Ch. 3-Weapon and Insanity
She was made to be a weapon.
Fashioned physically to endure pain and damage while dealing out brute force and strength without mercy; powers restrained by golden bracelets to keep her obedient and going through the slow process of being brainwashed and conditioned to serve as a warrior/slave to the Hellions and personal bodyguard to Emma Frost.
She hated them.
She hated that woman for ruining her life.
All because she wanted a powerful mutant with chaotic powers under her control.
You are too dangerous to be allowed to roam freely without a leash.
We're doing this for your own good.
You will thank us later for this.
"Go to Hell…!" she growled, red eyes glowing brightly. The bathroom mirror reflecting rage and hatred back to the agitated woman. Clenching the sink in a tight grip that caused the porcelain to creak and crack slightly underneath the pressure.
The golden bracelets dug into her skin, serving as a terrible reminder to the lack of progress in getting the accursed things off of her. Dampening the chaotic powers dwelling inside of her and preventing her from reaching her full potential. Adorning her wrists, ankles, and neck; they were a collar with an invisible leash as the last connection she had to the Hellions. Oh how she hated them for doing this to her! How she hated that God damn Frost woman….!
A loud knock from the bathroom broke through her thoughts, brining her back to reality.
Moving towards the door and wrenching it open with enough force to possible break it, Liz glared at the person who interrupted her. "What?" she bit out, restraining herself from flying at the young man standing tensely in front of her.
"Um…just wanted to know if you were doing alright….in there…" Peter said, sweating nervously under the glare aimed at him. The arachnid hero could already tell Bobby and Johny were whispering to each other, probably betting on how scorched Peter will be for disturbing the chaotic woman from her brooding. Which isn't that far from the truth.
Next to the two whispering teenagers, watching the whole thing with a grimace and a sigh, Max muttered under his breath and wondered if he should intervene before Peter ends up as a scorch mark on the floor. He recognized when Liz's moods were on the unstable side and depending on the severity, can go to minor bouts of a tantrum to Hellish rage of insanity when triggered. She was doing better, he thought as he sipped his cup of coffee, watching with some amusement as Peter immediately backpedalled away from the angry woman and to the safety of his friends.
At least she was doing better than him in the insanity department. Despite his now normal appearance, he still struggled with his sanity and was worse than Liz in this regard. Max was just better at hiding it now.
Noticing the angry woman now stalking off to her room for some privacy, Max thought of following after her but decided against it. She needed some space right now from everyone else, including him.
It was best to let her seethe by herself until she felt better to come out and interact with everyone else again.