Disclaimer: No one was hurt during the production of this chapter; however one steel cage did suffer some minor damage.
Chapter 5 – Catch
They brought her into the room in a cage. She was not able to touch them, they kept their distance, but when she got the chance she was going to kill them both, just like she did the others. No one does this to her and gets away with it. No one.
She sat in the cage staring at the men who brought her in. One was huge, had dark eyes and long light brown hair. And so much of it!! The other man was bald, and was very muscular. He looked like he could be a bouncer or a professional bodyguard. He had a stern face, they both did, but the other guy's was more animal, more savage looking.
The room was dark, damp, and cold. She thought they may be underground but she wasn't sure.
"Baldy, you better let me outta here or you will be sorry." When she got no response she crossed her arms, huffed, and sat back leaning against her cage. She was sick of this, sick of being held here, all of it. It had been two days, she guessed, since she had been taken. Two days of her demanding answers and them refusing to give any. The second she got out of this cage she was going to take revenge.
That night she had fought an old man for a spot to sleep at the end of an alley. Fought used loosely, as she grabbed his shirt and dragged him from "her spot".
He turned around and looked as though he was about to fight back. She seized his hand and instantly the life began to suck from him. She smiled when she saw the look on his face, fear mixed with an awesome wonder. He began to pull on his arm to try to free his hand from her deadly grasp. This only succeeded when she looked at her hand and saw that it had turned blue and began to grow what looked like scales.
Unaware that she had let go of him, she watched as this blue thing changed back into her hand once more. She looked up at the old man with an expression that said, "what was that?" She was pleased when she saw him holding his chest and gasping for air. She stood back and watched him.
Moments passed, then when he had regained his breath he smiled at her as he said, "You're a mutant".
"Wanna say that again?" Her face changed from pleased to pissed as she made a fist and stepped closer to this guy. He smirked and ran off. The last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep was the feeling she got when her hand had changed.
"She's waking up," she heard a man gruffly say. She was groggy, but could tell instantly something was wrong. She moved her hand to rub her eyes, but found her hands tied behind her back.
"What the Hell?" she tired to say, but the tape they had put over her mouth made it only sound like a muffled moan. She blinked and glared at them. There were two but she couldn't see anything, only their immense silhouettes. She fought against them, but they had her tied. They were strong and after a short while they were able to throw her into this cage in the back of a truck.
They drove for hours and when they stopped and opened the back door she had to squint against the sunlight. She screamed for help when they pulled her cage from the truck.
"Shut Up," one said. She didn't, instead she screamed louder.
"I've had enough," in one move he had the syringe in her neck. She didn't even see him come near the cage, or her. She blinked and barely had the energy to open her eyes again. She saw the jet pulling around toward them before she fell to the ground. When she awoke she was here.
The sound of footsteps drew her out of her thoughts. The footsteps drew closer until an older man appeared in the doorway. "Let me the hell outta here," she glared at him. He had a menacing laugh, which angered her more. He began to walk towards the cage and speak to her.
"I know you are mad..."
"No shit."
"...But there is a reason I brought you here..."
"Damn well better be good."
"...I need your help..."
"I don't care."
"...And you need what I'm going to offer..."
"Don't think so."
"...Unless you would like to live the next four years of your life on the streets."
"You can just..." she stopped. How did this guy know she had been on the street four years?
"I know a lot about you," he almost read her mind. "I know that four years ago you came home to find your parents and siblings murdered."
Her mind was filled with images of what she saw when she walked into her house so long ago. "Mom and dad were sitting on the couch. Toby, my younger brother, was sitting in a chair. I went over to ask them what they were doing, that is when I saw they were dead..." She was unable to continue. She had never told anyone the details of their death. Never admitted to anyone that the killers made a tape of the killings and positioned those three so they could watch it in their deaths. The bastards, she thought remembering how she found her family, and the tape.
"That night you found that you were a mutant, is that correct?"
"W-what..."
"Don't be afraid to admit what you are."
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"I see. Still, you are not the only mutant here."
She was about to yell at him to not call her that, but she was puzzled at what he had just said.
He continued pointing toward the two men that brought her here. "This is Sabertooth and Sledge. They, I'm sure you witnessed, have inhuman strength. That is their mutation, among other things. And I believe you have already met Mystique." He pointed to a short man walking through the doorway.
"You!" she scowled as he walked closer to the cage. This man was the same one she had fought with for the spot in the alleyway the other night. No doubt he is the reason she was here now.
"Mystique can take on many different appearances." As he said this the short old man changed into a tall, scaly, blue woman. "She knew what you were when you touched her the other night. She told me at once what she found." Mystique had a sly smile when he explained.
"What are you the ringleader?" The girl sarcastically replied.
"I'm Magneto, and you are Chelsea LeRoye, correct?"
"How did you know that?" She was half in awe of all that she was hearing and seeing.
"We have a lot to talk about." Magneto told her with a grin. He waived his hand and the bars of the cage bent and moved until there was an opening big enough to get out.
"Come to my office, we need to talk," he said and he directed her out of the room.
