.
But had failed yet again.
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A blond haired man woke from a monotonous sound. His blue eyes were trying to find clues of where he was. Suddenly he remembered cheering, laughing and a lot of drank.
Ironic cheering.
Because there was nothing left that could bring him joy. He was doomed to remember painful memories as he had forgotten the good ones.
Loud banging, sobs and screams of terror behind thick walls had left nothing more then nightmares. And now he was free without assurance his surrogate family would still be in those mountains.
Hollow laughing from the night before resounded in his ears. Because even if some members of his so called family would be there, his home as he called it, the woman he had learned to love wouldn't be.
She was probably still in another camp for his was the first camp that had been freed.
And god knew what they had done to her all those years. What they still could be doing to her.
"Jesse! Hello, earth to Jesse!"
He jumped at the touch of warm, soft hands. "What?" he snapped at the girl beside him.
Her red hair was modelled in strange spikes. She liked to call them her 'life - saving defences'. He remembered her explanation word by word. And once he used to laugh about it.
'Without them they would have busted my head. Am I glad they didn't have the tools to break my hair to do that.'
Angry red spots coloured her neck combined with purple bruises. Freckles danced around her tiny noseAnd once there had been a spirit free glance in her sea blue eyes. Now there was nothing left but sadness. Nothing but the same pain he too felt deep down inside of him.
"Aren't you happy to go home?" He winced at her naivety. Though at the same time he admired her for the gift to keep hope no matter how hard.
How can she be so sure that there is still someone waiting for her? It has been three years since we have seen or heard anything of the world outside.
Three whole damn years without rescue, without hope.
"Is it about the same reason the nightmares started?"
He ignored her questions, not in the mood to answer them. Instead he turned his head to the right.
Looking out of the window dry and lonely trees rushed by while clouds gathered together above the sandy coloured rocky mountains. He felt suddenly lost and lonely.
Where are you Lexa?
He reached inside his pocket and looked at the crumbled picture. A blond haired woman with curls bound into a quick ponytail. On her left a dark haired man, his right arm around her waist. His mischievous eyes expressing his love for her. He himself was on her right side. Next to him a woman with raven black hair. Her lips pouting as he bent to kiss Shalimar on her cheek.
He would have laughed about the memory, normally. How she had managed to squirm her face between his lips and Shalimar's face to kiss him square on the lips. Now it pained him to think that happiness between them had been for a short time.
She had found her dad with the help of some old 'friends' from the dominion. A couple of days after that news he had found her in their room, her suitcase packed. He should have known they would use such a thing for a trap.
If only he had stopped her…
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A/N2: I have totally no idea where this will be going. Well, that is not completely true. I have a slight idea. Consider this one slightly as an Au please, because I haven't seen more then ten episodes of MutantX. And even those has been aired one year ago.
And once I have found the first part of the rewrite of one more kiss I will rewrite and update that one also.
Thank you for those who are still waiting and will read this one too. And sorry for the ones I have disappointed with my lack of inspiration.