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The female mutant laughed and was about to add to Jake's comment, when a familiar laugh made its way to her ears and cause a chill to run down her spine. Riley froze where she was, hoping to God that that laughter was Jake and not who she thought it was. Glancing at the male mutant beside her, her fears were confirmed. Her bottom lip trembling, Riley turned around to find herself face to face with someone she knew far too well, the man who was the supervisor of the group of mutant lab-rats she was in--Dr. Giles Masters, Dr. Styxx's second in command. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as her entire body began to tremble and she wrapped her arms around herself in attempt to hold herself together. "H-how?" She mumbled, it was barely a whisper but with the dead silence of the cemetery, Giles heard her loud and clear. A cruel smirk graced his lips which distorted his angelic-like features.

"We meet again experiment double-O, thirteen, four, three, one." The usage of her old name, what they called her while she was in the labs because she was a mutant and so to them she had no real identity, send her over the edge. Riley crouched down on the floor, trying to hold herself together with her arms as her heart sped up, her breathing became in shaky pants and that familiar sensation of her muscle tensing began. "You're looking quite lovely, dear. I see you've been enjoying your time outside the labs." She spoke in a friendly-like manner, as if he was reuniting with an old friend. He took a step closer to them, his crooked smile still in place, as stared straight a Riley on the floor, dismissing the signs that showed him that she was beginning to have an panic attack. "I've come to take you back, love. Everyone has missed you dearly. They are anxiously anticipating your return, you know. All your friends can't wait to see you." He continued softly, almost as if trying to coax her. Lies! She wanted to scream but her voice failed her as all the muscles in her body began to lock themselves and her fear of being taken back to the labs, of no longer having any control over her body, of her own life, reached it's boiling point. Giles took another step closer, still speaking, but Riley couldn't see him through her tears, couldn't hear him as her hand clamped down on her ears and she tried to will him away. Away from her. 

Hello, again. || Jailey

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Yes, please. You can intimidate people for me.

My hand hurts so freaking much!

No. Johnny can just be a real dick sometimes. He likes using his dick more than his brain I think. I’ll meet you down there if you’d feel better about it.

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No, no, no, no. No, I'm not. I swear to you that I'm not. My...my cut on my hand happened a few days ago...it's the reason I've been wearing gloves all the time...because I didn't want to worry you. 

Why is there nothing to eat in the house?

Oh fantastic, you’re farting about with strange men again in the middle of the night.

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“I’d like to direct at some point. But I don’t know because 10 years ago I would have never imagined that I’d be here. So in 10 years from now, I might be running a rodeo.”

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Uhh....awkward....

My hand hurts so freaking much!

Yeah definitely. Just go down there and tell them you’re there to see Johnny. Just make sure you tell him I sent you, or they might think you’re there for… other reasons.

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My friend. I was trying to stop my friend Jake.

Why is there nothing to eat in the house?

Him?

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I...yeah, I'm okay. My friend Robert stitched up my hand so I'm good now. Just the occasional pain. But I'm okay, I seriously am.

Why the fuck am I so bored?

Shit. It doesn’t sound like it did. You alright? What the hell were you doing, Riley?

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Oh? I'm going to pay a visit to your bar then. Thanks. Yup, every hour. Complaining takes up too much energy so I only do it once every hour to conserve my energy supply. 

My hand hurts so freaking much!

I am pretty sure Johnny who works for me at the bar is a healer. Ooh? Every hour?

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I-...it was an accident...I was trying to stop him and I...I cut my hand...and...yeah...

Why is there nothing to eat in the house?

Hmm. Are you going to tell me what you did to your hand or is this just another thing you’re going to keep from me?

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Not purposely, no. I was trying to stop Jake from doing something and...well, it didn't end well...

Why the fuck am I so bored?

What did you do to your hand? You weren’t playing with knives again were you?

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I am not slacking, you liar! I want to see you try and cook with one hand and tell me how easy it is. Haha.

Why is there nothing to eat in the house?

I do believe someone is slacking on their wifely duties.

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Hmm, do you know anyone with the power of healing? I can complain to you, huh? Thank you for the offer, but I only complain was every hour. I won't have another complain until an hour from now. Haha.

My hand hurts so freaking much!

Then you should find yourself a healer. Otherwise, go ahead and complain. I’m a good listen who doesn’t get annoyed easily, so your welcome to complain to me all you want.

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Yes, I am. My hand is throbbing like there's no freaking tomorrow.

Why the fuck am I so bored?

That is true. Are you in pain, Riles?

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At least you're not in pain, T-Man.

Why the fuck am I so bored?

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He's the only doctor I'd actually let near me. I don't do well in hospitals or clinics or labs. I won't take them because I don't trust any drug that prescribe by doctors, or anyone for that matter. I wish, but alcohol makes one of my powers go all out of whack.

My hand hurts so freaking much!

Rob is definitely the best. You might want to take some of those. Or if you’re old enough have a drink, it might help.

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I'm okay. My hand just hurts really bad and I refuse to take the painkillers I was given, so I'm just complaining about the pain. Yeah, I went to Robert. He stitched up my hand.

My hand hurts so freaking much!

Holy crap. Are you sure you’re okay, you went to the doctor and stuff right?

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I'm not lying. 

My hand hurts so freaking much!

No seriously.