"Another one?" Logan asked gruffly, he lit up the cigar in his hand and brought it to his lips as he doggedly walked out of the room, following Bradley. Dukes smirked, "A good one?" he asked when a sparkle of mischief came into Stryker's eyes.
Wade was running down the corridor quickly, he sighed in disbelief, "Sweet!" he stretched the word and pulled one of the swords from its scabbard. The group was walking down the main path between buildings when they saw Dylan walking towards.
"Another one?" She asked when they reached her.
Wade picked her up high and she held onto his shoulders with shock, "A good one!" He answered her, shaking her little body before putting her back on the floor and practically skipping forward.
"Bye guys" She said as they walked away, she turned back around and started to walk to the main room. Enjoying the fresh air Dylan inhaled deeply and ran her hands through her hair, pulling it back so was contained in a bobbing pony tail that fell to the centre of her shoulder blades, like a blonde waterfall.
Without warning, a sudden force landed millimetres in front of her, in shock Dylan crumpled back and brought her hands to her chest, shouting in surprise before looking up angrily. Victor had jumped from one of the adjacent roofs.
"Human remember? Capable of having a heart attack" said Dylan as her heart slowed down, she stood up and watched the frown come over Victor's face. There was a glint in his eye and Dylan put her arm over her stomach to clutch weakly at her forearm.
"We're going to be gone for a few days this time" Creed said declaratively, his talons lightly scratched the stubble along his cheeks and remained unsheathed as they dropped to his sides. Dylan frowned, "Why?" she asked, the fact she would be alone didn't sit right with her, the other, human soldiers on the site wouldn't speak with her. Better the mutant you know right?
Victor paused for a moment before he smiled cruelly and held her chin between the talons of his thumb and forefinger. "Curiosity killed the cat Princess" He answered oily. She made a face and looked up at him,
"Stay in the room and don't be an idiot"
By the room Dylan assumed he meant the one where she had slept in the bathroom and floor, his room. A nod of her head confirmed his orders and he removed the grip on her chin and like a superhuman gymnast, ran up one building and flung himself onto the roof.
Dylan watched him with an awestruck face; slowly she raised her hand and gave him the small reassuring human gesture of a 'thumbs up'. Victor shook his head and sprinted after the rest of Team X, leaving Dylan to watch them.
A day went by, Dylan, in her boredom had cleaned every single member of the Teams room's to the level of royalty. She didn't venture into Stryker's though, that man wasn't on the edge of the creepy pool, he was fully swimming in the deep end of it.
Now, on the second day she took over the cleaning of the main living area. Zesty fragrances of the powerful sterilizing solvents smoked around her, hurting her eyes as she tirelessly scowered away at the furnishings.
Using the skin of her forearm she wiped away the sheen of sweat on her brow and pulled the marigold gloves from her hands and admired her labours as a laser of light glinted off the brilliant white kitchen area.
"The mutants still keeping you under lock and key Sweetheart?"
Dylan whirled around at the intrusion and stepped backwards when she saw one of the human soldiers stood in the doorway wearing the regular camouflage uniform. His hand rested lazily on the regulation gun suspended from a leather strap around his neck. The stony faced man didn't change his hardened expression when Dylan responded,
"You didn't need a key to open the door"
The man paused a moment, flitting his eyes around the room calculatingly before turning around as silently as he came in and shut the door behind him.
Dylan furrowed her brow, "Weird" she said allowed to the empty room which resonated her statement around the walls before fizzling out. Since stopping the work Dylan felt a chill down the bone of her spine and after the small invasion of her solitude, she began to feel monitored.
At least with the boys she felt reasonably safe. Could she really say she'd been hurt by them? Thinking about it, Dylan begin to neatly order the cleaning products away like a game of Tetris.
Yes, she'd lost a friend, but that wasn't caused by any of them.
Yes, she'd been snatched away from her life, that was down to Stryker.
No, since being her she'd suffered bruises – that was mainly because of the places she slept, and scratches, Victor's claws always seemed to be nicking and pricking her skin. It was shameful to admit that Dylan had grown accustomed to it. The boys were her dysfunctional, adopted siblings, and way she was forced into the employment seemed very far away.
Dylan struck her thumb in her mouth worriedly as this extra time made her mind more and more active, more imaginative. The skin began to tear away as she used her teeth to gnaw away at it, trying to alleviate some stress.
Quickly, she stood up and collected the TV remote from the sofa opposite her and hit the power on button without mercy. Even as the soap opera began to drone on as comfortable background noise, it failed to pull Dylan's attention.
'I bet there's never been a secret Government kidnapping on this' Her inner monologue taunted the overly dramatic actors and actresses. Curling her legs under her, Dylan thought with an odd smile. If it was a choice between creepy human soldiers dropping in unannounced or Wade cracking inappropriate jokes and Victor slicing her skin sporadically, she'd take the mutants.