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Saying that Nicholas looked guilty would be an extreme understatement, but he did. He looked guilty. He looked guiltier than guilty. The grip that he had on the pen tightened so much that the tips of his fingers turned white. Blood rushed to his face, leaving behind a humiliating blush of red. The expression, the blushing, the entire look was present for only a moment before it vanished, and his face darkened into...some emotion that even Jacob was unfamiliar with.
"I didn't do it," Nicholas said incredulously, thinking how unbelievable it was that Mattie assumed he was even able to walk away with a hole in his back. The hole that, when he remembered he had it, seemed to not even be there anymore. There was no pain, no aching, no stinging, nothing. "I was taken. But..." he looked down at the clipboard. The words still were mysteriously undecipherable in his mind. As if he'd lost his ability to read. Alice had assured him that he, too, would be granted paradise. "But I-"
"Also, Nicholas," Alice interrupted, as if Mattie and Jacob weren't even there. "It's been a while since your last dose of M.X. Like I said, three weeks. You're going to need to take it. Hurry up and sign that paper. If you don't get a shot in you soon, it could hurt you."
Nicholas looked at Mattie and Jacob. Jacob shook his head slowly. "Don't sign it, Nick. She's tricking you. Trust me. I put up with the bitch for over a year. I may not have known then, but I know now who she is. What she is. She's a fraud. She told you they're offering paradise, didn't she? It's not true. They're killing all of us. Even the ones that are helping them. They've brainwashed her. They'll brainwash you, too."
Obvious strain and distraught was surfacing, and Nicholas didn't know who to believe. On the one hand, he had his brother, who had previously tried to kill him, but for a year or so had been helping him train and help other mutants. On the other hand, there was Alice -- his brother's ex-girlfriend, who had cared for both him and Jacob, healed their wounds, and helped them both train, as well as the other mutants. For what he knew, Alice and Jacob and he were all supposed to be on the same side. Now, everything was twisted, and Mattie was there, and it was all a mess. All a mess. He looked at Mattie, almost pleadingly.
"I didn't do it," Nicholas said incredulously, thinking how unbelievable it was that Mattie assumed he was even able to walk away with a hole in his back. The hole that, when he remembered he had it, seemed to not even be there anymore. There was no pain, no aching, no stinging, nothing. "I was taken. But..." he looked down at the clipboard. The words still were mysteriously undecipherable in his mind. As if he'd lost his ability to read. Alice had assured him that he, too, would be granted paradise. "But I-"
"Also, Nicholas," Alice interrupted, as if Mattie and Jacob weren't even there. "It's been a while since your last dose of M.X. Like I said, three weeks. You're going to need to take it. Hurry up and sign that paper. If you don't get a shot in you soon, it could hurt you."
Nicholas looked at Mattie and Jacob. Jacob shook his head slowly. "Don't sign it, Nick. She's tricking you. Trust me. I put up with the bitch for over a year. I may not have known then, but I know now who she is. What she is. She's a fraud. She told you they're offering paradise, didn't she? It's not true. They're killing all of us. Even the ones that are helping them. They've brainwashed her. They'll brainwash you, too."
Obvious strain and distraught was surfacing, and Nicholas didn't know who to believe. On the one hand, he had his brother, who had previously tried to kill him, but for a year or so had been helping him train and help other mutants. On the other hand, there was Alice -- his brother's ex-girlfriend, who had cared for both him and Jacob, healed their wounds, and helped them both train, as well as the other mutants. For what he knew, Alice and Jacob and he were all supposed to be on the same side. Now, everything was twisted, and Mattie was there, and it was all a mess. All a mess. He looked at Mattie, almost pleadingly.
Despite the size of the outside of the building, which gave the impression that it could be a multi-room office, when Mattie kicked the door down, there was only one small, bright room similar to that of a quaint doctor's office with no other exit doors in sight. The fact that Mattie had gone in front of him and kicked the door down not only surprised Jacob, but the two occupants of the room as well, which were both Nicholas and Alice. Jacob stared, confused, between the two and the clipboard in Nicholas' hands.
"Nick," he said slowly. "What'cha got there?"
It didn't matter, he figured. He knew Mattie would explode soon enough.
"Nick," he said slowly. "What'cha got there?"
It didn't matter, he figured. He knew Mattie would explode soon enough.
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When Jacob took Morrighan's hand, he almost expected it to be rough, or slimy, or disgusting in some way. It was quite the contrary, however. Her hand was very smooth and soft, but cold. It was almost as if he was holding onto a bundle of firm, cool silk. As he pondered this, Morrighan worked her magic, quite literally. Mattie took her hand and then Morrighan began muttering under her breath. Jacob waited patiently, knowing what was coming. They were going to teleport. The use of magic in an otherwise mundane world was not uncommon to Jacob now, but it was true that he hadn't revealed the reality of it to Nicholas. Not yet. He had figured his brother had been through enough confusion and disorientation.
