Sorry it took so long. I had it written, I just had to type it up.
Everything was dark and strange noises could be heard from all around. Jubilee's head was pounding, as she could hear her heart beating in her ears.
"I can't see! I CAN'T SEE!!" She began screaming out of panic.
"Try opening your eyes." Came Jean's voice, a little muffled. Jubilee, feeling foolish, opened her eyes to see she was in a come sort of containment area. She was in a cylinder that had walls at least two feet thick and possibly reinforced. Instantly, she shot fireworks out of instinct at the wall. It bounced off and she had to dodge it three times before it dissipated. Jean was in a metallic cage and had contraptions around her head, wrists and ankles.
"What the--"
"They're bindings, because of these I can't use my powers. The others are all in similar situations." Jean gestured towards the rest of the large room they were in. There were many containment fields that varied depending on his or her powers. Heather was in a tank full of icy water and covered in probes. The only thing she wore was a swimsuit. She had a set of gills on wither side of her neck.
Lance was nearby and he was in a contraption with tons of shock absorbers. No matter how big the quake it did not break his cage or even reach outside of it to help break the others free.
Wanda's hands were behind her back and about four sets of handcuffs held her hands perfectly still. One locked her wrists into place, another held her knuckles, another the middles of her fingers and the last held the tips of her fingers in place. Not only that but an IV full of anesthetic was sticking under the skin in the palm of each hand, keeping them numb so she couldn't feel anything.
Those who were conscious now were trying to beak free but not succeeding. Each cage was specially made for each one's powers.
Scott and John were especially helpless. For John there was no fire for him to control and Scott had a machine on his head that had thick ruby quartz lenses covering his eyes that were impossible to remove. There was no way for him to release his optic blast.
There was a plastic box with 2x2 feet floor and a height of five feet; the walls were all four feet thick with an air hole somewhere. Inside was Storm, slowly coming to consciousness and beginning to panic.
"LET--ME--OUT! PLEASE!!!" She yelled and began pounding on the walls. Her powers raged against the box but it never relented. She ceased her pleads, but continued using her powers to attempt escape from such a small space.
"ngh…." A growl came from nearby. Logan had woken up and seeing he was caged he unsheathed his claws, only to find he couldn't move. His arms, wrists, legs, stomach, neck and elbows were tightly bound.
"You couldn't even get out if you tried, 'Wolverine'." A sickened voice sneered. "Those bars of your cage are adamantium."
"ERG--Who're you?!?" He snarled.
"That isn't important." He said back. "You and your little friends aren't going anywhere."
"That's what YOU think, bub!!"
"Take a look around, wild man! Each of you is contained according to your special abilities. Face it, there isn't a way out.
Logan looked around, for a second he made eye contact with Jubilee and Jean but continued looking. He saw Emma and Jean were both covered in probes on their temples, obviously to block their psychic powers in some way. Peter was forced to stay in human form because if he coated himself in metal then about 1,000 volts would course through him. Tabitha was next door, throwing time bomb after time bomb. She had been in shackles and broken out but the bars on her cage were each two feet thick and reinforced stainless steel. She would need extra force to ever hope to escape.
Blob was being kept in a very high-pressure tank in order to keep him from breaking the containment field. No matter how hard he pounded it would not, it could not, break. He dropped to the ground from exhaustion.
Sam and Roberto were in the same cage that had no light and was barred with adamantium. There was no light to giver strength to Robby and the bas were indestructible so Sam's power was useless. The two felt completely helpless.
Shiro was in a case of water up to his neck. Only his head was outside of the tank and still dry. The water was only slightly above freezing, keeping him from conjuring fire.
Kurt was still unconscious in a tank with some girl mutant who had been on the scene. Jamie was in there too, panic-stricken.
"Hey, HEY! Lemme out!" He yelled while pounding on the wall. "I don't belong in here!"
"Shuddup kid!!" The man yelled who had been taunting Logan.
"You don't understand! Half of me is missing!!" Everyone shot him curious looks, wondering what he could mean. Jamie paid no attention. "I'm not here!" He yelled at the others who believed he was going crazy. Jubilee was closest to where he was.
"JAMIE! Calm down!" she hissed. He quit pounding and quietly looked at her. He was right on the other side of her cage. He leaned against the wall that separated them.
"This isn't me." He told her softly. "I'm just a duplicate. The real me is… I don't know where, but anywhere else except here."
"How do you know that?" She whispered back.
"I split into two and me and him got knocked out before we could become one again."
"That means he escaped and… others escaped too! Look around, Betsy and Bobby sure aren't here." She kept whispering so as not to alert nearby guards.
"Yeah… and Kitty, and Rogue and… Theresa! She escaped!"
"Hush up! You want them to hear?!?"
