A/N: thank you for the reviews, if you're wondering what a trimutant is, this might explain it.
CHAPTER 3 - Trimutant
Jean took the secret elevator in the wall down to the floor below where her lab, Cerebro, and the equipment was located in the basement floor. She walked down the white hallway, her shows clicking on the grayish tile beneath her feet. She scanned over the file as she walked, knowing exactly where she was going. She could feel where Ororo and Scott were keeping a watchful eye on the trimutant.
They glanced at her as she rounded the corner and walked into the room. They were standing in front of a large window that peered into the tightly closed room where the trimutant sat in an office chair, gently twirling himself back and forth, his hands folded on the metal table in front of him, staring at it. Jean was appalled that they locked him so tightly in. The room was small as it was, fifteen feet by fifteen feet with knocking but two chairs and a table. This wasn't a police station, they weren't suppose to treat new guests like their were hostile criminals being questioned for murder.
"What is this?" she asked, gesturing at the room behind the glass.
Scott answered, arms folded across his chest. "This is our new mutant. He doesn't answer any questions or make any notation that he even knows you're there."
"Yes I know that but why is he locked in a room like this.'
"Because he's dangerous," Scott said bluntly.
She let out an irritated breath and rubbed her eyes with one hand. He'd been like this for a long time, stubborn and self centered. She wasn't sure if it was because of the mutant or Logan or both. Her bet was on both. She hated how he let personal business affect everything else in life.
"Scott…not right now, okay…just give me the update and let me deal with this," she told him. They could discuss things later, but she had things to do right now, starting with what lay on the other side of the glass.
To her surprise he didn't argue, only nodded. "Storm, tell her."
She sighed, that was Scott for her. If he didn't get it his way, he'd give it to someone else to do.
"Well, we picked him up last night and he came with us without question. We had him up in the office to begin with but he did something to the professor and Scott persuaded Xavier to lock him down here. We've been watching him since. He hasn't done anything. Hasn't spoken, slept, eaten, looked in our direction, nothing. Maybe you'll have more luck."
"Lock mechanism," she said.
"Huh?" Scott frowned, looking at her.
"Lock mechanism. It's what some mutants can do. They know when someone's snooping in their head and they are able to lock them out. For the person doing it, it can cause quiet a headache. It won't hurt the professor, I think it just shocked him that he could do it."
"How was he able to?" Ororo asked.
"Easy…he's a trimutant," she told them.
Ororo gasped but Scott looked a little confused, not fully understanding what that meant but getting a sense of it, as if it were familiar.
"Explain it to me, Jean," he asked her, seeing the shocked look on Ororo as she stared at the glass, at the mutant.
"A trimutant is a very rare mutant. They've been heard of but never seen. Xavier seems to believe this is the first one in a very long time."
"Okay, now why is that such a shock. I saw how he made the professor and I don't understand why this guy should be feared," jerking his thumb at the glass.
"Because a trimutant has three highly developed powers, hence why they're called trimutants. Then sometimes they have littler powers, not so developed or just keen senses," she took a deep breath. "Not only that but mainly all mutants are powered by their DNA. It's a physical thing when it comes to energy to use power or a mental thing." She shook her head. "Not for trimutants. They're powered by not only mental energy and physical energy…but blood.'
"Blood?" Cyclops frowned, his eyebrows bunching up.
"Yes,' she nodded. "Their blood is a power source of its own. His corpuscles carry power as well as blood. It's like energy running through his veins…that's why Xavier fears him. He's the most powerful mutant he's ever seen because of that."
Cyclops stepped back a little, becoming uneasy with the news. He looked at the boy behind the glass as he would a black panther that looked at him with a vehemence, ravenous look.
"Xavier told me to take over from here," she said, putting her hand on the doorknob. Scott grabbed her wrist stopping her. She turned her head, seeing her reflection in his quartz lenses.
"I don't think you should," he cautioned her.
"Scott, I'll be alright. He's not going to hurt me."
"Jean," he said the word softly.
"Scott," she smiled. "If he wanted to hurt us, he'd have done it by now. Nothin is stopping him…let me do this."
He stood his ground, she could feel his eyes boring into her behind the lenses. "All right…be careful." His hand moved, covering hers, squeezing gently.