Then, as he thought these thoughts, they poofed. "Poofing" left behind a faint mist in coordination to the color of the teleporter's aura. In their case, Morrighan was the teleporter, and she left behind a curious blue mist that neither Jacob nor Mattie got to see because second-hand teleportation was like going blind for a brief period. Second-hand teleportation was a very odd experience. Jacob didn't know if it felt the same to teleport by oneself because he did not possess that ability. But, as they poofed, it felt as if his skin was being melted off by cold instead of heat. He couldn't see a thing, alternating between seeing pitch blackness and blinding whiteness.
After a few long seconds, it was over. Morrighan, Jacob, and Mattie were all standing in front of an alley. Had it been night, it would have been a very dark, very eerie alley. Morrighan continued to hold tight to both Jacob's and Mattie's hands, and brought them forward into the buildings' crevice. She brought them all the way up to the dead-ending wall and placed each of their hands against it, with her hands over theirs. Jacob had also morphed before. Second-hand morphing. It was easy, it was quick, and it didn't give any foreign or odd sensations. One minute, they were standing at the end of the alley. The next minute, they were standing at the entrance of a gray, brick building.
"He's in there," Morrighan chirped, voice all too cheery and amused. Then, she vanished.
Jacob was alone with Mattie. It was odd. It was awkward. The two stood in front of the door, and Jacob had no idea what would come next. He had never been here before. It was a strange place, and he was with a stranger, a former enemy, or perhaps even a current enemy. However, he wouldn't let the negative vibes from the situation falter his confidence or courage.
"Well," he said. "We have to find out if he really is in there."
He turned the doorknob.
It took at least ten minutes for Nicholas to wake up again. He was conscious of another pinching sensation in his outer body, as if being stuck with a needle again. Alice had since abandoned the inner conversation they were having, saying nothing after he'd agreed to help. When he finally awoke, he was not any less disoriented than the first time. There were no longer straps restraining him to the table. He moved his hands in front of himself freely, examining them to make sure that they were really there. Was he awake? Was this real? Was it another simulation? He didn't know what to believe. He was so confused. So dazed.
"Welcome back," came Alice's voice. He looked over to see the redhead removing a pair of latex gloves from her hands and disposing them into a trash bin. "I'm glad we came to an agreement. I hope you know...that this is just for the best. Okay? Your brother doesn't want to help us. That's why...that's why I wasn't going with you all. It wasn't my duty."
Nicholas sat up and looked around. The room looked exactly like a doctor's office, complete with a medical counter and all.
"Where are we?"
"The Underworld," Alice replied simply and calmly.
"Ah."
The Underworld was the name given by mutants which referred to the underground community that most of them had taken shelter in. Where the drugs were distributed. Where there was more destruction to be freely made than on the above world. Even though many mutants had lost their sense of morality, it seemed that they were civil enough to not interfere with the lives of normal humans. Either that, or they were afraid of what might happen should they be discovered.
"So, if you're really going to help," Alice continued, pulling a clipboard out from a counter's drawer. "I need you to sign this."
The clipboard and a pen was pushed toward Nicholas. He grabbed both and tried to read over the document, but curiously found it difficult to read the words. "What's this?"
"To be honest? Soul binding. You're basically selling your soul to the administration of Mexo Laboratories."
Nicholas shook his head, "Is...Is it required? What if I change my mind?"
Alice stepped in front of him and crouched to his eye level, looking at him very solemnly. "You can't change your mind now, Nick. They will kill you."
He found it difficult to swallow now. The pen was gripped in his fingers so tightly that he was almost afraid he'd crush it. With a deep breath, he put the pen to the paper, and paused. "Okay..." he said, staring down at the paper. "Okay..."
Then, as he thought these thoughts, they poofed. "Poofing" left behind a faint mist in coordination to the color of the teleporter's aura. In their case, Morrighan was the teleporter, and she left behind a curious blue mist that neither Jacob nor Mattie got to see because second-hand teleportation was like going blind for a brief period. Second-hand teleportation was a very odd experience. Jacob didn't know if it felt the same to teleport by oneself because he did not possess that ability. But, as they poofed, it felt as if his skin was being melted off by cold instead of heat. He couldn't see a thing, alternating between seeing pitch blackness and blinding whiteness.
After a few long seconds, it was over. Morrighan, Jacob, and Mattie were all standing in front of an alley. Had it been night, it would have been a very dark, very eerie alley. Morrighan continued to hold tight to both Jacob's and Mattie's hands, and brought them forward into the buildings' crevice. She brought them all the way up to the dead-ending wall and placed each of their hands against it, with her hands over theirs. Jacob had also morphed before. Second-hand morphing. It was easy, it was quick, and it didn't give any foreign or odd sensations. One minute, they were standing at the end of the alley. The next minute, they were standing at the entrance of a gray, brick building.
