Damia was stretched out on her bed, her legs and head dangling off the edges of the narrow twin-sized mattress. With a sigh she observed her surroudings. Everything was upside down from her point of view. Her hazel eyes skimmed over the metallic door, locked. She took in the walls which she had discovered were also metal, just with wallpaper to make it look pretty. There were no windows to let in the golden rays of the sun, just the florecent lights above her in the mettalic ceiling which gave off weak artifitial lgiht. There was a bathroom adjacent to her room but it was just as bleak. This was her person cell, made to look like a hotel room.
There was the sound of footsteps outside her door and she sat up. Maybe it was the X-men, come to save her. She almost laughed out loud at her hopes. There was no way that her family of mutants would be able to find the rock in the middle of the ocean, the metal base for the Brotherhood. No, it was probably just one of the villans coming to retrieve her and bring her to the big boss man. She was right.
The door swung open and the familiar green man stepped through the door. Damia ignored the fact that her stomach felt like it went bungee jumping when she saw him. There he was, the source of all her problems. If she had only attacked him like she should have then she wouldn't be in the metal room with no windows. If she had only alerted someone when she found him in the woods that night, it would be her standing there with a smug expression. And yet his eyes, his hair, his face, his... Stop it, Damia!
"I don't suppose you're my knight in shining armor, come to whisk me away," Damia mused outloud. She sat on the edge of her bed, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
Toad was quick to hide the smile he felt coming on at the mere sight of her. I wish I were... Gah! No! Don't go there, mate. "I'm not the shining armor type, love." He crossed the room and stood in front of her. "Come on. Don't want to keep the boss waiting."
Damia got up and followed him. They walked down various hallways, all of which were metal and she couldn't tell if they had passed through them on her way in or not. They all looked the same but surely one of them would bring her outside, to freedom, fresh air, green trees, and a bright sun. Looking down every hall they passed Damia realized that it would impossible to tell.
Finally Toad stopped infront of a door. It swung open when he knocked and the two of them entered. Damia found herself in a brightly lit office made of metal. Magneto sat behind the desk in front of her, his helmet was off and she could see the gray hair. He looked considerably older without the helmet.
"Sit down," he said gently. As he waved his hand, a chair pulled up for Damia sit in. When she was seated Magneto continued. "Welcome to our headquarters. I hope you find your room comfortable." Damia snorted in response. "No? Well that can be changed. If you join us."
It was all Damia could do not to laugh let alone fall of her chair. "Join you? Magneto I had no idea you were a joker."
The older man sughed. "I take it your decision is made. That's a shame, we could have put your unique abilities to use. Take her back to her room, Toad." At his master's biding Toad stepped forward but Damia pushed his hands away.
"Wait a minute, I'm not done talking to you Mags," Damia sneered. Magneto raised his eyebrows and motioned for Toad to stop. "That's better. Where's Rogue?"
"I see you waste no time with small talk." Magneto leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands. "The girl is safe, for now. She's being treated well. I wouldn't worry your pretty little head if I were you."
Damia's eyes narrowed. "What are you planning on doing to her?" After a slight pause she continued, "What are you planning on doing to me, for that matter?"
Magneto's chuckle chilled her very blood. "Let's just say the girl's powers will be put to a good use. You, I'm afraid, will have to stay in that room of yours. Unless of course you change your mind. Remember, the offer is always on the table."
With the wave of his hand, Damia was being led out of the room by Toad. She reluctantly followed him back to her room where she slumped on her bed. So its this hell hole or taking orders from him? Eaither way I'm screwed. With a sigh she stretched out. Maybe she could attempt an escape.