Julius walked into the medlab, or what remained of it, two hours after the therapy sessions ended.
Logan had mumbled through the session off a sheet before losing patience and shredding it. 'Richie Rich' or Corey stared out a window, commenting only when he felt they needed his input: not often. He wasn't sure about Tara since had somewhat avoided him since the day before and his fight with everyone; she had sense, unlike the others.
"Now that Julius has taken his sweet time to get here, we can start. Sit, Julius."
Logan pointed to a counter where Angel sat coloring on one of those 'child entertainment' place mats. Julius remembered his sister coloring them from time to time at various resteraunts. He complied with the man for once, wanting to get away and find some food rather then sit here and get a lecture.
"Well if it isn't the resident Angel,"he remarked before returning his attention to the item in Logan's hands.
There was nothing really unique about it except that it was handcuffs in an X-shape rather then a line. Four individual cuffs hung from each side but there was no lock as on most handcuffs. Where a lock would have been was just cool metal.
"You brought us here to see a new form of handcuffs, Logan?" Angel's voice showed she found it quite amusing. The now solid blue and purple picture laid beside her, discarded along with the crayons she'd been using. "That can make some disturbing thoughts."
Logan smiled, animalistically.
"Care to guess the point of them, Angel?"
"Uh...I'm gonna say no."
He laid them down on the counter between them. Both moved slightly away, studying the handcuffs. His smile darkened then he moved before either of them could object. In the next instant Angel's left and Julius' right hand were cuffed together, leaving two cuffs empty and one hand free, each.
"What the hell is this?" Julius pulled on his hand.
Angel stared at her hand a moment then blinked. "There's a handcuff on my wrist..."
"Since you two are so sweet on each other Rogue and I decided you get to spend the next 30 hours handcuffed to one another until we figure out where the key is. Don't bother trying to break the cuffs, either, kiddies. Neither of you have powers at the moment,"he remarked, holding up the other two cuffs. "In you go."
"Not a chance in hell, Wolvie." He concentrated but nothing happens. No mass destruction. No shaking walls or lights. Nothing except Logan's laugh.
"Through?"
"Logan, how do we not have powers?"Angel asked, tugging lightly on the handcuff around her wrist. "I thought it wasn't possible to lose a mutation."
"It's not, darlin'. The material of the handcuffs negatates all mutant powers while inside of it....the second the cuff is off your powers return."
She shook her head and scratched her nails against the metal. She worked at the handcuffs a moment then removed a pin from one pocket, continuing.
Julius tried again to use his powers without any affect. He tried to break the lock. Nothing.
I swear I'll kill my father for this. Sending me to a damn boarding school is one thing but I'm going to tell him about the hell they're putting me through with their cruel torture; he'll have to come get me.
Logan's grip on his wrist brought him out of the reviere and only then did he realize that at some point his other hand along with Angel's had been cuffed together. The animalistic smile returned.
"Enjoy, kiddies. First twelve hours are about to begin...."
Julius listened to his footsteps fade then felt a tug on his hand. He turned back; Angel had stood and was yanking on her hand. The move proved useless as the only result was to tighten the cuff around her wrist. He watched it tighten, very little but tighten none the less.
"Would you knock that off. That makes handcuffs tighten if you didn't know......first time in handcuffs?"
"Number one-I already knew that. Number two-no, I've been in handcuffs twice. Number three-how the hell do we get out of this?"
"Try your powers."
Angel sighed. "Yours didn't work. Why would mine?"
"Just try, them."
She concentrated but shook her head after a moment. "I can't even feel anything Julius except what I feel. I'd know your emotions if I felt them........why could you just stop picking fights? If you had we wouldn't be in this mess."
"Sorry, Demon, but last time I looked you're the one talking about having the power to be an asshole."
"I was raised not to lie, Kanteon,"she replied, moving to walk away but can't go very far since he hadn't moved. She stopped and glowered at him. "Can we go somewhere else?"
"Where?"
"The kitchen. I"m hungry, okay?"
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"Explain again how you two got handcuffed together."
Corey regarded the two sulking new arrivals with a mix of intrest and distaste. Since their arrival in the kitchen the others were all concerned with the handcuffs encircling their wrists. He personally thought it would do those two good.
In his seventeen years he'd never seen anyone fight so severally or get angry over the dumbest things.
Julius' "rich boy" comments stung; more then they would if his parents were alive. The cracks about time away from him family hurt but he'd rather not think about them. Angel hadn't really given him a problem except she was too mouthy for her own good. He hoped she never ended up in the real world; she'd lose what little sanity she MIGHT have had.
"I can't eat like this. Move your hand so I can eat my stupid sandwich." Angel tried to bring her sandwich to her mouth but stopped when Julius' hands didn't move. They laid flat against the table, tapping in an irritating manner. "Kanteon..I'm warning you."
