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FERAL EDGE
Disclaimer: M-X, don't own them or the WWE! Sorry!
Thanks for all the reviews and e-mails I've gotten so far. If you don't know by now, this is not really a sequel to CLUBLIGHTS - it's more of a related tale. The only difference is Jordan has some physical changes and her powers have evolved. So let me know what you think and keep the reviews coming!
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He was thankful for the sunlight hurting his eyes. Squinting against the early morning, Brennan Mulray woke to find his 'dream' was indeed real. Everything they'd known was gone. The future suddenly seemed more stark than blank and that scratched his nerves. Moving to sit, his body paused and reminded him of the feral curled into his side from the night before. The last twelve hours had taken all of him and the bullet wound in his arm still ached. He knew he'd have to change the bandage soon a began the 'task' of moving Shalimar over.
"You used to be all muscle..."
Sleep ridden and out right tired, the elemental thought her voice was just delusional. It'd been a good year since she left Mutant X and a good year since they both began and ended. The man rubbed into his weary face, before focusing again. Sure enough she was there, leaning against the doorway as if nothing had changed. "Jordan..."
Unfortunately, Shalimar saw her as well. "...Look who it is..." The blonde yawned while sitting up. "What brings you around?"
Brennan knew better than to let that get started. "...Where's Lex?"
"Here." The brunette exhaled as she closed the door. "We picked up breakfast...How's Jess?"
"Oh 'Jess is surviving." The molecular joked as he sat up. "Glad you're back, J."
"Thanks, Rocky." Jordan walked over to the bed and sat down, a slender arm draping the man's shoulders. "Who messed up that face, handsome?"
"Don't worry 'bout it. They got a lot worse."
"He's hurt pretty bad." Lexa began. "But Brennan was shot."
"Yeah, but it went straight threw." The elemental replied looking at the woman. So much had changed since she'd left. The long ropes of hair were gone, replaced by a head of silky, black shoulder length waves. And her eyes seemed darker ,like they held something- more. He sat up, watching the glow form between her fingers before they touched to Jesse's chest. Moments later, every bruise on his body faded from view.
"How's that?" She asked as the blonde man adjusted.
"...Good. I'm fine..."
"We know that." Lexa grinned. It was always fun to see him blush. "But, J. What was that?"
"What was 'what'?"
"You healed him and didn't get weak." Shalimar nearly accused. "You're powers evolved."
Lowering her head, the light colored black woman exhaled. "You could say that..."
"So, what happened?" The feral added. " Are you still a regenerative elemental, or is there a little Ashlocke goin' on in you?"
"In my situation, I couldn't use my powers as much, so they got a chance to rest. Next thing I know, my elemental side completely switched up."
"Meaning..."
Jordan watched the woman, inwardly loving her answer. "Now, it's thermal transfer."
"Thermal...As in fire." The feral smirked. Brennan eyed the two women, knowing he should interject before something 'happened.'
"Well, Jess is the only one of us who's stable..."
"Lex told me..."
The brunette sat down at the table, watching her team mates before speaking. "I brought Jordan here because I have an idea. ...Now, It'll take a while and we'll have to iron it out as we go. But we'll be constantly on the move." Watching the group her blue eyes widened. "And right now, it's our only option."
He loved the lights, they emitted energy and energy was the purest form of power. And a man like him could never have too much. To get it, he'd given up part of himself and even his family but the end was worth it. The dark spots on his soul in time would fade, or so he hoped. Looking out the office window, he watched the bustle below, it's commotion muted from the glass panes. Soon, energy would be the source of everything moving in the place. He lived for these nights, some form of godliness managed to make its way into his life because of it.
Resting his hands behind his back, the large man continued to take it in, unaware of the opening door.
"Sir?" His secretary had to speak up twice for him to hear. His head turned slightly, an eyebrow cocked. "You're appointment's here..."
He took another moment, inhaling at the bustle of the area before adjusting. "Send her in." He moved to sit on the edge of his desk before the opened.A smile began to surface. "How are you?"
"How are you, Vince?" She asked while hugging the man. "It's good to see you.."
"I don't come around as much as I should lately, but if you call I'm here." He replied. "So, what can I do for you?"
"Actually, I have something for you... Let's take a walk."
He loved everything about this place. It all held anticipation. The build up and break down of one moment could be determined in an instant. They roamed the walkways in conversation. Talking about everything from business to personal 'issues'. But that soon stopped.
His attention moved to the center area, and two men sizing each other up for combat. One was a star- his own well known. The other, there to cut his teeth- or so the man thought. In a rush of blows and spine busters, the men put on a grueling match. Both taking turns from the top ropes in spectacular moves. This was what Vince lived for- the fresh blood that itched for it's chance to flow. He was simply- electric.
"He's a street fighter." She began. "Trained in martial arts, gymnastics and boxing. He's done a lot of work on the independent circuit."
The older man stepped forward, rasing his hand to the other fighter. He stepped back as the dark haired man turned around. Vince smirked at him. "What's your name, son?"
"Brennan." He replied. Reaching out a tapped up hand, he shook the one reaching to him. "Brennan Mulray."
"Vince McMahon." The older man grinned. "Good to meet you..."
Jordan stood back, taking in the two as other wrestlers warmed up around the ring. She knew this would work, it had to. Mutant X didn't have too many options right then.
"Hey, J." A gruff voice grinned. Rolling her eyes, the woman turned to face two of her favorite people. Well, at least one was. The other, she 'had' to work with.
"Hey, Hunter. Hey Dave..." The large man, known as Batista hugged her gently before stepping back.
"What? What about the game?" Triple H smirked with his arms open.
"What about you?"
"Funny, sweet heart. You know you want me..." Batista's laugh broke their conversation for the moment. "Anyway, who's the new meat?"
"A friend of mine from the indy circuit. Vince seems pretty impressed with him."
"Of course he does." Triple H smirked. "He's in the ring with Randy Orton. Anyone could beat that prick."
"You can't." Jordan smirked, which had Batista laughing even harder. Hunter looked from one to the other in disgust.
"You're so fuckin' funny..."
"I think she is."
Hunter turned to face the new voice, only to pause. Stepping from the shadows, she moved slowly, sizing the man up intently. Her eyes dancing with danger. Stopping before the man, Shalimar caught same 'energy' being turned on her. He was intense, brute and forward- instinctually.It was hisnature. Behind her smirk, what she'd guessed suddenly came all too clear and glowed in the eyes staring back at her.
Triple H was a feral...they all were.