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Mattie didn't know what the fuck anyone was talking about. As usual. So, as this tension continued to stretch out, she was left to simmer and wonder and glare at Nick. She couldn't be all that mad at him, though: his state concerned her. She would have hated to admit that out loud right now, but he seemed off. Confused, distressed. It was either something this redhead had done to him, or perhaps the M.X Alice was talking about. Since Mattie was not at all inclined to trust Alice, she leaned toward the former.

It became clear to her that the clipboard he was holding was some sort of contract. Signing something in this fog of his? It was certain: someone was trying to screw him over. She returned Nick's pleading gaze with an expression that was surprisingly soft and reassuring. Whatever was going on right now, clearly he needed a hand to get out of it.

Mattie strode to one side of the bed he sat in. With her sizable backside she pushed Alice a couple steps back, and although it wasn't quite clear if it was intentional one could assume it was.

"Listen to me, okay?" she said. Her voice was calmer than it had ever been in the last couple days. "Nicholas, you shouldn't sign anything unless there's a lawyer present. None of us here are lawyers, at least I don't think so, but let's just see what that says..."

Mattie snatched the clipboard out of his hands and peered at the text.

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Mattie's eyes flitted suspiciously from Alice to Nick to the clipboard... to Alice again. Then back to Nick. They stayed on Nick. Her hands went up to her hips, and she inhaled slowly, slowly, then huffed her breath out like an irritated rhinoceros. "Nicholas," she said with a strained voice. It sounded like she was actually making an attempt to not have an outburst.

"Would you mind telling me why the fuck you randomly disappeared without a goddamn trace except for some Michael Jackson looking hoe?"

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About a nanosecond after Mattie gripped onto the hand offered to her, she thought, I'm going to regret this. And as the next few moments unfolded, they revealed that she was correct! The scenery blended from a bland-ass motel room to nothing-black to nothing-white to nothing-black again. The air temperature went from room-temp to holy fucking shitting ass! This was like a cold shower times fifteen trillion! It was a nightmare! "It's colder than a bucket of penguin shit!" she screamed, trying to writhe in her pain but unable to, being so numb.

And then, boom. Just like that, the three of them were in some sketchy alley. Mattie was shaking all over; her teeth were even chattering. She clamped her jaw shut to get them to stop. She tried half-heartedly to pull her hand out of Morrighan's grip but before she knew it her palm was pressed up against the wall. There was more? For shit's sake––

But then it was over. She let out a sigh of relief that this whole passing-through-walls was so much less of a hassle than the teleporting thing. Morrighan vanished into thin air like white people sometimes did, unfortunately leaving her alone with Jacob. She scooted away, not that it would prevent Jacob from murdering her, but it did make her slightly less uncomfortable. "Well, we have to find out if he is really in there," he said, as if to break the silence between them. Mattie preferred it when he was silent.

She watched as he turned the knob. The suspense was getting too much for her, so she kicked the door open with as much force as she could. She was ready to kick some ass.

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Mattie seriously considered spitting in Jacob's face when he told her to stop, simply because she thought she had every right to continue. But she hushed down again after swatting his hand away, although she was still sizzling with rage. She observed the interaction between Morrighan and Jacob with relative quiet, except for a dog-like growl at the words "upcoming demise." She'd make the bitch regret that––

No, Mattie, no. Mentally reeling, she managed to once again restrain herself.

But in spite of her sparkling clean record this time, the situation still managed to get weirder. She knew she might as well just accept it, but––but after three years of relative normality, it was just so hard! Mattie looked at Morrighan's extended hand through narrowed eyes. What was she going to do, walk them across the street? No. It'd probably be some sort of terrifying bizarre magic. (Hah, magic.)

But it was clear, there was no other alternative. If she ever wanted to see Nick again, she'd have to just shut up and listen. She huffed softly and took the demon's hand.

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Mattie blinked with mild surprise at Morrighan's reaction. Had she expected the MegaBitch 9000 to be shocked or even disgusted at her profane language? Well, of course; she expected just about everyone to be. But Morrighan was clutching her chest and wheezing like Mattie had given her heart palpitations or some ridiculous shit. She fell into a sullen silence, surprisingly, after being told to stop, but still she stared, for the time being unafraid, back at the piercing black eyes glaring at her.

"You have strange powers."

Mattie didn't know what that meant. She didn't have any powers, and she wondered if Morrighan was trying to imply that Mattie's incredible roasting was more than a talent to be proud of. Either she'd hurt her little feewings more than she'd thought she would, or Gothtwat had a very subtle sense of humor.

"I'm surprised you care so much about him now as opposed to...before," added Morrighan. It set Mattie off again.

"Okay now you fuckin' Trader Joes shopping looking skank, I would love to ask if you've been stalking my personal life like some kind of goddamn pervert who carries an old film camera and considers himself a romantic. But I don't have fucking time for that. So if you don't want me to open a can of whoop-ass on your bony underfed excuse for a backside, then you had better tell me what you know."

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The son of a bitch stopped Mattie in mid-jog by stepping swiftly in front of her, almost causing her to barrel straight into him. Luckily she didn't, or else it would have broken her personal code of no contact whatsoever with him. Except of course, that code was broken every time she looked at him. She didn't want photons that had bounced off of Jacob in her immaculate eyes. "Wait," he'd commanded her, sending a boiling plume of 100% pure concentrated utter rage through her chest.

"Morrighan," she heard, "what did you do?"

Three mutants in two days. It had been exhausting before. Now she felt as if she could pass out from the fatigue of it. As usual, however, her tiredness simmered back into fury. What the fuck was going on? Why could no one seem physically capable of telling her anything? And what had this crazy-ass, felony-committing bitch done do Nicholas?

"Oh, I didn't do anything. But I can show you where he is," said that zero-chill asshole with an annoyingly perfect voice (which Mattie supposed almost made up for just how pasty this Morrighan character was).

Enough. Mattie barged into the room behind Jacob, shoving him aside as she thundered into the room. "Listen up here you fucking dead-looking Twilight-ass motherfucking smug wannabe-vampire only-eats-lettuce probably-anemic twatcustard! I will shove that rock straight up your bleached, parched, barren cunt unless you start talking about where the missing son of a bitch Nicholas is within ten God-damned seconds!" Her explosion had sent all the blood to her face, flushing it with a rich red undertone. If she could shoot fire from her hands, she would have done it by now.

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He startled her again and easily managed to evoke more growls from Mattie. She'd jumped and she'd jump hard, and now she was both trying to look unfazed and struggling to understand what Jacob had just told her. Why the hell wouldn't Nicholas be there?! He practically had a hole in his back!

She turned around and crossed her arms, backing away as she responded because she felt it unwise to be still––to start to loosen up––around Jacob.

"Oh, yes, I obviously know what happened," she said venomously. "Because clearly I know the most of the three of us, right? No, I didn't know he was gone 'till now. He couldn't have gone far though with that gash, though."

She wanted to look for Nick, she truly did––not out of love (which required trust), necessarily, but out of loyalty–– but she didn't want to speak to Jacob more than she absolutely had to. Think, think, think. It hit her that if a mutant could see far enough into the future to lay a poisoned rock in the exact right spot beforehand, they could probably also sense when Nick would be alone.

"Fucking––fucking cat piss champagne," she muttered under her breath, her face going pale. Why hadn't she thought of that before she'd stormed outside? Stupid stupid stupid Mattie! She slowed and stopped her walking backwards, then ran past Jacob back toward the motel. You goddamn idiot.