"Warning me? What are you going to do? Talk me to death, glare me to death, or horror of horrors-force me to listen to American music?"
"That's it."
Corey almost cheered when her fist struck out at him. He would have except Julius moved in time and her fist hit the wall behind him. She bit back a curse and tried again. And again and again and again.
"Angel, that's enough!" Russ' hand caught one of her arms and Tara caught the other. He wasn't sure which one spoke the command; he thought Tara since Angel began to calm almost instantly.
Julius smirked. "Let the little girl have her fun. It's not like she's hit me yet,"he said, leaning back and watching the display. The words are barely out before her fist made contact with his jaw; Tara hurriedly pinned her hand again.
Rogue and Logan burst in at that moment.
"Julius, Angel, break it up. NOW!"
Angel's cuffed hands went limp in the other two's hands; one of Julius' lifted to rub his bruised jaw. It must have been tender because he grimaced and pulled slightly away.
"What the hell was that bullshit, kid?"Logan demanded, alternating his glares between the two of them.
Corey noticed the purplish-blue bruise forming along Angel's hand and the slight swelling of her fingers; the same was happening to Julius' jaw. He watched Rogue bend her fingers then shake her head; he knew it wasn't a good sign for either one of them.
"Kanteon can't keep his mouth shut and make a crack about American music. Better than Canada music..."
"Honey, Logan's canadian,"Rogue soothed, continuing to study her hand,"You dislocated your ring and pinky fingers. The others are just bruised."
Logan growled. "I suppouse he provoked you?"
"No, sir. I just hit him because I couldn't eat my damn sandwich and he irritated me,"Angel repeated then yelped as there was the sound of her fingers being relocated. Silent tears coursed down her cheeks but she didn't make any other sound.
Corey wanted to interrupt but who wanted Richie Rich's opnion? He had a good idea that no one there would appreciate his opnion. He did what was best for them all. He walked out of the room; he didn't need them and they sure didn't need him....
Kellie watched Corey walk away but couldn't bring herself to go after him. They were total strangers. She didn't trust him. He didn't know a thing about her. She didn't know him.
They were best left that way.
"Anyone else want to add something?"
Tara shook her head.
Russ shrugged, returning to the sandwich that he'd been eating. He ate it in less then four bites then made his way out of the room and toward another part.
"Yeah. I have to piss,"Julius said, standing and pulling Angel up with him. His hand still rubbed his bruised jaw.
This should be entertaining, Kellie thought. She leaned back against the wall, watching the display with interest.
"No. I am not going with you to the bathroom...I draw the line, Kanteon. Hold it."
"Right, Demon. Either get up or I plan to drag you upstairs and to the bathroom."
The now-familiar sound of Logan's blades exiting drew their attention. A few moments of talking later Angel and Julius left the kitchen, made their way upstairs, continuing to bicker back and forth about their position. Logan and Rogue left, muttering together about 'bad ideas' and 'scientists'.
"Well that was engaging. How'd you have such a calming effect on her, Tara?"
Tara shrugged. "I've spent nine years keeping her from getting herself or someone else killed. Angel's got a goal to prove herself since...hell, as long as I've known her she's always had to prove herself. Maybe that's why we stay together. I need the protection."
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"Aren't you done yet?"
Angel sat on the edge of the counter as best she could, being that both her hands were cuffed to his. She swung her legs back hitting them against the counter; one hit his.
"Since you're so impatient wanna help?"
"I'm thinking...no,"she replied, toying with the soap bottle on the counter,"I just don't feel like having to sit here while you fight with your zipper."
Julius looked up at her. "Then would you like to help?"
She chose not to answer .A good.
That was one thing she hadn't counted on when they got handcuffed together. Thirty hours. Her fingers still hurt from punching the wall, even worse since the lovely Rogue relocated them. Bluish-purple bruises were coming up on her hands along with Julius' jaw.
She turned on the water. "I can't listen to this."
"Get used to it, sweetie. We're stuck together for thirty hours...well, actually twenty-seven now,"he replied, in the process of using the bathroom.
"If you stay quiet we'll both live. How the hell are we suppoused to take showers? Sleep?"
"I'll close my eyes while you're in and you'll close yours while I'm taking a shower. We could always sleep together,"Julius pointed out, zipping up his pants and buttoning them. He reached over her and washed his hands, ignoring the fact that the movement dragged her hands with him, soaking them.
"I don't like you enough for either one, Kanteon. Would you dry you hands and stop dripping water on me? I don't feel like spending the day and night wet."
"Don't you?"
Something slammed downstairs. "CHERE, REMY'S HOME!"
"Who the hell are you?"a second voice echoed.
Julius and Angel exchanged looks then both scrambled for the bathroom door. The result was both ending up in a heap in the hallway.
"I doubt you'll live through this thirty hours."
