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Agent G : It's like you want, I don't force anyone to read it ;-) and in the last version I explained a fact which is from the comic : telepaths never forget anything, and blocking this kind of things would only aggravate her case. And for her family, in the beginning I haven't erased the fact that her parents aren't considering Jean as their daughter, so they still aren't in this fic. And last, Jean wasn't insane, she was traumatized which is legitimate.
Read and please review!- "Hmm, enticing new one…." said one of them in a vicious voice which sent cold shivers down her spine.
She clenched her teeth for not wincing; bruises were beginning to take form. She had a black eye and surely a broken rib. Having said that, she didn't let them take her easily:
- "No! Don't touch me!" she said by freeing herself from their grasp.
- "No? But it's not up to you to decide mutie" laughed the first men.
- "Let me go!" said Jean, backing from them.
- "Oh, you'll go, but not on your pretty legs believe me," laughed the second men before stopping. "Now, no time to laugh anymore, you've a meeting with the future of the torture and eradication technicians of the friends of humanity."
He clutched her more brutally.
- "No! Bastards! You're crazy, you…"
She took a punch in her abdomen and had to curl herself in two for catching back her breath.
- "You're good-looking, but learn to shut your mouth riffraff, or it'll be up to us to do it," said the first men by forcing her to stand up.
- "And what a pity it would be, such a pretty face…" added the other by passing his finger over her face.
Sore, but still as much angered, Jean spit at his face.
- "Take off your dirty hands!"
She took another slap, which she couldn't avoid, one of the guards being keeping her in place.
- "You're right Bob, she must learn how to shut her fucking mouth! Bitch!" said the first man by wiping his face "Let's go. They'll become impatient"
With difficultly, they led her to a brightly-lit room, almost blinding. An adolescent was suspended by his arms, traces of blood smeared on his body. He was breathing in fits and rasps. Jean was terrified by this sight and by the numerous instruments in the room, but she had trouble staying focused.
- "Where do you want us to put her?" said the one called Bob.
- "What have you done to her?" asked the woman, whom they were talking to.
/A woman, she couldn't be on their side, it wasn't possible/ thought Jean.
- "She hasn't been really cooperative on the way. So we had to teach her some rules."
Jean was about to ask for help from the woman, but when this one spoke, she knew it would be useless.
- "This will distort my observations, and with the fact that the chief hasn't missed her earlier…" she sighed without an ounce of sympathy for Jean "Oh, tie her like the other mutant. We'll see how she'll react."
Jean didn't have to wait long for knowing it…
A little more than one week had melted away and there still wasn't any news about Jean. The Professor had spent whole nights looking for her with Cerebro's help, the students, days interrogating Bayville's students and passers, without any result. On his side, Hank had exploited to its maximum the shell of Jean's car which had been brought back to the Institute, analysed the hypodermic dart, and looked for the planes which had left the aerodrome that very day, but hadn't found anything which could be useful. Logan had called his contact at S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury, but he hadn't been able to help them. After some days, Charles had insisted that the young mutants return to school, in order to not see them going round in circles and more importantly for not ruining all theirs efforts of integration.
Ororo climbed up to the second floor bringing a meal-tray to Scott who hadn't descended to eat, as he was inclined to do since Jean's disappearance. The weather witch stopped in front of his door and tapped but didn't obtain an answer; surprised, she opened it to discover an empty room. Storm didn't ask herself any questions and closed the door again to move further down the corridor and tap at another room.
- "Scott, are you here ?"
- "Yeah…" answered a voice without conviction.
Storm pressed the handle and pushed the door, holding the tray with only one hand.
- "When I saw you weren't in your room, I suspected you'd be here." she said gently.
Cyclops was sitting on Jean's bed, in the semi-darkness, turning his back to the door, his head hanged. Storm sighed imperceptibly, put the tray on the desk and came to sit at his side.
- "I've brought your meal, I thought you may be hungry"
The young mutant shook his head.
- "Scott, starving yourself won't help us to find her" she said without harshness in her voice.
- "I know, but I can't bring myself to eat anything" he answered "It makes 9 days today"
- "Nothing is lost Scott, as long as…as long as we don't have proof of the contrary, we've got to keep the hope to find her alive" said Storm having just avoided saying words that Cyclops wasn't ready to hear.