"Sorry." He said, much more quiet than before. Jamie's gaze went past Jubilee to Jean who was standing as close as possible and listening. "Hey, can you do... ya know that thing--" he gestured at his head meaning her telepathy.
"No, I can't. I've already tried but they're… blocking me somehow. We're all caged here so we can't use our abilities."
"No duh! But by whom?!?" Jubilee asked. Both Jamie and Jean shrugged. "Hey… where's the Professor?" Jubilee asked, glancing around, noticing he wasn't there. Logan overheard the kids' conversation and began wondering that himself. He had figured out he was the first down but never figured Charles would be one of the ones captured.
"Hey, bub!! Where'd you put Xavier?!?" He growled, threateningly at the man whom he assumed was either a guard or some sort of 'scientist'.
"I have no obligation to tell you, but I will do so just to see the look on your face." He said maliciously. "Your dear 'Professor' is in an isolated containment unit ten times the size of this room. He and your 'dear' enemy Magneto are hooked up to one another in such a way that if Xavier uses his telepathy then it will kill Magneto. Their very systems are hooked together. The ironic thing is that the lack of using telepathy is keeping Mr. Lensherr from using his own abilities to rip this metal compound apart. We have studied both leaders' personalities and we know that the Professor will not kill anyone, even his enemy, and keep himself from attempting at his powers even if Erik were to beg. The only reason they are trapped is because of themselves."
Logan showed no reaction to this speech once it ended. Everyone who was conscious had listened and heard every word. All of their jaws dropped feeling an oncoming doom was about to set itself upon them. If Xavier and Magneto were trapped who was there to save them?
"Now if you won't excuse me, I'll take my leave of your despicable presence." The man sneered as he left the room, arming it and locking it. Obviously if anyone were to try to leave through the door right now it would do something terrible like cause the room to explode.
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The room was incredibly dark without a single light shed. Not a sound could be heard in this abyss, when out of nowhere footsteps could be heard approaching. The only light now present was coming from behind the figure that had just entered the room.
"Well, well, well. I see you're finally up 'Professor'. It took long enough."
"Who are you, and what do you want of me?" He said in a calm but urgent voice.
"Why the rush, Xavier? And-- oh, oh, oh. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see," he flicked on a light switch revealing the room around them and the presence of another… Magneto. "You are hooked directly up to our little magnetic friend here and if you so much as twitch your mind then he's done for. Your telepathy will do nothing but bring him death. You wouldn't want to 'kill' him now would you?" The Professor said nothing to this and merely examined the many probes and wires that connected him and his former friend.
"~Charles…" Magneto whispered in a raspy sort of voice as he just came back to consciousness. "don't--don't listen to him, just do it." Charles closed his eyes in shame.
"I'm sorry Magnus, but I won't. I am not about to resort to such a thing."
"That's a good boy!" The man said mockingly.
"Agent Livingston, report!" A voice came over a com-link that he had.
"Everything's fine here, sir. All is under control."
"Good. Have you received a check-in from Agent Winters?"
"Not yet, sir. She's still on assignment."
"Well you had better make sure Winters, alias Plethora, does NOT slip through our fingers again. To hell with this free agent business. When she arrives she will not leave the premises. Understand?!? Or it's YOUR head! ~~~~"
"Understood." He mumbled even though the transmission ended. "It wasn't my idea to hire her in the first place and yet he STILL blames it on him." He said to himself.
"Trouble at work?" Magneto asked derisively, even though he was coated in chains that weighed every inch of him down.
"Shut IT mutie!!" He shouted as he spun around and threw an white orb of energy at his head with perfect aim.
"uAGGhH!!" Magneto kept his howl of pain to a minimum, but it hurt like heck.
"You know what that was?!?" He yelled approvingly at the older man. "A ball of pure energy derived from organic life force, my life force. Your body is living and so is full of your own life force. If you gain any more it could overload your body and give pain you've never even dreamed of."
"Mr. Livingston, you're a mutant as well, why are you doing this to us? What purpose does this serve?"
"That's my business!"
"Well answer this then." Magneto began. "How is it you can throw your life force, what life force does that leave you to live on?"
"Ask me anymore stupid questions and you're in for a world of pain-- no, your students are in for a world of pain. Hurting you won't be enough to get through your thick heads. If I hear so much as a peep out of you, Shhhhick." As he said that he did the motion of chopping his head off. Charles posed no more questions as Agent Livingston exited the huge room and once again it was pitch black.
"Magnus if you'd ple--"
"I am not exactly in a position to do that now am I? I wasn't planning on baiting him anyway."
"Lets just hope those who did escape can find us."
"How do you know anyone escaped?" Magneto asked, playing the devil's advocate.
"What makes you think that at least one of ours did not have the cunning or the 'speed' to escape their clutches?" Even though the room hadn't an ounce of light Professor Xavier could tell Magneto was smirking in agreement.
TBC…
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