"Don't think you will either, Kanteon darling."
Logan had mumbled through the session off a sheet before losing patience and shredding it. 'Richie Rich' or Corey stared out a window, commenting only when he felt they needed his input: not often. He wasn't sure about Tara since had somewhat avoided him since the day before and his fight with everyone; she had sense, unlike the others.
"Now that Julius has taken his sweet time to get here, we can start. Sit, Julius."
Logan pointed to a counter where Angel sat coloring on one of those 'child entertainment' place mats. Julius remembered his sister coloring them from time to time at various resteraunts. He complied with the man for once, wanting to get away and find some food rather then sit here and get a lecture.
"Well if it isn't the resident Angel,"he remarked before returning his attention to the item in Logan's hands.
There was nothing really unique about it except that it was handcuffs in an X-shape rather then a line. Four individual cuffs hung from each side but there was no lock as on most handcuffs. Where a lock would have been was just cool metal.
"You brought us here to see a new form of handcuffs, Logan?" Angel's voice showed she found it quite amusing. The now solid blue and purple picture laid beside her, discarded along with the crayons she'd been using. "That can make some disturbing thoughts."
Logan smiled, animalistically.
"Care to guess the point of them, Angel?"
"Uh...I'm gonna say no."
He laid them down on the counter between them. Both moved slightly away, studying the handcuffs. His smile darkened then he moved before either of them could object. In the next instant Angel's left and Julius' right hand were cuffed together, leaving two cuffs empty and one hand free, each.
"What the hell is this?" Julius pulled on his hand.
Angel stared at her hand a moment then blinked. "There's a handcuff on my wrist..."
"Since you two are so sweet on each other Rogue and I decided you get to spend the next 30 hours handcuffed to one another until we figure out where the key is. Don't bother trying to break the cuffs, either, kiddies. Neither of you have powers at the moment,"he remarked, holding up the other two cuffs. "In you go."
"Not a chance in hell, Wolvie." He concentrated but nothing happens. No mass destruction. No shaking walls or lights. Nothing except Logan's laugh.
"Through?"
"Logan, how do we not have powers?"Angel asked, tugging lightly on the handcuff around her wrist. "I thought it wasn't possible to lose a mutation."
"It's not, darlin'. The material of the handcuffs negatates all mutant powers while inside of it....the second the cuff is off your powers return."
She shook her head and scratched her nails against the metal. She worked at the handcuffs a moment then removed a pin from one pocket, continuing.
Julius tried again to use his powers without any affect. He tried to break the lock. Nothing.
I swear I'll kill my father for this. Sending me to a damn boarding school is one thing but I'm going to tell him about the hell they're putting me through with their cruel torture; he'll have to come get me.
Logan's grip on his wrist brought him out of the reviere and only then did he realize that at some point his other hand along with Angel's had been cuffed together. The animalistic smile returned.
"Enjoy, kiddies. First twelve hours are about to begin...."
Julius listened to his footsteps fade then felt a tug on his hand. He turned back; Angel had stood and was yanking on her hand. The move proved useless as the only result was to tighten the cuff around her wrist. He watched it tighten, very little but tighten none the less.
"Would you knock that off. That makes handcuffs tighten if you didn't know......first time in handcuffs?"
"Number one-I already knew that. Number two-no, I've been in handcuffs twice. Number three-how the hell do we get out of this?"
"Try your powers."
Angel sighed. "Yours didn't work. Why would mine?"
"Just try, them."
She concentrated but shook her head after a moment. "I can't even feel anything Julius except what I feel. I'd know your emotions if I felt them........why could you just stop picking fights? If you had we wouldn't be in this mess."
"Sorry, Demon, but last time I looked you're the one talking about having the power to be an asshole."
"I was raised not to lie, Kanteon,"she replied, moving to walk away but can't go very far since he hadn't moved. She stopped and glowered at him. "Can we go somewhere else?"
"Where?"
"The kitchen. I"m hungry, okay?"
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"Explain again how you two got handcuffed together."
Corey regarded the two sulking new arrivals with a mix of intrest and distaste. Since their arrival in the kitchen the others were all concerned with the handcuffs encircling their wrists. He personally thought it would do those two good.
In his seventeen years he'd never seen anyone fight so severally or get angry over the dumbest things.
Julius' "rich boy" comments stung; more then they would if his parents were alive. The cracks about time away from him family hurt but he'd rather not think about them. Angel hadn't really given him a problem except she was too mouthy for her own good. He hoped she never ended up in the real world; she'd lose what little sanity she MIGHT have had.
"I can't eat like this. Move your hand so I can eat my stupid sandwich." Angel tried to bring her sandwich to her mouth but stopped when Julius' hands didn't move. They laid flat against the table, tapping in an irritating manner. "Kanteon..I'm warning you."
