Click, Snap!
Click, Snap!
Jezzy tried opening her eyes but it hurt. Her head felt swollen and she had a bad case of cotton mouth. "oh yeah I remember," she thought. "Its been a while but being drugged still feels the same."
Click, Snap!
Click, Snap!
She opened her eyes again. "Oh this is really starting to feel like déjà vu." Laying on a cot in a jail cell fighting off the effects of being drugged was something you would never forget, especially not after the first time.
Click, Snap!
That noise was so familiar. Slightly irritating, but familiar. Suddenly it was like a light blub flashed on above her head and she giggled a little. Finding her voice she called out, "Hey does that Zippo come with the possibility of a cigarette? I could sure as hell use one."
The noise stopped and the place was silent for a minute.
"I thought I was alone," a male voice replied. "But no this lighter doesn't even have fluid in it."
"Damn it," Jezzy replied.
"Yeah. So what did you do that was so bad they had to stick you down here?" he asked.
"Other than accidentally trying to kill the guy that showed up at my house, nothing as far as I know," she said bitterly. "By the way where is here exactly?"
"Xavier's School for the Gifted, AKA, mutant high."
"So the man wasn't lying to me about that," she thought.
Click, Snap! A few minutes of him opening and closing the Zippo passed.
Finally she asked, "So what did you do wind up down here?"
Again the noise stopped. "I fought for what I believed in and I wasn't on the winning side," he paused for a minute. "They couldn't even leave me on the battlefield to die. I guess because I used to go to school here they thought they could rehabilitate me."
Click, Snap! The sound was twice as fast as before.
"So do you want to be rehabilitated?"
Click, Snap!
"I don't know what I want right now," he said.
Not wanting to let the only conversation she had in sometime die, she asked him, "So what is your mutation?"
"You mean what was my mutation?" he sneered. "I used to be able to manipulate fire until one of the guys that lives here iced my hands completely over and gave me frost bite. Now I am completely useless."
"Oh fuck," was all that she could say.
"Yep. . . So what's your mutation?"
"When I touch people I can feel their life force and their bodies. . . frequency for lack of a better word. Then if I so choose I can suck it out of them."
Click, Snap!
He chuckled a little. "That sounds a lot like Rogue's mutation before she took the Cure."
"Oh yeah and what was her's like?" Jezzy's curiosity was going to get the better of her some day.
"She could suck the life out of you if you so much as brushed your finger tip against her bare skin. She couldn't control it though. A few people wound up in the hospital. Not me. She touched me once and I took it like a champ," he said proudly.
Jezzy really wanted to meet this Rogue girl. "I wonder. . ." she began to think and then she shoved it out of her mind. Not the time or the place to bring up her past.
Click, Snap!
"So what's your name?" the man asked.
"Jezzy. What's your's?"
"No I mean your real name, your mutant name?"
"I don't have one."
"Oh"
"Well what's your name?" she asked again.
"They started to call me John again since I can't control fire anymore but I prefer Pyro."
"Well its nice to meet you Pyro, wish it could have been under better circumstances."
Click, Snap!
They stopped talking for a few minutes. Jezzy leaned her head against the wall hoping that the last effects of the drugs were wearing off. The sounds of his lighter were almost lulling her to sleep.
"We are going to have to work on getting you a mutant name," he said.
"Yeah I guess," she replied.
"So did you ever kill anybody?"
She looked in the direction of his voice through the wall.
"Oh I have," she answered. "Have you?"
Hank was walking down the hall after dinner when he smelled Logan coming toward him.
"Logan, have you seen Rogue?" he asked.
"Nah Fuzzball, I haven't seen her since this morning when we talked to her," Logan answered.
"Well her mother is awake and I would like to introduce them," Hank replied.
"Probably holed up in her room. I'll bring her down."
"Thank you Logan."
Hank made his way down to the containment cells. He could hear Rogue's mother conversing with John Allerdyce. Well this could get interesting, he thought. His hearing also picked up on another sound, it was like a radio was playing old country music. It got louder as he approached the women's cell.
"Hello," he called. Both John and Rogue's mother stopped talking immediately and the music stopped as well.
The women was the first to answer, "Hello" she said hesitantly back.
Hank unlocked the cell door and stepped in. He walked over to the women who was still on the cot and offered his hand for her to shake.
"I am Doctor Hank McCoy. I met you earlier but you were. . . incapacitated." He said to her. Hesitantly she shook his hand and he felt a strange tingle from where her small hand laid in his.
"I'm Jezzy," she replied.
"Well Jezzy, do you know why Logan brought you here?" Hank asked.
"Is that they guy I almost killed before he drugged me?"
"Yes that would be Logan."
"Could you tell him I am sorry about that? I didn't mean to but you really shouldn't sneak up on me when I'm sleeping."
"You can tell him yourself in a few minutes. But back to my question," he gestured for her to reply.
"Well I talked to a professor about controlling my mutation but that was all."
"Okay well that was part of it. The Professor also thought you might be the mother of one of the mutants here and when you were unconscious I performed a paternity test. I hope you are not angry."
Jezzy couldn't speak. It was something she had always hoped for, to find her baby. It had been 18 years and she didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl.
"Well what were the results!" she nearly screamed in joy.
Hank smiled. "You daughter is living here. She has been for the past 3 years and you will be seeing her in hopefully a few more minutes."
"I had a daughter?! I had a daughter!" she grabbed Hank forgetting all of her fears and hugged him as hard as she could. Hank felt same tingle he had felt from her hand shake earlier any where her bare skin touched his body and the music he heard when he came in started again this time very loud. He pulled back from the now crying women.
"Hey doc did you bring a radio down with you?" Pyro asked from the neighboring cell.
"No John I believe we are just being treated to a part of Jezzy's mutation," Hank replied.
"Sorry!" she said in between tears.
"Well if you are going to play music at least change the station," said Pyro.
Jezzy and Hank both started laughing and the music died down to a level that only Hank could hear.
"Are we interrupting something?" a gruff voice said from outside of Jezzy's cell.
"No Logan, Rogue, please come in there is someone I would like you both to meet," Hank replied.
Logan and Rogue walked into the cell. Jezzy couldn't believe it. Except for the two white stripes in the girl's hair and brown eyes she could have been looking in a mirror. She walked over to her daughter. Logan growled lightly in his chest.
"This is Jezzy. Rogue's mother," said Hank.
"Oh my God, honey you are so beautiful!" she said grabbing Rogue hugging her as tightly as she could. She began to cry again and music again began to fill the room.
