"Magnetic everything about you
You really got me now
You do to me so well
Hypnotic takin' over me
Make me feel like someone else
You got me talkin' in my sleep
I don't wanna come back down
I don't wanna touch the ground
Pacific ocean dug so deep
Hypnotic takin' over me."
(Hypnotic- Zella Day)
Where were three inches of water when a person needed them? The temptation to try to drown herself in their toilet water was strong, but her companion probably wouldn't like that anymore than he liked being molested by a teenager who apparently had grabby hands in her sleep. She'd thought it was a dream, rocking her body against his and him touching her, but she'd woken up and It obviously hadn't been. He looked absolutely wrecked.
Maia burst into tears. "I'm so sorry!" Then she recognized the tightness in her gut and cried harder. Of course. The last humiliating thing that could happen to her in captivity had arrived, and it had caused her to molest him. She always got a little achy before her period started, usually the only time the lack of a steady boyfriend had ever really bothered her.
She startled when hands clasped down on her shoulders, and her Wild Man growled low. 'I'm okay' he projected. He seemed to be getting better at that, and his mind seemed even more organized.
Maia pulled herself together despite the hormones. She was better than Aunt Flo. She let her head rest against his chest, "I totally groped you in my sleep though, didn't I? I'm sorry. I was having a dream, and I didn't realize I was sleep…touching. I would sleep walk as a child, but…"
'Weren't thinking of me, it's fine.' He projected clearly.
Maia's breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, the truth bubbled out, "I was."
His whole body stiffened, but his only thought was, 'Wasn't expecting that'.
"You mad?" She asked, looking up, recalling the way it had felt to be cherished and touched by him in her dream. He shook his head, and she couldn't hold her gasp in, "Oh, well, guess that changes things." She stepped away, "Little hormonal. Want to forget about the whole thing for now?" He nodded, and they spent the next few days pleasantly enough.
Maia got a wild idea one afternoon, "Let's play a game. I was going to suggest this before…" She trailed off, and shook her head, "Okay, well, you sit and I'll sit behind you. I'm going to go down the alphabet, and you let me know if anything… shakes out."
'Where'd you get this shit from?' He questioned, but he sat down anyway.
Maia laughed, sitting cross legged behind him, "I was in a psychology class before, my teacher showed us a study on amnesia. That, and you aren't making my skull explode anymore, so I'll be able to help a bit." She wanted to touch him, put her hands on his back or strong shoulders, but she didn't, she just left her hands in her lap, "A…B…C…D…E…F…G…H…" His head ticked to the side, but he told her to keep going, "Okay…I…J…" That drew more interest from him, but he wasn't ready to stop, "K…L…" He spun around, locking eyes with her, "That's it? L?"
He nodded, smiling at her, and Maia couldn't stop herself from stretching out to kiss his cheek. It was so stupid, so very very stupid, especially considering their recent encounter, but Maia couldn't regret it for the world. The second she touched him, he pulled her into a bone crushing hug. His hands were warm, scorching against the bare skin of her arms as she settled herself onto him. She drew her lips from his cheek and rubbed her face against his beard, "L. L, my Wild Man."
He liked that, liked her calling him hers. The possessive growl he let out shook her to the core, and he stood with her in his arms, pinning her to the wall of their enclosure. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to get her lips on his and his hands on her body, and was completely stunned when he suddenly pushed her off. "The hell?"
He shushed her. He actually shushed her. Maia stood staring at him in indignant shock, her whole body throbbing. "Seriously?"
Then the door opened and guards started screaming at them. Great, it was her original pissy captor and some friends. They wanted her. After a few seconds, Maia wasn't focused on them though, she was focused on the fact that, behind the open doorway, there was someone else who's mind she could read. A female. "Let me go, Wild Man. They're going to bring me back."
L didn't seem convinced, but was just as aware of the guns they were wielding as she was. Maia walked with the guards, staying out of the pissy one's head and avoiding the others eyes. Her heart fell through the floor when they brought her into a lab and she heard the voice that matched the mind, "Hello, Little Sister."
Maia gasped, eyes locked on the dark haired female in front of her, "Sarah?"
Her sister nodded, her aquiline face carefully blank, "I need to draw some blood. The blood they brought me when they brought you in is gone."
"Why are you doing this?" Maia asked, tears filling her eyes.
Sarah Kinney sneered, "Wanted to check how your mutant DNA effects your menstrual cycle. You are on the tail end of it, correct?" Maia didn't respond, and Sarah continued, "I'm assuming you are. It was very thoughtful of you to track it on the calendar in your bedroom. You're one of the lucky ones who's never caught off guard. I bet these last few days have been hell. You always were a neat freak."
Maia burst into tears, but couldn't find it in herself to speak. There weren't any words that would make the situation she was in any better.
"Tears won't work on me, Maia. They never did before, they're not now that I know you're a damned mutant. I mean I always knew you were a fuck-up, but a mutant…that was almost a surprise." She wrapped a tourniquet around Maia's upper arm, and Maia didn't even move, "So you read minds, right? That's the report. You control them too? Is that how you made Mom and Dad dote on your every word?"
"No. They love me." Maia whispered, frozen by the barrage of horrible images her sister was flooding her with as she drew vials of blood. "Why are you doing this to me? I'm your sister."
Sarah rolled her eyes, "Half. You're my half sister. Found that out with your first bit of blood. Apparently our mother's a whore. I did always think it was weird that there were nine years between you and Louis. That, and the fact that Mom and Dad weren't even talking when they'd had to have made you." Sarah picked up some of Maia's lank hair, "Your red hair was a clue too. Even before I got into mutant genetics. There aren't any red headed Kinney's." She turned to the guards, "Before you take her back, give her some food. Don't want her fainting and cracking her skull open. She's too valuable."
Sarah turned her attention back to Maia, "You're a fool, Maia. Weapon X will kill you. It's what he does, why he exists."
"Then why keep us together? Do you want me dead?" Maia asked, voice soft and even as her brain began piecing things together.
"Research." Sarah answered simply. She pulled the needle out of Maia's arm, clicking her tongue, "You two are going to get a new room. That's a kindness because I'm your sister, Maia. Enjoy it."
"Don't cover the new camera. You survived well past when we thought you would, but your life could still get a lot worse if you don't do as you're told. The only reason these men haven't gotten their hands on you is for our mother's sake. She thinks you're dead, of course, but better a dead mutant virgin than a living mutant whore. I went home for your funeral, it was a beautiful service. Thomas cried like a little girl the entire time. I wanted to strangle him."
"You bitch!" Maia screamed, lunging at her sister, the fog she'd been under suddenly dispelling completely. Guards held her back.
Sarah sighed passively, "Tie her down, I need some tissue samples too."
Maia managed to bite one of the men before the other cracked her in the head with his gun. Her vision blurred, "I'll kill you for this, Sarah. One day, I swear I'll kill you."
Sarah chuckled, pushing some of her dark hair out of her face, "Oh, Maia, you couldn't hurt a fly. Your mutated DNA is the only interesting thing about you. You may curse like Thomas, but you're weak."
Maia lunged again, and when the men jerked her back, her head hitting the metal table she was on caused consciousness to flee her, but not before she heard her sister say, "Seriously? I wanted her awake for this."
The blackness was a welcome relief.