A blonde walked in the room, a pit in his stomach. His attire included a jumpsuit made for mutants designed only to keep their own bodies safe.
"Evans, I would like for you to sit down." Sam rolled his eyes. He was one who was always stubborn, he was independent, arrogant, and a straight-up brute. He was a force to be reckoned with. "So Sam, I hear you have been having conflict with Miss Jones." The man picked his pen up, ready to attack the paper with harsh words that will sting from Sam Evans' mouth.
"You see, Mr. Whatever Your Name Is, Mercedes and I are polar opposites. I can't stand her. I'm trying to put her in place, she's always too cheery for me to handle, like she is so happy to be in a mutant refinement center. Look, I just want her to stop smiling at me, I don't want her ghetto-looking, lopsided ass smile facing me at all times. I may seem high maitanence but who is she to say we have rights in happiness. I came here to stop being a mutant, I hate my stupid abilities as much as I dread looking at the girl in Cell 683, the girl in question."
"Look, your arrogance and bullying here is enough. As you can see by this live webcam, Miss Jones isn't as cheery as you think." He motioned for him and Sam to watch the screen and examine what it holds. The screen was blurry during it's start but it became clearer periodically.
There sat Mercedes Jones, alone. The usual preppy smiles on her face seem to fade away just looking at her. She was sad, obviously but it was a kind of sad that left Sam thinking. Mercedes looked right and then left. She began muttering something that was too muffled for them to hear. Mercedes took what looked like a razor from under her cell pillow and used it to cut her skin. She probably cut deeper than usual, but the pain drained from her system.
The man turned off the projector. "Look Sam, you thought Miss Jones was all about being happy, am I correct."
Sam was hesitant but he nodded.
"You were the one who causes Miss Jones pain. She cuts herself every fucking day, thanks to your sorry ass. Excuse my language and correct me if I'm wrong but, don't you see this isn't right but isn't this what you wanted. To put her in her place, to make her feel sorry for being so happy every single day. Those smiles are fake, every grimace, smirk, or grin was staged so no one would find out about her cutting. She needs help Sam and because you caused this, I have a mission for you."
Sam sighed, "I accept whatever you drop on my behalf. Either way, someone will be crying for help when all of this shit is over."
"Your mission is to go to Albequerqe and defend a box containing a rare medicine that can supposedly negate any cancer cells. But to add to this mission, I assign you and Ms. Jones partners." Sam nodded, "Sir, I don't think that is a good idea."
"My name is Mr. Abrams, you will go on this mission or face the cold candle cell." Sam scoffed, "that doesn't scare me."
"Oh really, Sam. Your body is made up of molecules only used to make blue fire. If you reach the point of freezing, you will be a fish out of water. The cold candle cell is 900 degrees below freezing point. Hypothermia is not an option in your case. You will basically blow up like your old friend, Lauren."
"Don't bring her up. Our gang was years ago. I changed." Sam admitted.
"I see the same Sam Evans there was 8 years ago. I don't think you've changed, you may have changed your physical body but your spirit stays with you, forever. Your same ego, the same personality, the same taste in music, fashion, girls. It's all like it was yesterday."
"Fine, I'll go on the mission with Wheezy Houston."
"Great. You won't regret it, trust me." Sam chuckled, "I hope so Wheels, or someone would've died from the Scorch Master." He laughed at his self-nickname and saw that Mr. Abrams was not amused, "Boy do we have to help you with your codename. Now just go meet Santana on the 3rd Floor so you and Divalicious Jackson over there can train."
"I don't need training," he said while walking towards the lift.
"Just go, Evans." He said, to put closure on their meeting.
Sam was on the lift, thinking of Mercedes. Her bronze skin, mocha eyes, and wavy, jet black hair were baracading his thoughts. She was gorgeous, someone he never seen before. It made him smile, for the first time in years. But that smile faltered into a slight frown, knowing she is now cutting herself due to his constant arguments with her. Her tight sleeves were wrapped around the wounds so no one would notice them.
He was mesmerized at the sight of Mercedes. Her fighting gear fitted her curves perfectly. Mercedes rubbed her elbow, feeling nautious and insecure around the boy. Their pedestals rose up to an arena sort of like the danger room from X-Men.
Ironically, he was beat fast. Like she was some sort of distraction from all Earth. Blue Flames twisted out of his palm and shot one of the fighter robots.
"Trouty Mouth, get your head in the game. Looks like Choco Thunder over there has got some game that you need to bring." Santana shouted from the control room. As a tree collapsed over Sam, Mercedes lifted it up with her air ability. She twisted like a tornado and sent that stub of wood over the other side of the campus.
Sam was breathless, dead like a candle out in the rain.
He had to get his mind straight. He needed to. "Shake it out Evans, Shake it out. She doesn't like you, why bother." He was putting himself down and he wouldn't even know. Gusts of wind filled the area and saw Mercedes up in the air, a grin on her face as debris fell throught the cracks.
Sam felt remorse. He shouldn't have said those things about her and he knew it.
He shot blue fireballs all over the perimeter of the arena. Cascading light of the flames gave him pleasure. Mercedes was shocked at his exposure of ability. He wanted to show dominance in a non-arrogant way.
The training session was over and he met up with Mercedes.
"Hey Mercedes." She turned to listen to what he was going to say. "I just wanted to tell you, you were awesome in that training session."
"So were you, I mean those bursts of blue was magnificent." He grinned, "I have to say, we make a great team. I can't wait until tomorrow so we can have some real action." He was eager to be alone with her and for some reason, the feeling was mutual.