"He's in there," Morrighan chirped, voice all too cheery and amused. Then, she vanished.
Jacob was alone with Mattie. It was odd. It was awkward. The two stood in front of the door, and Jacob had no idea what would come next. He had never been here before. It was a strange place, and he was with a stranger, a former enemy, or perhaps even a current enemy. However, he wouldn't let the negative vibes from the situation falter his confidence or courage.
"Well," he said. "We have to find out if he really is in there."
He turned the doorknob.
It took at least ten minutes for Nicholas to wake up again. He was conscious of another pinching sensation in his outer body, as if being stuck with a needle again. Alice had since abandoned the inner conversation they were having, saying nothing after he'd agreed to help. When he finally awoke, he was not any less disoriented than the first time. There were no longer straps restraining him to the table. He moved his hands in front of himself freely, examining them to make sure that they were really there. Was he awake? Was this real? Was it another simulation? He didn't know what to believe. He was so confused. So dazed.
"Welcome back," came Alice's voice. He looked over to see the redhead removing a pair of latex gloves from her hands and disposing them into a trash bin. "I'm glad we came to an agreement. I hope you know...that this is just for the best. Okay? Your brother doesn't want to help us. That's why...that's why I wasn't going with you all. It wasn't my duty."
Nicholas sat up and looked around. The room looked exactly like a doctor's office, complete with a medical counter and all.
"Where are we?"
"The Underworld," Alice replied simply and calmly.
"Ah."
The Underworld was the name given by mutants which referred to the underground community that most of them had taken shelter in. Where the drugs were distributed. Where there was more destruction to be freely made than on the above world. Even though many mutants had lost their sense of morality, it seemed that they were civil enough to not interfere with the lives of normal humans. Either that, or they were afraid of what might happen should they be discovered.
"So, if you're really going to help," Alice continued, pulling a clipboard out from a counter's drawer. "I need you to sign this."
The clipboard and a pen was pushed toward Nicholas. He grabbed both and tried to read over the document, but curiously found it difficult to read the words. "What's this?"
"To be honest? Soul binding. You're basically selling your soul to the administration of Mexo Laboratories."
Nicholas shook his head, "Is...Is it required? What if I change my mind?"
Alice stepped in front of him and crouched to his eye level, looking at him very solemnly. "You can't change your mind now, Nick. They will kill you."
He found it difficult to swallow now. The pen was gripped in his fingers so tightly that he was almost afraid he'd crush it. With a deep breath, he put the pen to the paper, and paused. "Okay..." he said, staring down at the paper. "Okay..."
There went Mattie again, cursing up a storm with those strange hieroglyphs being spat out of her mouth. Jacob shook his head, certain now that he wasn't just seeing things. He held out a hand in front of Mattie and said, "That's enough. She's going to show us where Nicholas is. It's fine. I don't really think she had any part in harming Nicholas. Even if she did, she wouldn't tell us."
The woman scoffed, earning a sideways glare from Jacob. He didn't really care that he was talking about her in front of her face. She was evil. At least, she used to be evil. It had been a couple of years since he'd interacted with her, and the last time he did, he was the one who was trying to kill his brother and his brother's girlfriend. The thought gave him an internal shudder.
"Yes," Morrighan said, ceasing her malicious staring at Mattie. "I assure you this time, however, I have no part in his upcoming demise."
"Do you have to be so morbid?" Jacob rolled his eyes.
"Well," she replied, "No. It's a habit." That reply was unexpected. Thanks to that, there was a brief awkward silence that was broken when Morrighan said, "Anyway, like I said, I know where he is. Come here, grab my hand." She held each hand out to them.
Jacob was apprehensive, but eventually he hesitantly stepped forward and grabbed the mutant demon's hand. He looked back at Mattie, waiting to see if she was either going to come with them or stay.
Maybe this will set your mind straight.
The words faded as if Nicholas was slowly sinking back under the water he'd escaped from. There was a slight pinch in his bicep, one of the last feelings he could recall before darkness consumed him again. However, he was conscious. He was conscious of the darkness that he'd sunken into. He could feel his eyeballs moving behind their lids. It didn't matter which way he looked, there was darkness. Then a light, but not like the one he'd woken up to. It was a light like a star, steadily growing until it felt like it was right in front of his face. Finding that he could move his limbs again, he reached out to grab the light, but his hand only went through it. Then the light disappeared, only to reveal him to be in a room whiter and emptier than the one he'd been strapped in. One could not decipher the floor from the wall from the ceiling. It was white, empty space.
"Like in a movie," he found himself saying aloud. His own voice startled him -- it was loud and left an echo.
