"I know," the man starts stepping in front of me once again. "Pretty extraordinary how I've restrained them each in a unique way, as to block the use of their mutations."
"Scott!" I shout, the pain of seeing the beautiful boy before me tied up and powerless is almost overwhelming.
"Evelyn?" He turns his head to face me. "Evelyn, why did you come here?"
"I had to come. I had to-" the man slaps Scott across the face. I gasp in shock. He laughs.
"It's funny really," he turns back to me "Your darling boyfriend was the easiest to restrain. His powers are so... Pathetic. All I had to do was ensure his hands were tied, and poor Scotty couldn't access his irritating little mutation."
"You're sick!" I snarl. "What do you want with us?"
"All in good time, princess." He bends forward and strokes my cheek with his thumb. I pull my face away. He straightens up and turns back towards my team mates. "Firstly, I need to show you how the rest of your group are so cleverly held."
The two men beside me drag me forward until I am in line with Scott to my left. He pulls hard against his restraints.
"Let her go!" He shouts. "Let them all go, you cowards!"
The man slaps him again.
"Shut up, goggles. Or we'll kill her right in front of your pretty red eyes." He hisses.
"Evelyn, I love you." He whispers weakly.
"I love you too," I say, allowing the sobs to flow from my body.
"Aww. How sweet..." The man moans sarcastically. "Next!"
I am pulled forward and see the next figure becoming more clear from the darkness. Jean. She's crying - practically hysterically. There are thick headphones over her ears.
"Jean Grey. The telepath." He laughs "She's too distraught to do anything with her powers, so they was no need to restrain her any more than lover boy behind us. But just in case, every time she calms down, even the slightest bit, we send a painfully loud and high pitched noise through those headphones, which completely destroys any small amount of concentration she may have gained."
Poor Jean! That's hideous. Wait. Why doesn't he know she's telekinetic? How has she hidden it? I don't know, but I'm glad she has!
I am being dragged forward again, until Warren comes into clear sight. He is restrained similarly to the other two, but he also has a long length of barbed wire wrapped around his upper body numerous times. I glance to his wings. The beautiful white feathers are stained red with blood in numerous places. A tear falls down my cheek again. Warren's head hangs down and he stares at his knees. Oh, Angel!
"Quite beautiful really, isn't it?" the man questions, circling Warren's chair. "The angel restrained by a band of thorns. It could be straight out of the bible!"
I am dragged forward one last time. Now, I can see Bobby's tear stained face. Bobby. The funny young boy I'd laughed with earlier, who could not be older than fifteen, now appears completely broken, his face tight with pain.
"This is my favourite," the man begins "How do you stop a boy who can project ice from his body? Like this!" He kicks the large metal box in front of Bobby's chair that covers the boy's hands. Bobby jumps and winces at the man's strong contact.
"He's just a child! How can you do this to him?" I exclaim, the tears now falling freely.
"Hush, Evelyn. You don't even know what 'this' is yet! Please, allow me to explain." He clears his throat. "Each time young Robert here as much as moves his hands, this box fills with flames, essentially burning the boy and melting every snowflake in him!"
"No." The word is quiet and unbelievably weak. I try again. "No! You can't treat us like this!"
He ignores my statement. "I bet you're wondering why we are not putting your dear Scotty through the pain that we are putting the other three through." I hadn't thought about that. The pain the others are feeling must be excruciating! Why hasn't he done anything to Scott?
The man bends down and whispers far too softly into my ear. "He's going to watch you die and he won't be able to do anything about it."
I am being pulled backwards now, back so far that I am next to Scott again.
The men holding me release me suddenly and I drop to the floor.
"Evelyn!" Scott shouts.
The dark haired man grabs my right arm roughly and lifts me up to stand.
"Say goodbye to lover boy, princess." He whispers and nods to one of the men who held me before. The man raises a gun and pushes against Scott's head. "Don't try anything stupid!"
The man behind me pushes me forward and I fall into Scott's lap. I embrace him immediately.
"Scott. Scott, they're going to hurt me. But it doesn't matter. It's not your fault. I love you. You have to stay focused, whatever they do to me. It doesn't matter. Just stay focused!" I say hurriedly, looking into his red lenses.
"What? No! No, I won't let them hurt you!" He shouts angrily, the second man pushes the gun further against Scott's temple. I sob heavily.
"Please. Don't. Please, Scott. Just-" he cuts me off with a kiss. As soon as our lips meet, the surroundings fall away. I feel temporarily safe. I feel my breathing slow and my heart rate settle. I long to feel his arms around me. He pulls away gently, before whispering softly to me.
"I'm not leaving you here."
At that moment, I feel a sharp pain at the back of my head, and everything descends into darkness.
**This chapter was actually really difficult to write, especially Bobby’s part. I’m sorry if it totally sucks! Anyway, last night, spent a few hours working into a comic book sketch of Evelyn (dances happily), so I thought I’d post it here (it’s already in my Mumbles). Feedback on the story please? Do you like where it’s going? What do you think of the X-Men? Comments and reviews are always super helpful. Thank you!**