OOC: Sorry I didn't post for a little while, everyone, I was out of town.
IC: Epoch
January 27th, 7:14am
I wake with a start, the memories of a dream slipping back into my subconscious. Must've dosed off for a couple minutes.
I stretch before lifting myself from the lumpy mattress, tripping over something on my way to the bathroom.
The briefcase I'd taken, laying right smack in the middle of the floor. Bending down to retrieve it, I check out the locks, trying to figure out a way to pry it open. I'll have no luck with it this way.
I hold my hand over the edge of the leather case, watching with a smile as the golden clasps age and rust within seconds. The acceleration of time always puts the least amount of stress on my left side, making it the simplest time fluctuation to use.
Inside are several useless files, a few business cards, about $10,000 in cash, which is FINE by me, and what looks like a single blank CD-ROM. Whatever that guy Jonah was looking for has to be on this disk.
Placing the money and the CD inside my black leather trench in the closet, I quickly use the restroom, slide on my coat, then head towards the door.
I land with a painful thud as it's kicked inward, a large tattooed man stepping into the room and onto my right hand before I'm able to realize what was going on. I try desperately to pull my hand from under his boot, tears forming at the edges of my eyes as crunching sounds emit from my fingers.
A large steel toe comes in contact with my jaw as I struggle with him, crushing the side of my cheek in a mind numbing blow.
He leans in close to me, smiling at the blood that runs freely from my mouth and nose.
"The CD, freak. Where is it?"
He's one of Jonah's guys, has to be.
I slur through my now broken jaw, the agony of moving it being the last thing on my mind.
"I dun knoow."
He chuckles,
"Maybe THIS will refresh your memory." His left hand pulls a revolver from the holster around his chest, the index finger depressing the trigger. Two bullets tear through my right leg then into the floor, pulling from me horrific screams of pain.
"Basstud." I choke out of my clenched jaw, not that he cares.
He makes a kissing gesture at me, then aims the gun at my forehead.
"If I were you, I'd cough it up doll."
It's sort of ironic, someone like me running out of time to come up with a plan.
"Get offf meh tubby."
The hand under the boot stiffens, giving off a flashing glow in my eyes alone. His foot crashes through the now old and rotting wood below it, freeing my abilities from the bonds of a biker boot.
His position is midair when things around us cease motion, giving me just enough time to fix the damage he's caused.
The fingers pull out and crack back into place as the time area around it speeds forward, healing it in just a few short seconds.
I repeat this with my leg, and then my face, reversing the spaces around me only enough to rejuvenate what I'd aged. Rising from the ground I seethe with rage, feeling as if it were boiling over inside of me.
He was going to kill me, either shoot me dead or beat me until I breathed my last breath. He's a cold blooded killer, no one would miss him....
The walls around me turn a blinding blue, his face twisting and tugging as the last remains of his youth melt away. Wrinkles form quickly, taking over his entire face and body like a rotting disease.
No...what am I doing? I lower my hand, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm myself. I bite back the tears, trying to repress a similar memory that's threatening to arise again.
The now old man topples to the floor in front of me, unconscious and in shock.
Far in the distance I can hear sirens approaching. Great, now I have to find another place to live sooner than I'd anticipated on.
I stare down at him for a moment before freezing the building. He's just a hit man, as soon as I gather my things, I'll head straight for the source....Jonah himself.
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7:19am
The guard at the door is completely out of it, but I'm too riled up to pay close attention to that fact, heading upstairs just to plant my foot into the handle of his office door and storm inside. I hold the disk in front of my face.
"THIS is worth killing me for, Jonah?!"
His attention falls on me,
"Epoch."
I stop short, the other people in the room not quite people at all. Mutants.
"What is this?"
He points, as all the eyes in the room fall on me.
"That's her, right there."
Backing up I try to decide whether I want to stop them in their tracks, or find out what they want from me. Are these the goons Xavier sent to find me?