"Do you know where the professor keeping her? The rogue mutant?" I ask Scott before he leaves our room for private training. His mannerisms look tired, which is understandable. Last night he took me to watch a movie and then for a romantic meal. We didn't get home until gone midnight.
"There's a holding facility down stairs." Scott explains dismissively, pulling on his gloves.
"What? Like a prison?" This place is full of surprises!
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?" He walks quickly over to the nightstand and swaps his glasses for his visor quickly.
"Just wondering." I bite my lip when I see him in full uniform.
"What?" He smirks, noticing my expression.
"You look... Good." My smile grows.
"And you look tired. Back to bed!" He orders. I kneel up on the bed and wrap my arms around him.
"Now that's an order I can follow, Cyclops!" I kiss him quickly and retreat back under the duvet.
Today I'm glad about being kept in bed. I'm exhausted. The stress of yesterday coupled with the late night last night. And John's psychic attack yesterday was more than draining. That guy butchered my goddamn mind!
"Evelyn?" Warren's voice outside the door pulls me from my relaxation.
"Yeah?" I moan. I want to sleep!
He enters the room slowly, a flash of a smile tracing his lips when he sees me curled up in bed.
"The mutant from yesterday is refusing to talk to anyone but you." He says, confirming my fears that I'll have to leave my bed.
"You've gotta be kidding me?!" I pull the pillow beside me over my face, hiding from my responsibilities.
"Unfortunately not." He continues. "She says she wants to speak with you alone, with no surveillance. And, surprisingly, the professor has agreed."
"I thought the professor was with Scott?" My muffled voice speaks out from under the pillow.
"Yeah, that's what I also came to tell you." I hear the awkwardness claiming his voice again.
"What?" I remove the pillow from my face and sit up slightly.
"Although she's not talking to anyone about yesterday, she seems to be having no trouble flirting with your boyfriend." He says too quickly, as if he hopes I won't hear.
"That bitch!" I squeal, throwing the pillow across the room, narrowly missing Warren's head. "Oops. Sorry."
"It's okay." I notice he's trying not to laugh. "They're waiting for you downstairs."
"Fine!" I sigh like a stripy school kid. Warren smirks before leaving the room. I quickly dress in a basic shirt and jeans before heading down to the lower levels of the school.
Once I have descended two floors in the elevator, I stumble out, more than puzzled as to where I'm supposed to be. That is until I hear Scott's voice. He sounds extremely fed up, which makes me feel much better.
Soon, I enter the room where the voices are coming from. The room is split into two halves by a large glass wall. One, where the professor and my team are stood, is relatively empty with just a few seats and a computer desk with a bunch of controls on. The other contains a range of white furniture - an uncomfortable looking bed, a table, a chair, a basic nightstand. This is where Voltage stands, leaning against the glass wall batting her eyes in Scott's direction. I walk over to him and pointedly wrap my arm around his waist.
"You wanted to see me, professor?" I ask politely. I've gotta admit I'm being terribly fake right now.
"Our visitor would like to talk to you apparently." He replies simply.
"Alone." Voltage adds, her voice muffled by the glass.
"Sure." I shrug.
"Are you sure you're okay with this, Ardor?" The professor asks, looking up at me from his wheelchair.
"Yes. I'm fine." I smile reassuringly and the professor nods to my team, who leave the room.
"The surveillance is switched off, and you have total privacy. It would be beneficial if you were to cooperate, child." The professor comments as he leaves. "You have five minutes."
"You have to get me out of here!" Voltage snaps, as soon as the door closes.
"Oh no! No way! You kissed my boyfriend, beat up my teammates and pushed me out of a goddamn building! What reason do I have to-"
"He's going to go into my mind, Evelyn." For the first time, she looks genuinely scared. "If he does, he'll find out about the plan, about John, about you!"
"No." My voice has fallen to a whisper. "No, he can't- Scott- I-"
"That's why I need to get out of here. Now!" She is weirdly serious.
"Okay, okay." I try to order my thoughts this is all happening so quickly. "How? What do you need?"
"Simple." She says, placing her hand on the glass. "I need you to get me eight AA batteries."
"That's all the electricity I need to bust out of this place." She explains.
"What's your name?" I ask quickly.
"Well, they're gunna expect you to tell me something!" I hiss, the stress finally getting to me.
"Jasmine." Her voice sounds strangely pained. "Jasmine Dee."
"Okay, anything else you can't tell me?" I push, hoping for the truth.
"You can tell them I terrorized that street after I caught my boyfriend kissing someone else." She replies sarcastically, mocking my precious actions. "Sounds farfetched, but I heard one lunatic did it."
"Shut up." I say simply. I'm too tired for witty comebacks.
"The offer still stands though." She smiles a satisfied smirk. "If you ever get bored of him-"
"I won't." I cut her off.
"Five minutes is up." Scott announces, entering the room. "Come on."
He guides me out through the door and up to the professor's office, where the team is gathered.
"What did she tell you?" Bobby's curiosity is evident.
"Her name is Jasmine Dee, but she likes to be called Voltage. She has the ability to manipulate any form of electrical energy." I explain. "But other than that she just kept mocking me."
"I can imagine." Scott comments, kissing my cheek.
"But she wants another private chat with me in a couple of hours’ time." I add. Please work.
"No! We've given her what she wanted! Are you going to ignore the fact she tried to kill you just hours ago?" Scott protests.
"No, I just think that we should try to rehabilitate her." I begin to explain. "When she told me her real name, I saw something. I saw... Humanity. I'm thinking that if you just let me talk to her for a couple more minutes, I can get her on our side."
"I think Evelyn has a point." Jean speaks up. What? She's agreeing with me? "Her mutation would be beneficial for the team, professor."
"Yes, Jean." He smiles. "I can definitely understand where you two are coming from. We are discussing the future of one of our own here, a mutant."
"So, shall I go later? To talk to her?" I try not to sound too desperate. But I need to help her!
"Yes, I think so." The professor replies simply. Yes!
**Ugh! I’m sorry the recent chapters have been a bit naff! But the next one is slightly better (I hope). Thanks for any feedback. Seeing the comment, like and favourite count go up is really cool. Also, I wrote a one shot for a competition about Angel’s life before the X-Men. I’d love for you guys to check it out and let me know what you think. It’s the first thing I’ve tried writing in third person! It’s called ‘Broken Angel’ (original, I know) and will be somewhere on my account.**