Five days. It had been five days since the attack on the assembly, and John
felt like dying for what he did.
No, what he had been forced to do.
John had used his new ability to create fire and did what he was being forced to do: burn down the building, nevermind if there are any innocent people inside.
He knew the plan. News cameras would arrive and think that he, Jess and Rush were attacking the anti-mutant assembly inside, carelessly taking down the rest of the building and the people inside, with it.
However, that building had housed several pro-mutant network offices. Almost single-handedly, John had taken out a huge percentage of the already miniscule mutant supporters in the country.
Everything went according to plan, from Wraith and Vega's point of view.
John hadn't been counting on seeing Eric, which had been a complete surprise. He also hadn't counted on Jess throwing him into the building right before John was forced to torch it.
Eric was dead. Probably Mystique too.
John had not only killed his only chance of escaping, but his saviors as well. If not for Eric and Mystique, he'd probably be at the bottom of icy Alkali Lake. He wished he was there now, he deserved to be, after killing his family.
"So how does it feel, John, your first kill, I mean." he heard Jess ask from her cell across the hall. "I'm assuming it was your first. Believe it or not, you're the first elemental mutant I've met. And a fire wielder, no less! I can only imagine what they did to you at your evaluation. Did they warp your brain so far that you can't tell the difference between what's alive and what's just more fuel for your fire? If you can still feel anything, don't feel guilt. It wasn't your fault, accidents happen."
He hadn't eaten much or slept at all since that day at the assembly. Jess and Rush had tried to console him as best they could through the glass, but he had completely ignored them.
"Was it an accident when you threw him through the window?!" he yelled back at her, his voice was hoarse from crying and lack of use over the week. "Leave me alone."
"I myself gave up on caring a long time ago," she went on. "If you're smart, then you'll give up too. No point on dwelling over the fact that your precious Magneto's dead."
"I said shut the Hell up!" he yelled, flames erupting from him in anger. "Just shut the Hell up, Jess, you don't know what you're talking about."
"I know you torched the building with him inside. I know that crying over it won't bring him back. And I know that you'd better get a better grip on your power before you hurt someone else. If they think for one second that you could be dangerous to them, you'll be dead."
John looked down at his hands, "I can't even control it anymore..." he moaned, on the verge of tears at Jess's reminder of what he'd done.
"I know how you feel. When I first got these, I had the hardest time directing their movements. But after awhile, you get used to it. Start to have a little fun with them." She muttered darkly as she extended her adamantium tentacles and tapped on the glass wall of the cell.
"You learned how to enjoy all this, didn't you?" he asked as realization and disgust washed over him.
The extension slowly recoiled back into her body. She watched as the adamantium returned home in her inner wrist, and then looked back up at John, an angry flare in her eyes. "Yes. Every person I kill, all I see is Wraith. I love it, and you will too, just give it time."
John glared right back at her. "I'll never be like you. I hate humans, but I'm not a murderer."
Jess smiled at him, making a chill go up his spine. "I said the same thing when I was your age, and newly captured. You know who I said it to?"
John shook his head.
"Yuriko Oyama. You must remember her, Stryker's little helper. You know how the world sees us, John. Wild dogs need to be put to sleep, and Wraith is going to hand the President the syringe. If nothing changes, the word 'mutant' won't even exist in the next fifty years, and not Xavier, not Senator Kelly or even Magneto can save us now. You think this is the only operation? Trust me, you have a lot to learn."
Jess moved back into her cell until John could no longer see her, and he was grateful to be rid of her. Jess could be ok sometimes, but seemed to take some kind of cruel pleasure in reminding him of his helplessness.
She was a part-time bitch.
He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, wishing now more than ever that he wasn't so alone in this horrible place.
No, what he had been forced to do.
John had used his new ability to create fire and did what he was being forced to do: burn down the building, nevermind if there are any innocent people inside.
He knew the plan. News cameras would arrive and think that he, Jess and Rush were attacking the anti-mutant assembly inside, carelessly taking down the rest of the building and the people inside, with it.
However, that building had housed several pro-mutant network offices. Almost single-handedly, John had taken out a huge percentage of the already miniscule mutant supporters in the country.
Everything went according to plan, from Wraith and Vega's point of view.
John hadn't been counting on seeing Eric, which had been a complete surprise. He also hadn't counted on Jess throwing him into the building right before John was forced to torch it.
Eric was dead. Probably Mystique too.
John had not only killed his only chance of escaping, but his saviors as well. If not for Eric and Mystique, he'd probably be at the bottom of icy Alkali Lake. He wished he was there now, he deserved to be, after killing his family.
"So how does it feel, John, your first kill, I mean." he heard Jess ask from her cell across the hall. "I'm assuming it was your first. Believe it or not, you're the first elemental mutant I've met. And a fire wielder, no less! I can only imagine what they did to you at your evaluation. Did they warp your brain so far that you can't tell the difference between what's alive and what's just more fuel for your fire? If you can still feel anything, don't feel guilt. It wasn't your fault, accidents happen."
He hadn't eaten much or slept at all since that day at the assembly. Jess and Rush had tried to console him as best they could through the glass, but he had completely ignored them.
"Was it an accident when you threw him through the window?!" he yelled back at her, his voice was hoarse from crying and lack of use over the week. "Leave me alone."
"I myself gave up on caring a long time ago," she went on. "If you're smart, then you'll give up too. No point on dwelling over the fact that your precious Magneto's dead."
"I said shut the Hell up!" he yelled, flames erupting from him in anger. "Just shut the Hell up, Jess, you don't know what you're talking about."
"I know you torched the building with him inside. I know that crying over it won't bring him back. And I know that you'd better get a better grip on your power before you hurt someone else. If they think for one second that you could be dangerous to them, you'll be dead."
John looked down at his hands, "I can't even control it anymore..." he moaned, on the verge of tears at Jess's reminder of what he'd done.
"I know how you feel. When I first got these, I had the hardest time directing their movements. But after awhile, you get used to it. Start to have a little fun with them." She muttered darkly as she extended her adamantium tentacles and tapped on the glass wall of the cell.
"You learned how to enjoy all this, didn't you?" he asked as realization and disgust washed over him.
The extension slowly recoiled back into her body. She watched as the adamantium returned home in her inner wrist, and then looked back up at John, an angry flare in her eyes. "Yes. Every person I kill, all I see is Wraith. I love it, and you will too, just give it time."
John glared right back at her. "I'll never be like you. I hate humans, but I'm not a murderer."
Jess smiled at him, making a chill go up his spine. "I said the same thing when I was your age, and newly captured. You know who I said it to?"
John shook his head.
"Yuriko Oyama. You must remember her, Stryker's little helper. You know how the world sees us, John. Wild dogs need to be put to sleep, and Wraith is going to hand the President the syringe. If nothing changes, the word 'mutant' won't even exist in the next fifty years, and not Xavier, not Senator Kelly or even Magneto can save us now. You think this is the only operation? Trust me, you have a lot to learn."
Jess moved back into her cell until John could no longer see her, and he was grateful to be rid of her. Jess could be ok sometimes, but seemed to take some kind of cruel pleasure in reminding him of his helplessness.
She was a part-time bitch.
He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, wishing now more than ever that he wasn't so alone in this horrible place.