"I will be," she nodded, opening the door and stepping inside.
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CHAPTER 3 - Trimutant
Jean took the secret elevator in the wall down to the floor below where her lab, Cerebro, and the equipment was located in the basement floor. She walked down the white hallway, her shows clicking on the grayish tile beneath her feet. She scanned over the file as she walked, knowing exactly where she was going. She could feel where Ororo and Scott were keeping a watchful eye on the trimutant.
They glanced at her as she rounded the corner and walked into the room. They were standing in front of a large window that peered into the tightly closed room where the trimutant sat in an office chair, gently twirling himself back and forth, his hands folded on the metal table in front of him, staring at it. Jean was appalled that they locked him so tightly in. The room was small as it was, fifteen feet by fifteen feet with knocking but two chairs and a table. This wasn't a police station, they weren't suppose to treat new guests like their were hostile criminals being questioned for murder.
"What is this?" she asked, gesturing at the room behind the glass.
Scott answered, arms folded across his chest. "This is our new mutant. He doesn't answer any questions or make any notation that he even knows you're there."
"Yes I know that but why is he locked in a room like this.'
"Because he's dangerous," Scott said bluntly.
She let out an irritated breath and rubbed her eyes with one hand. He'd been like this for a long time, stubborn and self centered. She wasn't sure if it was because of the mutant or Logan or both. Her bet was on both. She hated how he let personal business affect everything else in life.
"Scott…not right now, okay…just give me the update and let me deal with this," she told him. They could discuss things later, but she had things to do right now, starting with what lay on the other side of the glass.
To her surprise he didn't argue, only nodded. "Storm, tell her."
She sighed, that was Scott for her. If he didn't get it his way, he'd give it to someone else to do.
"Well, we picked him up last night and he came with us without question. We had him up in the office to begin with but he did something to the professor and Scott persuaded Xavier to lock him down here. We've been watching him since. He hasn't done anything. Hasn't spoken, slept, eaten, looked in our direction, nothing. Maybe you'll have more luck."
"Lock mechanism," she said.
"Huh?" Scott frowned, looking at her.
"Lock mechanism. It's what some mutants can do. They know when someone's snooping in their head and they are able to lock them out. For the person doing it, it can cause quiet a headache. It won't hurt the professor, I think it just shocked him that he could do it."
"How was he able to?" Ororo asked.
"Easy…he's a trimutant," she told them.
Ororo gasped but Scott looked a little confused, not fully understanding what that meant but getting a sense of it, as if it were familiar.
"Explain it to me, Jean," he asked her, seeing the shocked look on Ororo as she stared at the glass, at the mutant.
"A trimutant is a very rare mutant. They've been heard of but never seen. Xavier seems to believe this is the first one in a very long time."
"Okay, now why is that such a shock. I saw how he made the professor and I don't understand why this guy should be feared," jerking his thumb at the glass.
"Because a trimutant has three highly developed powers, hence why they're called trimutants. Then sometimes they have littler powers, not so developed or just keen senses," she took a deep breath. "Not only that but mainly all mutants are powered by their DNA. It's a physical thing when it comes to energy to use power or a mental thing." She shook her head. "Not for trimutants. They're powered by not only mental energy and physical energy…but blood.'
"Blood?" Cyclops frowned, his eyebrows bunching up.
"Yes,' she nodded. "Their blood is a power source of its own. His corpuscles carry power as well as blood. It's like energy running through his veins…that's why Xavier fears him. He's the most powerful mutant he's ever seen because of that."
Cyclops stepped back a little, becoming uneasy with the news. He looked at the boy behind the glass as he would a black panther that looked at him with a vehemence, ravenous look.
"Xavier told me to take over from here," she said, putting her hand on the doorknob. Scott grabbed her wrist stopping her. She turned her head, seeing her reflection in his quartz lenses.
"I don't think you should," he cautioned her.
"Scott, I'll be alright. He's not going to hurt me."
"Jean," he said the word softly.
"Scott," she smiled. "If he wanted to hurt us, he'd have done it by now. Nothin is stopping him…let me do this."
He stood his ground, she could feel his eyes boring into her behind the lenses. "All right…be careful." His hand moved, covering hers, squeezing gently.
"I will be," she nodded, opening the door and stepping inside.
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