"So what's your deal anyway?" asked Shalimar when she caught up to me.
"I have no deal, I just like to scare people who don't like me," I retorted.
She shook her head and kept her pace up with me as I sped up.
"Shalimar, We need Jonny back in here please," Adam's voice came from out of nowhere.
"Gotcha," Shal spoke into her ring, while looking at me.
My mouth dropped, "No fucking way. Can I have one?" I asked.
"No," she said bluntly and grabbed my arm to drag me back to the lab.
Back in the lab I was sat in the chair again.
"We're going to need to take some of your blood," said Adam, "And this test will involve a needle."
"Ummm," I nervously stuttered, "Ca-can't we t-talk about this?"
"Sorry, but we need a more in depth sample."
"But," I panted.
"5 seconds, that's all. I promise."
I groaned and nodded then leaned back in my chair.
It was the most awful experience of my life. Well almost. I felt Adam turn my arm over. The needle poked my skin and I cringed. Goddess help me, Goddess don't let me die. The tip sunk into my skin like the stinger of a wasp, and I felt my blood get pulled from my veins into the syringe. I closed my eyes tightly and prayed I wouldn't faint. The tiny tube that invaded my body was pulled out carefully.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Adam. Obviously he hasn't seen my face.
"Mmm." I groaned and opened my eyes. Adam was smiling at me.
I watched Adam's grin fade as he looked back at my arm and to my scar covered wrist.
"What's this?" He asked.
I looked around the room and saw the faces of Mutant-X.
Their faces were straight.
Emma looked at Adam and back to my arm. Then her confused face turned into the look of intent. She looked at me.
I felt her trying to enter my mind. Fine. She wants to know what I'm thinking, let her know. I then let go of my mind block. My God-awful memory of that scar poured from my mind into hers.
She screamed and grabbed her head as she tripped over herself and Brannan caught her.
"What did you do to her!" cried Jessie
"She wanted to know what happened…so I showed her," I replied calm, "She'll be all right."
"So what did happen?" growled Shalimar.
"Isn't it obvious?" cut in Brannan, "She tried to off herself."
My heart pounded in my chest and I tried to leap at him, but Adam held me down, "I did NOT try to kill myself!!" I screamed.
"You're wrists say it all, Jonny," Adam said trying to protect his friends.
I shook my head and began to cry. The memory was too much; the car crash, the kidnapping, the cage…the knife.
"No," said Emma, stabilizing in Brannan's arms enough to cross over to me, "She's telling the truth. They caught her and tried to make it look like a suicide."
I looked at her through blurry eyes. I sniffed in and sighed.
"Look at her wrists again. See the knife scars," She said softly tracing the scares on both my wrists. Everyone came closer, "Now look higher above those to the actual wrists," she now traced the ring around my wrist.
"Rope burns," whispered Adam, thoroughly ticked off, "Who would want to do this?"
"People who wanted to end the world. If I die, in ritual, then everyone dies."
"What makes you think so?"
"The prophesies," I reminded them.
