Part 2:
" These are my chambers," Scott said and showed Betsy his rooms. They were exclusive and exactly the kind of luxury the Elite were expected to have. " My room is here…" Scott pointed towards a closed door. "…your room is next to it. There…" Scott went to the door next to his own bedroom and opened the door for her to see. It was a nice room with a single bed in it. The room had neither clear feminine nor masculine traits.
"You may redecorate the room if you like but the rest stays the way it is," Scott said and Betsy nodded. She did a quick security sweep of Summers' place. They were on the third floor in the compound. Good protection. Satisfied she returned to the livingroom. She still didn't understand why he had saved her or why he wanted her as his bodyguard and helper. Sure, he might think she was very skilled but still…..Well, now that she had gotten a taste of freedom back she intended to keep it even if it meant working for Summers. Besides he didn't seem like such a bad guy. Not like Beast. A shutter ran through her at the thought. That man was truly sick.
"The bathroom is in there. Clean up and I'll find some clothes for you," Scott commanded and left. Hmm, used to giving orders, Betsy thought but that really wasn't a problem. She had been a warrior all her life. She was used to it. Besides his orders were softly spoken and not screamed. She went to the bathroom and took what was left of her dress off and threw it with disgust into the trash container. She stepped into the shower and never had water felt like such a blessing. She feared she'll never feel clean again after what had happened. A pool of blood from cuts and small wounds all over her body coloured the water red as it gathered at her feet before it ran out. Betsy heard a noise and knew that Summers was back. Taking the longest towel she could find around her body, she returned to the livingroom.
"This is what I got," Scott said and on the chairs around the table in the livingroom laid clothes so fine she had never thought she would ever see it in her life. They could only be from Warren's factories. There were fine dinner dresses, normal dresses, fighting suits and much more. She chose a black fighting suit and changed in the bathroom. Strange that while she thought Summers' eye on her barely covered body would make her feel uncomfortable; it hadn't. His eye on her had felt like he was examining an object. She was mad that it actually disturbed her that he apparently didn't find her beautiful. Sure, her long purple hair was now short and she had bruises and cuts over most of her body but she KNEW that she was still attractive and she also knew that Summers was alone. No man could dedicate all his soul to such a cruel work as Apocalypse's and still be as Summers. That man had hidden deeps and maybe it was up to her to bring them out.
"I accessed your file, Betsy. You have telepathic powers as well as the ability to walk through shadows. That will come in handy. I also read that Beast have experimented on you; moved your essence from your true body to the body of a ninja warrior. Here," Scott threw a key to her and she undid the collar around her neck which had prevented her from using her powers. It was a great relief to finally be truly free.
"Don't even think about it. Sinister and Apocalypse are far too well guarded, among others by telepaths, for you to get to them. And killing me would only get you killed, probably first after an extended visit at Dark Beast," Scott warned, as he must have read her thoughts in her eyes. Betsy acknowledged this with a nod of her head. There was still hope. She'll make hope. Through Summers she'll still be able to make a difference.
TBC
