A woman with long black hair rested her red, bruised cheek against the wall, holding a small pink blanket close to her chest. Her amber eyes were distant, withdrawn and stared far off into the distance. Her lips were dry and cracked, and a small trickle of blood had dried down her chin. Her breathing was slow, and she let her eyes rest for a moment, dropping them too the floor and closing them briefly.
"Aero?"
She sighed, opening her eyes and letting the amber gaze roll to the left.
"Yes?"
Fred Dukes, a mountain of a man, was sat next to her, his back resting against the bars that imprisoned them.
"Don't worry sweetheart. They'll bring her back."
Aero just returned her stare to the door about 20ft from the bars. The door where white coated men took her baby girl half hour ago.
"I hope they know that when this cure wears off, and it will," she added, as Fred rolled his eyes. "I'm going too kill each and everyone of them."
She pulled the pink blanket even closer to her chest, squeezing it tightly, her knuckles turning white. She strained her ears, trying to hunt down any signs of her daughter. Fred sighed and rested his head back onto the bars, staring across the cell at the peeling grey wall.
"This is fucking bollocks," he said, getting up and walking over to a small bed, that barely supported his weight, let alone his size. "I thought he was coming for us?"
"Who?"
"Don't be thick."
Aero sighed again, hurt clouding her features as she thought about him.
"He promised. He wouldn't of forgotten that," she said simply, standing as she heard a key turn in the lock over on the door.
"Aero!" the man said, stepping in through the door, a huge, pervy smile plastered across his bastard face.
"Stryker." she said shortly, her honey eyes baring into his.
"Where's Ember?" she said curtly, not in the mood for Strykers stupid games.
"She's coming baby, don't worry. Anyhow, your next…"

Stryker looked Aero up and down as she struggled against the restraints that tied her to a metal frame. She was pinned in the middle of a large off white room, the white was off coz of years of blood being rinsed away.
"You are such a powerful specimen," Stryker admired, as he circled the struggling woman. Her amber eyes burned into him as the word 'specimen' slapped her like a ton of bricks.
"Im not a-"
"Second most powerful specimen I have ever encountered," he went on, cutting her off mid sentence.
"But, as Jean Grey is no more, that make you," he said, his watery blue eyes boring into hers. "The most powerful mutant on the planet."
Aero's honey stare clung to the old colonel as he pulled out a chart that was resting on a desk just off from the metal frame.
"You're a goddess Aero. To have the ability to control any liquid form… its mind boggling," Stryker purred as he crept closer to the now relaxed woman.
"And when I get this stupid tag off… im gonna drown you in your own bodily fluids," she spat, as the colonel rested a hand on her bruised cheek.
"But your not gonna get the tag off. Only when I can control you, will you get the tag off," he smirked as he gently tapped the thick black plastic that collared her neck.
"You cant tame the sea, William," she threatened, as he pulled out a long syringe from his lab coat pocket.
"Well I can sure as hell try," he grunted as he rammed the needle into her arm. She hissed as she watched scarlet fluid leave her arm and fill the syringe in the old mans hairy hands.

John lay his head on the soft white pillow, letting out a long, tired sigh. He gazed around the room. It was exactly as it had been 16 years ago, apparently. Baby blue, with little hand painted stars in silver and gold.
"You had always been fascinated with the supernatural. Especially space," Shiro had told him. There were photo's littering the space above his bed and he stared up at them, drying to absorb a memory or even recognition. He knew that the little boy with the dirty blonde hair, huge blue eyes and grumpy expression was him. He hadn't changed. he sat up, reaching down into the bag beside his bed and pulled out the photo of Aero and Ember. He placed it on the bedside table, and stared at it, until he drifted into a heavy slumber.

Shiro looked at the clock in the kitchen, sat at the very table he had discovered John's injuries. He picked up the phone, slowly dialling in a number.

"Hello?"

"Shiro?"

"Yes Eric Its me."

"Is John with you?"

"Yes."

"Im on my way."

"Eric Wait!"

"Yes?"

"Its too soon too tell him about Aero and the little one."

"I know, I know."

"It will destroy him if he knows what happened with them."

"Yes. Me and Mystique and already on our way."

"Ok. Ill see you soon."

"My regards, Shiro."

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