World's End

Chapter Twenty Nine

"Marissa!" Marissa groaned as she heard her name. "If you don't wake up now, I'm going to throw another shoe at you." Marissa's eyes fluttered open and she hissed at the pounding headache that throbbed at the front of her brain.

"I think she's awake."

"Yeah, I'm definitely awake." She was laying on her side so she rolled herself onto her back and blinked a few times, eyes stinging at the light that she now stared into. She pushed herself up slowly and sat cross legged, resting her head in her hands. "What happened?" She asked. Her brain was foggy on the details.

"Well, I don't know about you but we just had an information dump and now I need to take an actual dump because what the hell." Jax was pacing. Marissa looked up and squinted at him. "We're mutants?"

"We," Lincoln pointed between him and Jax. "Are mutants. Marissa here, is a golden child."

"Yeah, sure. I want to stick a stake between the eyes of Maarkus."

"Who's Maarkus?"

"Master of this hell hole." Marissa muttered as she rubbed her eyes. She felt like she had a hangover. Lincoln was crouched by her cell, holding on to the bars that they shared. "How long was I out?"

"'Bout an hour. They brought you in and we thought you were dead." Jax stopped pacing to lean on his bars. "What happened?" Marissa shook her head for a moment and rubbed her forehead.

"It's a long story."

"I think we have time." Jax deadpanned. Marissa huffed a laugh through her nose and then sighed. She looked between the two of them and motioned for them to sit. They did and then she delved into the story of what had happened to her.

Despite the foggy feeling in her brain, as she spoke, it cleared. She could remember almost everything, from the Horsemen to Maarkus and the story he had told her. All the way down to the surprise declaration that he was her father and he thought that they were the key to bringing the Horsemen back to their former, fully powered glory. The boys sat there in shock, Jax's jaw dropping as she spoke.

"So we are a mutated version of whatever you are."

"Apparently."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means I was born in a lab with a psychopaths DNA and you guys are somewhat like me." Marissa stared blankly at the floor as she spoke.

"Okay but how are we different?" Marissa shrugged. "I mean, if he's creating a perfect human race and we are somehow a mutated version of that, wouldn't we know?"

"I don't know. I don't know what any of this means. All I know is that I don't know anything and I don't know whether to trust what he's said but something in me knows it's true." She groaned and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "This is so screwed up."

"You're telling me." Jax rested his head on the bars of his cell. They sat there silently.

"Wait so we're mutated, right?"

"Yeah." She looked over at Lincoln and raised an eyebrow.

"A mutated version of you." She sighed.

"Yes, Lincoln. Your parents were exposed to the same stuff that made me, apparently. And no, that would not make us related." Lincoln gave a small sigh of relief as she said that but then immediately frowned.

"My parents were never anywhere near the outskirts of home. They were terrified of leaving before they died." Jax looked over at him and gave him a look. "What?"

"We don't know what our parents did or were like before we were born. I just assumed I was a bunker baby. Clearly my parents weren't quite as adherent to that as anyone else was but you know what, that's okay." Jaz rambled, more to himself than to anyone else. Marissa sighed and ribbed her eyes, tiredness settling in. "So what's the plan?"