Initiation

Chapter 22: Unexpected Appearances

     Sitting in a jail cell was rather calming. Since darkness loomed around me I could easily take a nap if I wanted too. Sure, the metal bench was hard, but I've slept on the floor for half of my life. Being this far back in the prison also gave me much needed privacy. Xavier couldn't hound me about my lineage.

     Sam was AWOL and trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. Even the others who knew about my existence, avoided me. I didn't mind one bit. I preferred it. Some could call me a loner, an introvert, or even anti-social. In reality, I simply didn't care about personal interactions with people who were my enemy.

     As I ponder through my thoughts a faint clicking noise echoes down the hall with perfect synchronization and rhythm. I sit up from lying on my back as the sound approaches my end of the hall. Wolf whistles bounce of the concrete walls moments later.

     My eyebrow perches slightly- the prisoners only seemed to do that with the female population. As I had witnessed earlier. My lips part open when I see who ends up stopping in front of my cell. Even in the dark I could make out who this was, but being shocked was an understatement.

      Her narrowed pearl grey eyes are almost luminescent in the darkness. I could see why Sam was interested in her in a more romantic fashion. Her long dark brown hair falls past her shoulders in soft curls. She had full lips, her cheekbones were well-defined, and her eyebrows are perfectly trimmed. I also understood the wolf whistles from earlier. Cassidy was dressed in a fitted dark grey pencil skirt and a white ruffled blouse. Not to mention she wore three-inch heels.

     My eyes trail down from her cold expression to the keys dangling from her hands, before flashing back up.

"Are you going to break me out of jail?" I ask with a smug tone.

She continues giving me a hard stare. She sighs a moment later in annoyance.

"I heard what Sam and Agent Abrams did. Word travels fast around here, especially when you are in the program to become Xavier's personal guard." She responds dryly. Apparently, she is not very pleased. Her voice becomes colder as she continues, "I understand Sam's reasoning, but he doesn't deserve a slap on the wrist for this. Especially for a monster of your pedigree."

     My lips pull up on one side to form a smirk. I am impressed that she has a backbone, considering how she's strictly an aura endowed. Then again, she did have to grow up fast with her deadbeat dad. An idea sparks to life and my smirk deepens. Her cold gaze becomes hesitant at the intensity of my expression.

"Looks like you are going to follow in daddy's footsteps," my tone is just short of mockery. "That's interesting... since he was such a terrible father." I counter with suppressed glee. Maybe I truly was a monster.

     Her eyes widen in pain at my knowledge of her background before her hands clench into fists. "Agent Abrams" she seethes under her breath while looking down at the floor.

Her angered gaze travels snap back up to meet my eyes. "The difference," she begins, pausing to collect herself, "between my father and I, is that I'll a more truthful and just guard than he ever was. I'm making my own name for myself. He has nothing to do with my decision." She corrects sternly.

     I highly doubted her dad being a major prick had no influence on her career decision, but I let that fact slide. What crossed my thoughts next might change her mind after I ended up saying what was in my head. I was on a roll and did not want to stop. Irking her is almost as fun, if not more, than teasing and getting Sam all worked up.

"I bet your mother  would be so proud." I respond daringly.

Her glare instantaneously becomes murderous. I wait for her to retaliate with expecting eyes.