Eloi

Eloi Chapter Fifty One
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Mystique kept her eyes closed, feigning sedation, as the room came alive around her. She knew of the Morlocks. She knew them well. She had seen Marrow on numerous occasions, creeping around Magneto’s home, and she had even mimicked her a few times, entering the Tunnel to assess the potential of the sewer-dwellers. _They’re coming from below, _ she thought miserably. _Everything’s gone pearshaped. _ Sabretooth roared, a near-deafening sound, and she knew that they were doing something to him, something he not only did not like and found painful, but something that they would pay for—painfully—very soon. Her awareness was nearly whole, the effects of the drugs wearing off. She knew she could move freely again if she chose to, that she had enough control to shift if she wanted to, but she did not. She remained in her natural form, naked and blue, lying on the floor near a pool of her own vomit. _Wait, _ she ordered herself. _Wait. _
“What the HELL are you doing?”
“Locking the door!”
“And locking us in with those things?”
Mystique recognized the voices of her two main captors, the cold blooded killer and the pseudo-doctor. “Those things,” she said softly, pushing herself up onto her arms, her lower body stretched almost languoriously on the cement floor, “might save your life.” Sabretooth growled. “Might, I said. Might.”
“Shut. UP!”
The butt of the shock stick swung towards her but she caught it, her fingers wrapping around the taped handle and pulling it towards her. The man holding the other end, luckily not activated, tumbled forward. Mystique rolled easily to one side, out of his path, standing as he fell. She twirled the shock stick in her hand, turning it so that the dangerous end was pressed against his throat. “Now, now,” she purred. “You’re making this hard on yourself. You have kidnapped us, tortured us, and done things you deserve to die for. Don’t think that I’m going to let that go so easily. You see those people on your little view screens?” She pressed the tip of the stick to his chin, pushing his face so that he could see the screen. “They’re not nearly as nice as I am. They’ve got years of bad mood stored up, ready to take it out on you.” She punctuated the last few words with taps of the inert stick. She did not turn as the female captor, Brown, came up behind her. “Sit down,” she ordered, hooking her foot around Brown’s ankle. A shot fired, glancing Mystique’s shoulder and drawing a thin line of blood. The bullet lodged in the bank of computers opposite her as Brown tumbled to the ground, the hard smack of flesh against concrete oddly satisfying to Mystique’s ears. “Where did your other little friends go?” she demanded, pressing the stick again against the soft part of the doctor’s neck.
“Bitch,” he spat, a trail of saliva dribbling down his chin. “Fucking cunt! You’re less than scum!”
“Oh, shut UP!” She flipped the switch on the stick, holding it just far enough away from his body so that the nimbus of the electricity played havoc with his senses but did not inflict pain. “I can put this in so many interesting places in your body to make you talk. Now…where did they go?”
“To their stations,” Brown gasped behind her, slowly regaining her breath. “We will not be taken!”
Mystique smiled faintly. “Keep a good thought.” She shut off the stick and threw it to one side, lodging a firm, punishing kick to the man’s chin, making his head bounce off the concrete. “Now,” she murmured, turning from the now-unconscious man and pacing past Brown, moving to stand in front of Sabretooth’s enclosure. “Where’s the off switch?”
“I don’t know,” Brown panted. “I just…follow orders.”
“That didn’t work sixty years ago, it won’t work now,” Mystique snarled. “Stop pacing, for fuck’s sake,” she added as an aside to Sabretooth. “You’re annoying me!”
Brown watched the blue skinned woman hurry to the undamaged control panel and begin examining the switches and buttons there. “The controls…are elsewhere,” she groaned, pushing herself into a standing position. “Hidden away.”
Mystique counted to ten under her breath before turning to face Brown. “How do I know you’re not lying?”
“You don’t… I can’t make you trust me.” She limped forward, holding out her hand. “But I have a good reason for not wanting those muties hurt.”
“Liar.”
“Hardly.” She slowy pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it aside. The thin body armor came next, thumping to the floor. Gingerly, she ran her hands down her sides and sighed. “I’m one of them.”
Mystique could not help it—she had to stare. Gills fluttered on the woman’s side, opening and closing with each breath, revealing a rainbow hue of iridescent flesh each time they opened.
“Good to breathe freely again,” she said, smiling painfully.
“What the FUCK are you doing here if you’re one of us?” Mystique demanded, striding forward as if to strike her.
“Covert ops,” Brown spat back, blocking the other woman’s punch. “And I’m not one of you. I’m one of them,” she said softly, pointing to the monitors. “They’ll take no prisoners. You’re Eloi.”
“We’re…what?” Mystique blinked rapidly. “You’re insane. How do I get Sabretooth free?”
“I don’t know. I’m new,” she said with a hint of irony. “You’re my prisoner now, though. Both of you,” she added. She glanced at Sabretooth and sighed. “ I need back up.”
“Like Hell,” Mystique muttered, swinging a hard roundhouse kick at Brown’s head. The other woman ducked and rolled, sweeping her foot under Mystique to offset her balance. The blue woman managed to catch herself, landing in a crouch. “Catch me if you can.”
“Not a problem,” Brown smiled softly.
Mystique had time to curse her luck as the shock stick pressed into her neck.