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Violet Yami


"So, you're Jessica," the middle-aged man sat down at the head of the table, looking at Jessica in interest.

The girl glared at him, "Yah, and?"

The man smiled at the girl, "I had heard you've got quite the mouth on you."

"What do you want from me?" Jessica ignored the small talk. She twisted her hands in the handcuffs. Her eyes never met the older man's, instead flicked around the room, and always went back to Bradley who was sitting in another chair. All she wanted to do was get out of this place, she had terrible feeling standing here, like this place was hell its self.

"My name is Colonel Stryker; I run a division in the government. A division that is researching people like you, mutants," Stryker told the girl, watching for her reaction.

The girl replied, "Mhm, good for you, what does that have to do with me?"

Stryker hid his grin behind a yawn, perfect. The girl was indifferent to him calling her a different race. So she obviously wasn't attached to the idea of herself being a mutant or superior. "Well, you are a mutant," Stryker stared intently at Jessica, "And I know why you were on the side of the mountain."

Jessica looked up at Stryker, surprise was written all over her face, "How?" Zero and Bradley looked at Stryker confused, unsure what Stryker was talking about.

"Bradley, Zero, I'd like you to leave Miss Yatamora and I to speak in private terms," Stryker looked over Jessica's shoulders at Zero and Bradley.

"Sir, if I were to leave, she may-" Bradley was cut off by Stryker.

"Bradley I'm sure that you can make sure she can't use her powers from outside the room, please if you would."

Agent Zero glanced at the girl whose head was hung low, however he could make out a look of shock on her face. What could surprise this girl that much? Never the less he followed his orders and left the room.

Bradley opened his mouth to speak but closed it and followed Zero out.

"How?" Jessica yelled looking up, her face laced with anger, "How could you know? Know where I was? Know who I am?"

Stryker laughed slightly, "Did you have any idea what you caused?"

"Yes, yes I do, I know what I did, but my family and friends swore that they'd let me run. They all said that they tell the cops I died,"

"Oh I know, the government still thinks you're dead."

Jessica shook her arms in frustration, "Then if you didn't know I was alive, how did you know to follow Tim?"

"Luck," Stryker stated.

"Bullshit."

Stryker laughed, "Strange as it sounds, we were after your friend actually. But aside from how we found you, I'd like to discuss what happened two years ago."

"I don't want to, stuff happened," Jessica said bluntly.

"You're haunted by it?"

Jessica started counting the pattern on the floor, "You don't know the half of it." The girl looked up suddenly her eyes were cold and hard, "What does this have to do with what I'm doing here?"

"Everything my dear, you're a dangerous mutant," Stryker told her.

Jessica shook her head, "I'm not dangerous now, and I've been okay for two years. I'm no trained killer like those people you have out there. If you let me go, I'd be safer for everyone in the country!" She pointed her handcuffed hands at the door.

"Excuse me? Not dangerous? You slaughtered a city; if the government didn't think you were dead they would hunt you down for the rest of your life! No matter how much you want to sugar coat your ability, you have the potency of a nuclear bomb!" Stryker yelled at the girl.

She bit her lip, and she looked like she was about to cry. "Please, please I can't go back to society," she whispered, she had her hands clasped together, begging Stryker.

"No, if I turned you over to the government, they would not bring you back to society."

Jessica was yelling again, desperate, "I can't be experimented on, unless that Bradley guy is with me 24/7. You don't understand how hard it is for me to control myself around electronics!"

"They wouldn't experiment on you."

She stopped in mid-yelling all she could do was stare at Stryker with her mouth wide open. "No..." she mumbled in shock.

Stryker shifted in his chair, "Yes Jessica, they'd kill you."


"Cancer?"

Wade was shocked, he felt like had been slapped in the face. The man with the nonstop mouth was speechless.

"I'll leave you alone with your thoughts then," the doctor awkwardly made his leave, Wade couldn't help but notice the pity in his eyes.

Wade gripped the side of his chair and stood up slowly and he spoke softly through gritted teeth, "Is this your idea of a joke?"

With a sudden crash, Wade had chucked the chair across the room, an arm broke off.

"YOU FUCKIN' WRITER, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?" he screamed into the empty room. "NOW YOU DON'T ANSWER! YOU CHAT AWAY WITH YOUR FUNNY COMMENTS AND DISSAPEAR WHEN I LEARN I'M GOING TO FUCKIN' DIE!" his crazed rant went on.

In his anger he punched a hole through a wall, "FUCK! I'M NOT CRAZY, YOU'RE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE!"

He wandered the room aimlessly, "Why, why? I don't get a happy ending? What is the end of my story, me dying? Is this enjoyable to you? Ending someone's life?" Wade mumbled like a hypocrite.

"I'm a hypocrite?" he laughed, "You made me kill those people, you made me into a mercenary!"

Wade sank to the ground in the destroyed room, leaning against the corner he let his head hang between his legs, "Show yourself you fucking killer. I'll show you what you made me."

Little did Wade realize was some things weren't up to this author.