"Warning me? What are you going to do? Talk me to death, glare me to death, or horror of horrors-force me to listen to American music?"
"That's it."
Corey almost cheered when her fist struck out at him. He would have except Julius moved in time and her fist hit the wall behind him. She bit back a curse and tried again. And again and again and again.
"Angel, that's enough!" Russ' hand caught one of her arms and Tara caught the other. He wasn't sure which one spoke the command; he thought Tara since Angel began to calm almost instantly.
Julius smirked. "Let the little girl have her fun. It's not like she's hit me yet,"he said, leaning back and watching the display. The words are barely out before her fist made contact with his jaw; Tara hurriedly pinned her hand again.
Rogue and Logan burst in at that moment.
"Julius, Angel, break it up. NOW!"
Angel's cuffed hands went limp in the other two's hands; one of Julius' lifted to rub his bruised jaw. It must have been tender because he grimaced and pulled slightly away.
"What the hell was that bullshit, kid?"Logan demanded, alternating his glares between the two of them.
Corey noticed the purplish-blue bruise forming along Angel's hand and the slight swelling of her fingers; the same was happening to Julius' jaw. He watched Rogue bend her fingers then shake her head; he knew it wasn't a good sign for either one of them.
"Kanteon can't keep his mouth shut and make a crack about American music. Better than Canada music..."
"Honey, Logan's canadian,"Rogue soothed, continuing to study her hand,"You dislocated your ring and pinky fingers. The others are just bruised."
Logan growled. "I suppouse he provoked you?"
"No, sir. I just hit him because I couldn't eat my damn sandwich and he irritated me,"Angel repeated then yelped as there was the sound of her fingers being relocated. Silent tears coursed down her cheeks but she didn't make any other sound.
Corey wanted to interrupt but who wanted Richie Rich's opnion? He had a good idea that no one there would appreciate his opnion. He did what was best for them all. He walked out of the room; he didn't need them and they sure didn't need him....
Kellie watched Corey walk away but couldn't bring herself to go after him. They were total strangers. She didn't trust him. He didn't know a thing about her. She didn't know him.
They were best left that way.
"Anyone else want to add something?"
Tara shook her head.
Russ shrugged, returning to the sandwich that he'd been eating. He ate it in less then four bites then made his way out of the room and toward another part.
"Yeah. I have to piss,"Julius said, standing and pulling Angel up with him. His hand still rubbed his bruised jaw.
This should be entertaining, Kellie thought. She leaned back against the wall, watching the display with interest.
"No. I am not going with you to the bathroom...I draw the line, Kanteon. Hold it."
"Right, Demon. Either get up or I plan to drag you upstairs and to the bathroom."
The now-familiar sound of Logan's blades exiting drew their attention. A few moments of talking later Angel and Julius left the kitchen, made their way upstairs, continuing to bicker back and forth about their position. Logan and Rogue left, muttering together about 'bad ideas' and 'scientists'.
"Well that was engaging. How'd you have such a calming effect on her, Tara?"
Tara shrugged. "I've spent nine years keeping her from getting herself or someone else killed. Angel's got a goal to prove herself since...hell, as long as I've known her she's always had to prove herself. Maybe that's why we stay together. I need the protection."
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"Aren't you done yet?"
Angel sat on the edge of the counter as best she could, being that both her hands were cuffed to his. She swung her legs back hitting them against the counter; one hit his.
"Since you're so impatient wanna help?"
"I'm thinking...no,"she replied, toying with the soap bottle on the counter,"I just don't feel like having to sit here while you fight with your zipper."
Julius looked up at her. "Then would you like to help?"
She chose not to answer .A good.
That was one thing she hadn't counted on when they got handcuffed together. Thirty hours. Her fingers still hurt from punching the wall, even worse since the lovely Rogue relocated them. Bluish-purple bruises were coming up on her hands along with Julius' jaw.
She turned on the water. "I can't listen to this."
"Get used to it, sweetie. We're stuck together for thirty hours...well, actually twenty-seven now,"he replied, in the process of using the bathroom.
"If you stay quiet we'll both live. How the hell are we suppoused to take showers? Sleep?"
"I'll close my eyes while you're in and you'll close yours while I'm taking a shower. We could always sleep together,"Julius pointed out, zipping up his pants and buttoning them. He reached over her and washed his hands, ignoring the fact that the movement dragged her hands with him, soaking them.
"I don't like you enough for either one, Kanteon. Would you dry you hands and stop dripping water on me? I don't feel like spending the day and night wet."
"Don't you?"
Something slammed downstairs. "CHERE, REMY'S HOME!"
"Who the hell are you?"a second voice echoed.
Julius and Angel exchanged looks then both scrambled for the bathroom door. The result was both ending up in a heap in the hallway.
"I doubt you'll live through this thirty hours."
"Don't think you will either, Kanteon darling."