The adolescent nodded silently, without lifting his head, his glance seeming to stare the floor. The weather witch was about to add something but was cut off by the sudden arrival of Kurt who had just teleported himself in the room in a cloud of smoke.
- "Ah, you were here Scott, I was looking for you" he said.
- "News ?" asked Scott with a glimmer of hope by raising his head toward Nigthcrawler.
- "No, I just came to see if you need company…"
Scott turned back in his contemplation of the floor, shaking his head.
- "No, that's kind of you to have thought of that, but I rather like being alone right now" he answered.
- "Are you sure ?" asked Kurt.
- "Yes, I'm sure"
- "Well, I'll leave you too Scott," said Storm "But think about what I've told you and try to eat a little"
- "Moreover, it's not Kitty who has cooked" added Kurt, alluding to the disastrous cooking talents of the young mutant "Amara did and it was really good"
- "I'll think about it"
Respecting his will to stay alone, Storm left the room and Kurt teleported himself toward another place.
Greg, and two other men, a thin one, and a clumsy one, were playing cards in one room of their headquarters.
- "Bloody hell, I've lost again !" said the last one, throwing his cards on the table.
Plump legs, a round and slightly prominent abdomen, his fingers heavy and misshapen, yellow teeth, a pendent jaw, the skin greasy with a waxy colour, Tyron did not have a pleasing physical appearance, especially adding his pig-like eyes.
- "What do you want Ty , you're not good at this game but you keep on trying"
- "I've still got one hour to kill, shit !" he groaned.
- "Still not going home?" said Greg.
- "Why ? Marta has run away so…"
- "Didn't you want to visit the redhead ? After all, last evening you won the right to be the first one to play with her…if I had had your luck, I'd have yet run to her, she's a bomb and she's not that damaged yet…, you shouldn't wait, the others will lose patience" noticed the thin man, tucking a lock of blond hair, which was blocking his sight, behind his ear, while playing a card.
- "Oh yes, yes, you're right" answered Tyron with a vicious smile "See you guys"
- "There you go," laughed his colleagues, keeping their attention on their game, while he headed off towards the cells.
Hearing his heavy tread, Stimy, one of the two other imprisoned mutants, closed his eyes in fear that he was coming to torture him again, he knew he wouldn't stand another round of torture again. But Tyron didn't stop in front of his door, instead, he heard him walk on and open the next door, the one where the girl was detained; he had seen her one day, as those trashy guards were bringing her back to her cell barely conscious, after a session of electroshocks, judging by the nervous shocks which were going through her. She seemed to be of his age and Stimy had recognized her as one of the mutants being part of the X-Men, the ones who had made the front page of all the newspapers by fighting against a giant robot. As he had done for himself, Jean too, tried to break lose from her cell. For the first six days after she was being locked up, she screamed, yelled, banged on the door, everything, as long as she could be freed of this dreadful place. But the beatings and fatigue got the better of her. She finally gave up hope of ever being of ever being set free as her living nightmare began. He was pulled out of his thoughts by cries which, despite the thickness of the walls, reached his ears distinctly.
- "No, no ! I beg you !"
- "Well, come here you !"
- "Please, don't do this to me, I beg you !"
- ""We're gonna play together, little slut "
Tyson's rocky voice, nevertheless, hadn't had any difficulty to cross the walls. He heard new cries, then kicks following by screams.
- "Shut up and keep still bitch !" snarled Tyron's voice "Bite me again and I break your fingers !"
- "No, I beg you…!...don't do this to me…!...don't…! stop ! no! NNNNNOOOOOOOOO !"
Stimy closed his eyes when he heard the yells which followed, horrendous yells of pain and terror. He knew what was happening in the cell, he suspected it, the young mutant was attractive and the men who were locking her were surely taking advantage of it. The vulgarities which made themselves heard between the screams confirmed his dreads.
Some fifteen minutes later, a short while after an ignoble cry of jubilation from Tyron, all became calm again ; the door banged and, once the steps moved away, the only thing he heard was the echo of the weak sobs. Burst of laughs were heard from a distance and the girl fell silent, then Stimy heard her threw up and the water spilling until she burst in sobs again. He could do nothing to help her. There were still two inhuman people who called themselves 'Friends of Humanity' queuing for their turn to unleash the animal lust in them. That was her cue for to start another round of scream.
They were the ones who deserved to be called freaks…
To be continued
Wen
