From across the hallway

Part 49

Missy gave a groan.

Her head pounded like crazy, feeling like she had just gone ten rounds in boxing ring. 

She blinked her eyes open, feeling woozy and disorientated. And it was then and only then, did she remember just who she had seen in her living room.

It had not been Deadpool after all, but instead another man had emerged from the shadows.

And before Missy had even been able to say a word, she had been hit over the back of the head and blacked out.

She blinked a couple of times now, gazing around...

It was daytime, and Missy found herself sitting on some sort of rooftop, with her hands lashed tightly to a metal pole behind her. She was still dressed in her now-dusty work clothes, made up of a dark pencil skirt and grubby cream blouse, with nothing but high heels on her freezing cold feet.

But Missy's heart immediately began to pound, her eyes darting this way and that.

"Oh, morning beautiful'," said a sudden male voice from her side, as a hand grabbed her face roughly.

It was a British voice and Missy raised her gaze skyward, staring directly up at the man she had seen only last night. The man that had been standing in the darkness.

He was medium build and muscular, with a shaved head and a unfaltering smirk.

A woman stood beside him, with short dark hair and her strong hand on Missy's face, her own features fixed into a tight grimace.

"You can let go now, Angel," said the man, placing his hand to the woman's forearm gently. "I think Melissa probably has a pounding headache to contend with, right about now."

But Missy didn't react to his comment. Her thoughts were not on herself any longer.

She found herself getting angry. No, more than angry. Furious.

"Where the hell is my daughter, you absolute fucking cock-suckers!" roared Missy, tugging against her bonds.

That was all she could think about...where her beautiful baby girl was right now.

And if anything had happened to her, there would be hell to pay.

But the man merely smiled his horrible smile.

"Oh I see you've got a mouth on you. You and  Wade," he said in a simpering tone, giving a laugh. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Your daughter's fine. She's just taking a little rest."

And with that, the man stepped aside and Missy gazed up, her eyes widening.

For there was Emily, unconscious, in what looked like a large glass coffin, her little arms and legs strapped up.

"We haven't turned the machine on...yet," said the man with a smirk. "But you never know, she might just come out with a pretty great mutation-"

"I'm going to kill you!" said Missy getting to her feet suddenly, the bonds around her wrists the only thing keeping her from tearing at the man's face. "You fucking monster! She's four years old!"

"And yet she's perfect leverage for when your boyfriend comes calling..." said the man, grinning. "Which he ultimately will."

"You've got the wrong people," said Missy shaking her head. She didn't even know who these maniacs were...it couldn't be them they were after. "My boyfriend...he's dead."

She was pleading, desperate, her eyes flickering back over to where her daughter lay unconscious.

"See, we thought that too," said the man before her, cocking his shaven head to the side. "But he keeps coming back...like a cockroach...but uglier."