She wouldn't have recognized him, at least not right away. His hair had been cut, the thick facial hair shaved away so that only a bit of rugged stubble remained. In the black tuxedo he wore the man cut a dashing figure the sturdy fabric smoothing over the mans muscular figure. Ororo didn't realize she was staring until she saw his mouth twitch into a cocky smirk. "See something you like doc"?
She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by sight of Victors own gaze. His eyes fell upon Ororo roaming over the length of her form in a way that brought a hot blush to her cheeks. It had been some time since a man had looked at her that way. The way a starving man would look at a four course meal.
Her dress was un-extraordinary. A simple purple thin strap that reached just below her knees on her shoulders she held a matching thin silk shawl and on her feet a pair of sensible black heels.
The wig she wore had been curled so that the loose strands formed thick barrel curls that framed her face and neck.
Common sense hit Ororo soon after the man's inspection and she found herself looking around the room for witnesses. Despite appearances Victor was still an escaped mental patient and the room was full of psychiatrist one of which she knew was the head of westgate. She turned back to the wanted man and lowered her head as her voice lowered to a sharp whisper. "Are you crazy" she scolded. "Do you know where you are"!?
Victor smiled. "Well according to the folks at westgate I am". When he registered her uncertain response his eyes darkened as he took a glance around the room. "You may not know this" he spoke. "But the people at Westgate don't look at our faces Doc"."We are a name and a number, I doubt anyone here even knows who I am". Ororo looked away in response. She hadn't considered how Victor or the others had been treated at westgate. All her attention had been focused on graduating and recieving the certification that suddenly seemed so meaningless.
Noticing the woman's discomfort Victor quickly changed gears holding out his hand. "Come on" he spoke. I want to take you somewhere". Ororo's eyes narrowed in response but she couldn't deny the leapt of excitement that moved within her heart. "Where are you taking me " she asked.
"Why, don't you trust me"?
Ororo sighed in response. The truth was she did trust Victor and that's what worried her. She hadn't known him for more than two months and yet was willing to go off with a man suspected of murder. Looking over the past months events the woman knew she had nothing to lose, at this point in her existence life held little interest for her and if her last moments would give her a fraction of the excitement she felt at that moment it would be well worth the sacrifice.
Glancing over her shoulder she gave the party one last look over before returning her attention back to victor. Shaking her head against her better judgement Ororo placed her hand within his and felt herself smile as his warm hand clasped gently over her's. "Lets go".
Authors Note: Hey all, I hope you all are still enjoying my story. Sorry I haven't been updating as quickly as I did before. I was attending comic-con then got caught up with work so that took up most of my time but now that things have cooled down you can expect a bit quicker updates! :)