adore you // Scott Summers

╰☆☆ • seven • ☆☆╮

Dallas came to when the door slammed shut, feeling sick to her stomach as she stood slowly from the floor. Looking around she noticed how high the ceiling was, the amount of reinforced steel, and the heavy ass duty door that blocked her from leaving the room. She was beginning to panic, the only two people who saved her from a situation like this was either but at the X-Mansion with no idea where she is or dead. She always did this to herself; acting before she has had time to think over what her actions might cause in the long run. She crouched back down to the floor, sitting against a wall and began to cry. This is one of the few times she has let herself break in front of anyone.

When Hank came to, he could hear sniffling and looked around. He took in the room like Dallas had until he found her sitting there crying. In the years he has known Dallas, she has never been the one to cry over anything. But he understood why she'd break now. He didn't find it weak like Dallas would when she noticed he was awake. He ran a hand over his face and felt the fur making him let out a sigh, catching Dallas' attention.

She quickly wiped away her tears and stood to her feet. Peter woke up then as well as Raven and Moria. Raven noticed her hand was still blue and made herself look like her normal pale skinned, blonde haired, blue eyed self she would rather be walking around like.

"Whoa!" Peter exclaimed when he noticed Hank. "What's wrong with you? Is that going to happen to all of us?" He asked afraid making the Beast shake his head.

"No, don't worry." Hank sighed. "I left my meds at home." He looked at Dallas who gave him a double thumbs up.

"Oh give me a break, I was nine," Dallas claimed raising her hands in defense. "you being big Blue doesn't bother me." She dropped her hands, letting them slap her thighs. "Well, anymore at least." Hank gave her a look while she just winked at him playfully giving with finger guns making everyone laugh. They have always a brother/sister relationship and she was thankful for it at the moment.

"Why me though?" Moira thought out loud but before anyone could reply, a man walked up to the glass above them at the top of the chamber. They all looked up in his direction as he tapped on a microphone.

"Hey!" Raven shouts.

"Mystique," Stryker replied coolly. He watched Raven closely.

"Major Stryker." She snarled.

"Ah ah, it's Colonel Stryker now." He corrected.

"I'm Moira, Moira MacTaggert, Senior Officer at the CIA!" Moira offered with a bit of hope he'd know who she was and let her out, but it seemed Stryker didn't care who she was or what she did. "You can't keep me in here!" She screams, looking mad and about to lose her shit.

"Actually, I can." Stryker smiled madly. "A psychic event just destroyed every nuke from here to Moscow. That event came from exactly where we found you, at the home of the world's most powerful psychic. So, you're going to tell me," he looked down at the five of them. "where is Charles Xavier?"

Pain and fear could be seen in the eyes of Moira, Hank and Raven. Dallas and Peter shared an expression with one another questioning the look from the other three. "It's not him you should be worried about, there is someone else out there more powerful." Moira spoke and Stryker looked to be in disbelief.

"If you let us out of here, we can help you!" Raven yelled making the man in the box let out a scoff.

"Do you really expect me to believe that? You can put on any face you want, but I know who you are. What you are." With that one last gab, he walked away.

"I hate that guy." Raven muttered, making Dallas nod in agreement.

They started looking for a way out of the chamber just as the heard the message come through. Dallas leaned against the wall behind her and grabbed her head, groaning in an unbelievable amount of discomfort. Hank hurried to her side and put a hand on her shoulder. He knew how using to many mutations around the same time had it's side effects. Tapping into mutations like Charles and Jean's has it perks but then if they're too close she hears overlapping thoughts and voices.