Andy saw the bodies slam one through the glass window and the other into the wall both of them with horrible cracks that echoed in his ears for hours later. Lorna wanted to stop him from looking at them but Andy was afraid he hurt them a bit too much. But when he looked over at both bodies he threw up. Both of them were teenagers slightly older then him but armed and participated in multination of mutants over the internet and sometimes sold. They had no empathy towards their intended victims when the Hellfire club tracked them down.
Lorna had taken care of most of them when the girls tried to kill Andy. He just meant to knock them to the ground and get rid of their weapons. The one that went through the window had landed badly on top of a dumpster her brain matter splattered with blood coming out of her head. Her ribs were threatening to poke through her chest and stomach and her nose was pulverized with her eyes crushed.
The other one was petite and slumped over and Andy hoped she hadn't died as well. But when he flew for a pulse there was nothing there.
Blood ran down from her ears and forehead staining his finger tips and palm. " No." He kept repeating over and over till he was dragged into a car. He couldn't really explain what he felt. Numb, but also like something was ripped away from him deep down and then he felt deep down a little glad the sadists that were half a hour ago about to carve away at a mutant's limbs were the only feeling was he really sure of was he was sick to his stomach.
Not even half way to the safe house he threw up. They stopped a few times but Andy didn't move till they finally approached their base.
Crying and confused he tuned out everything else and rushed to his room. Later on e scrubbed and scrubbed his hands like he could not feel clean. He tried to rest or at least distract himself but he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the bodies. Then when he tried to sleep he was at his his old house. Blood painted the walls of the girls and when he went upstairs Andy became bestial and feral in appearance slowly as he approached three shadowy bleeding figures and on close inspection they where family. Their bodies even worse then the girls but they gasped out Andy's name over and over. He kept wakening up and gaining that same dream.
He was confused and tried to do anything to make himself better. Going to another part of the luxurious place he approached several racks of expensive alcohol and wine. When Lorna found him he was drunk no better off and bleeding having slipped breaking and landing on a bottle a hour later. His shoulder and wrist bleeding with bruises on his back. " It's supposed to do something. I should be happy." Andy said
" I don't know." He sobbed and slurred.
" No it isn't. But listen to me Andy some people like them deserved that. But you can't do this to yourself. You need to hold back at times. But you can't do all this and expect to be the same." She helped him get cleaned up and clean his cuts. The next day Andy asked the Cuckoos to plant information and images in his mind." I don't want to be a little kid. I want to be used to my new life."