"Yes," another voice responded. It was Alice.
"What did you do to me?" Nicholas asked, but he wasn't angry. In fact, he felt very peaceful. Very content. "Where am I?"
"You're in your own mind."
He looked around and scoffed. "Really? It's pretty empty in here."
"Oh, cut the jokes," Alice sighed. Nicholas was sure that if she could see her, she'd be holding her head in frustration. "You can't just be like your brother, can you? Always gotta be joking around."
"Sorry," Nicholas said, unsure why he was apologizing.
"Nick, you've grown soft. That's that. You're going back to how you were in the simulation, and they can't have that."
"Who's they?"
"I think you know."
Nicholas felt his heart sink, because he did know who they were. The head honchos back at the lab. The lab that he refused to go back to. The lab that they were fighting. "Why are you working for them?"
There was a pause, one that probably seemed longer than it actually was, before Alice finally responded. "They've promised us paradise, but we need you. We need you, Mattie, and Jacob. You three..." she sighed, "You three are the strongest. As much as I hate to admit it. You three are the most valuable. We need you to help us. We need you to help us get all of the mutants back to the lab. The ones who resist...will be destroyed. I don't want you three to be destroyed. I want you to make it to paradise with the rest of us."
Nicholas should have been angry. He should have been appalled at the thought of helping those sons of bitches get what they wanted. But again, he was just so...calm. Content. Relaxed. The word that came out of his mouth seemed both forced and enthusiastic at the same time. It was an odd feeling. His voice wasn't his.
"Okay."
The woman scoffed, earning a sideways glare from Jacob. He didn't really care that he was talking about her in front of her face. She was evil. At least, she used to be evil. It had been a couple of years since he'd interacted with her, and the last time he did, he was the one who was trying to kill his brother and his brother's girlfriend. The thought gave him an internal shudder.
"Yes," Morrighan said, ceasing her malicious staring at Mattie. "I assure you this time, however, I have no part in his upcoming demise."
"Do you have to be so morbid?" Jacob rolled his eyes.
"Well," she replied, "No. It's a habit." That reply was unexpected. Thanks to that, there was a brief awkward silence that was broken when Morrighan said, "Anyway, like I said, I know where he is. Come here, grab my hand." She held each hand out to them.
Jacob was apprehensive, but eventually he hesitantly stepped forward and grabbed the mutant demon's hand. He looked back at Mattie, waiting to see if she was either going to come with them or stay.
Maybe this will set your mind straight.
The words faded as if Nicholas was slowly sinking back under the water he'd escaped from. There was a slight pinch in his bicep, one of the last feelings he could recall before darkness consumed him again. However, he was conscious. He was conscious of the darkness that he'd sunken into. He could feel his eyeballs moving behind their lids. It didn't matter which way he looked, there was darkness. Then a light, but not like the one he'd woken up to. It was a light like a star, steadily growing until it felt like it was right in front of his face. Finding that he could move his limbs again, he reached out to grab the light, but his hand only went through it. Then the light disappeared, only to reveal him to be in a room whiter and emptier than the one he'd been strapped in. One could not decipher the floor from the wall from the ceiling. It was white, empty space.
"Like in a movie," he found himself saying aloud. His own voice startled him -- it was loud and left an echo.
"Yes," another voice responded. It was Alice.
"What did you do to me?" Nicholas asked, but he wasn't angry. In fact, he felt very peaceful. Very content. "Where am I?"
"You're in your own mind."
He looked around and scoffed. "Really? It's pretty empty in here."
"Oh, cut the jokes," Alice sighed. Nicholas was sure that if she could see her, she'd be holding her head in frustration. "You can't just be like your brother, can you? Always gotta be joking around."
"Sorry," Nicholas said, unsure why he was apologizing.
"Nick, you've grown soft. That's that. You're going back to how you were in the simulation, and they can't have that."
"Who's they?"
"I think you know."
Nicholas felt his heart sink, because he did know who they were. The head honchos back at the lab. The lab that he refused to go back to. The lab that they were fighting. "Why are you working for them?"
There was a pause, one that probably seemed longer than it actually was, before Alice finally responded. "They've promised us paradise, but we need you. We need you, Mattie, and Jacob. You three..." she sighed, "You three are the strongest. As much as I hate to admit it. You three are the most valuable. We need you to help us. We need you to help us get all of the mutants back to the lab. The ones who resist...will be destroyed. I don't want you three to be destroyed. I want you to make it to paradise with the rest of us."
Nicholas should have been angry. He should have been appalled at the thought of helping those sons of bitches get what they wanted. But again, he was just so...calm. Content. Relaxed. The word that came out of his mouth seemed both forced and enthusiastic at the same time. It was an odd feeling. His voice wasn't his.
"Okay."
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