A/N: Wow! Thank you guys for your views and to those of you who reviewed I really appreciate it ^_^ Here is the second chapter and I tried to kind of flesh out an Irish accent for my girl but I'm not sure about it. If it's too hard to read or anything let me know and I'll just write her speech normally. Wouldn't want to take away from the story because I wanted to have a little fun! Al so this is a little shorter, but hopefully they will be getting longer as the story progresses. Okay babies enjoy!

Corey lay on her poor excuse for a bed, body curled into a loose fetal position. Griggs and his cronies had wrought their wrath upon her nearly a week ago, but she could still feel the bruises pulse with her heartbeat and though the fractures had healed there were twinges of pain in her arms and ribs that remained. If it wasn't for the slightly accelerated healing nearly all metas seemed to have been gifted with than she was sure she'd have either died from severe internal damage or remained unconscious due to the pain in her whole body. But she'd remained coherent, the deep black spots left behind by the beanbags had lightened to an ugly yellow-green and moving was almost as easy now as before her beating.

The hard click of heels echoing around her brought her out of her thoughts and her eyes snapped open, swiftly focusing on the woman who stood outside her cell. A deep red business suit complemented her dark skin, and the air around her easily let people know she was the boss of all bosses. And she knew what power she held.

"Ms. McLoughlin."

Pushing herself up she brushed back the curls that had escaped her braid with an irritated hand and eyed the woman in front of her curiously. She stood slowly, making sure none of the pain she felt actually showed through to her expression. There was something telling her not to give this woman ammo, not to let her see any weakness. And her instincts had never steered her wrong before. So with a lazy smirk she straightened up and strode forward, stopping a few feet from the wall that separated them.

"Aye. Seems ya have me at a bit ova disadvantage there Ms..."

"Not important." With a smirk and a flick of her eyes her question, and it seemed all others in the future, were dismissed. "All you need to know is I'm getting together a team. One with certain abilities, that can take on the things others can't. I want you to join up."

Silence. Both between the woman and inside Coreys head. The words this woman spoke hung in the air and almost didn't want to register. A team...for the government. Probably with other metas from the way she'd phrased it. And they wanted her? For minutes her expression was carefully blank but then her lips began to twitch, and then she was filling the air with loud laughter. It was unstoppable, the thought so ridiculous she couldn't hold in the disbelief and incredulity that tinted the sound. She had to lean against her cell to steady herself and Amanda watched in near fascination as the scar that marred her face twisted and pulled in an almost hypnotic fashion. When she managed to compose herself Corey stood and wiped the tears from her eyes, sighing once in amusement when she was done.

"Oh God. I've not laughed like dat in ages. Did ya really tink ya could waltz down here with dat crap ass explanation and I'd agree? Even if ya had a bedda one, ya think I would actually agree?" Her accent, with had mellowed slightly with her years in the narrows, thickened as she let her disgust for the likes of government officials flood her. Willing to use anyone necessary to achieve their goals. "An wha ya got ta offa me then, hm? Bedda conditions? Reduced time? You gonna take off a few hun'erd years?"

"No. None of that. How about instead of helping you, we talk about helping Mathias?"

Corey couldn't help the flashing of her eyes or the tightening of her jaw, and by the triumphant expression on this womans face, she knew she'd backed the electrokinetic into a corner. But she'd try anyway.

"Who..."

"Don't bother Ms. McLoughlin." Damn. "I know all about your precious little boy. Mathias Colin Daniels. Nearly seven now, isn't he? Precious thing really." A photo was pressed against the glass, showing a thin boy in a soccers uniform, dark blonde hair a mess and eyes the same color as Coreys glowing brightly. "I understand when you were with the Masters you would regularly send back money. Sometimes gifts. Even letters on the very rare occasion. But you've never seen him. Why is that?"

She didn't want to answer. Her hands were in fists at her sides, nails biting into her skin, and her teeth felt like they might just break under the pressure. No, she didn't want to answer, she wanted to kill this woman. A threat to her son. But she couldn't do anything behind the cage of glass, unless she wanted a repeat of last week. So she blew out the breath she'd been holding and loosened her jaw, knowing just by the look on her face that this woman wouldn't leave until she had her answers.

"So he can nae be hurt or taken advannage of by low life scum bags." The like you was left unsaid, but easily heard all the same. "If I aint seen him, no one else has either. Computer skills allowed me ta send da money and other tings. Easy ta hide files when ya know what ta do."

"Well, since you've been incarcerated his fathers lost his job, and they're doing quite poorly. You join us, and they'll never have to worry about any of that ever again. We might even be able to help you see your kid every once in a while."

Despite her best efforts, hope sparked in her chest. She'd always wanted to know her son. The beautiful baby she'd happily handed over to protect. But she knew her type. They'd say anything to get what they want. Promise everything you wanted until the job was done. And then swipe the carpet from under your feet. After it was done and over with, what ever it is, she'd be thrown back in her cell and her son would be left with nothing but a struggling father. The aggravation and distrust must have showed through, because the womans face hardened before speaking again.

"Or we could always release a little bit of information out there. I'm sure there's a few people who'd like to know about him."

A snarl ripped its way from her chest and her fist came down on the clear barrier, bright white-blue bolts zapping across her hand to bounce harmlessly against the glass.

"How dare you..."

"Accidents happen Ms. McLoughlin. What do you say."

Anger invaded every sense and she had never wished more than right now that she was free to fry someone. It hadn't even been a question. The woman was basically wearing a cloak made of smug at the moment, so happy with herself her smirk actually wanted to become a small smile. This bitch had just threatened her six year old son and than stood there, about to preform a jig. Forcing herself to calm, though the electricity that zipped across her skin she could not stop, she opened furiously swirling eyes to meet the demon in front of her.

"Ain't no choice, is dere now?"

A/N: Quickly, just to reiterate if you didn't read the top, if her accent is too weird or hard to understand just let me know and I'll happily straighten it out. Peace and love darlings!