C'mon, We're Practically In-Laws!

[ascending_angel]

WHO: Warren and Lois London aka Mortis!!
WHERE: JAIL
WHEN: Monday evening
WARNINGS: Hideous
SUMMARY: Warren flew back into the city to have drinks with Sam at his bar tonight. However, he decided to come early and make a pit stop to visit his girlfriend's sister in jail.
FORMAT: Paradeath

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[ikillforsupper]

As soon as he spoke Lois flipped out. Dark energy twisted around her hands and she threw it at him. Of course it didn't actually hit him or do anything to the infernal blue shield that surrounded her. She crossed her arms and dropped back down to the floor, knocking over one of the water bottles she'd been provided.

"What do you want?"

[ascending_angel]

There wasn't even a flinch on his part; not a hitch of breath or a even a blink at her reaction. Warren wasn't scared of her, especially knowing that he'd been able to survive her touch--even if it'd been barely. The disgusting scars that she'd left on his skin were mostly healed over now, with only the barest of discoloured wrinkles remaining there.

"I couldn't come and visit? I'm hurt." He shook his head in a scolding manner, and slowly paced in front of the bars of the cell. "I wanted to make sure that you were being provided for, of course."

Not really.

I want to see you suffer.

[ikillforsupper]

"Well golly gee, I'm just so happy to see you," she said with as much fake happiness as she could muster. She would have thrown a bottle at him, but she needed those.

"Are we going to swap stories of what it's like to be caged somewhere we don't want to be?"

[ascending_angel]

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, playing stupid before he stopped pacing. Both hands circled around the bars, and he leaned his forehead against them.

"If you care to enlighten me on how much you're enjoying yourself, though, I'd be happy to listen."

[ikillforsupper]

"At least I'm not caged inside my own body," she pointed out, smiling brightly. "How is your other half? I'm sorry we won't be able to complete our dance."

Lois figured that if she had to suffer this humiliation then she should at least be able to try and make him squirm. She was unsure how successful she would be, but half the fun was at least trying.

[ascending_angel]

On the inside he was squirming, maybe. All he had to do was count backwards from ten, breathe, and remind himself that he wasn't the one behind bars--not this time. As much as Death would have loved to tear through the cell and find a way to destroy her, Warren wasn't going to give Lois the satisfaction.

"I'm sure you'll get the chance someday," Warren told her smugly. "If not here, maybe in another time and on another world. I didn't forget what that little pink bitch did; we're not finished. Not me and her, and not you and I."

So long as Lois was breathing and terrorizing Alison, Warren would feel that desire to let the Horseman loose on her.

Not today, though.

"You're where you need to be now. Alison won."

[ikillforsupper]

She had hoped he would attack. That might have been enough to disrupt the shield and allow her to break out. Unfortunately it seemed she would have to figure out another way to be released.

"She won the battle, not the war," Lois grumbled, and kicked a bottle. It rolled across the floor, stopping when it hit the barrier. "Blink will rip you to shreds if you try anything with her. She took such pleasure in destroying your wings."

[ascending_angel]

"They don't stay destroyed for long, though, do they?" he whispered, and never took his eyes off of her face. It didn't matter what she was kicking or tossing around, his gaze was staying glued there.

"No matter how hard you try, you're not going to be able to destroy me...or her. You'll have to accept it someday."

[ikillforsupper]

"No, I don't," she muttered, and glared at him. "I will make her life miserable until my last breath."

She might never be able to kill Alison, but that didn't mean she couldn't hurt her sister. "Just being in this cell will eat away at her. She wasn't able to help me, and I know she blames herself for that."

Maybe not as much as Lois blamed her, but she hoped that some small part of Alison would always regret never checking in on her. Things might have been different if she had at least called.

[ascending_angel]

"She'll come to her senses, too," Warren assured Lois, and didn't hide the irritation in his voice. If there was one flaw his lover had in this situation, it was that her heart was way too big for her own good. But Warren quite vividly remembered the conversation they had in Denver a couple weeks back, and he knew that Alison realised that. All it would take was some time for her to heal from the grief.

"Your excuses only run so far, Lois. Do you know how many people I've met who have lost family members? Who were abandoned by people they loved? Who were beaten and sometimes even raped by their own parents?"

He shook his head, and there wasn't an ounce of sympathy in his expression.

"You're the only one out of them all who used it as an excuse to run around like a psychotic freak. The only one. The rest of them I know--some of them are even X-Men. Heroes. Good people who made their own choices and did better than what their families gave them."

[ikillforsupper]

Lois narrowed her eyes at that, unable to stop herself from letting dark light surround her hands. "We are all diseased, and I will not rest until every last one of us has been eradicated from the world," she told him, melting the few bottles that were near her.

Once she got back from this world, she would find Blink and they would continue Selene's mission. If she had to kill one mutant at a time then she would, no matter how long it took to complete her mission.

"And don't lie to me, Warren. There have been others. Kevin was one of Selene's greatest assets and a former student of Xavier's."

[ascending_angel]

"I never knew Kevin, so he's not relevant to me," he told her truthfully. Wither had been a student during the time that Warren was spending on Genosha and establishing Mutantes San Frontieres.

"When I was with X-Factor a long time ago, we used to pick up kids much worse off than you. Some of them had been living in sewers, another was a prostitute, and almost all of them had been beaten by their parents. Little kids and they still had more balls than you," Warren continued onward. His voice was getting a little tense, most likely due to the fact that he was already upset about Sally right now, and thinking about this stuff again just made him want to rage. "You're nothing but a little rich bitch who just threw a hissy fit because you couldn't get what you wanted."

A beat.

"And that was to be just like your sister."

[ikillforsupper]

"You don't know anything," she snapped, and crossed her arms. If her looks could kill then he would be dead. Unfortunately only her hands were able to do that.

Except he knew plenty, but she wasn't about to let him see how much his words had cut her like a knife. The time for her wanting to be just like Alison had passed. Now all she wanted to do was make her and every other mutant pay for her own failures.

"Why don't you go and bother those friends of yours? I'm sure they would enjoy your idle prattling more than I am."

[ascending_angel]

"I don't think I would enjoy talking to them as much as I enjoy watching you rot," he told her, and decided to take a seat on the floor in front of her cell. Nah, he wasn't worried about his pants or getting dirty today. Warren had been letting himself go ever since the HIVE thing went down, and today didn't change anything.

Besides, it was easier to prop open his briefcase on his lap while he was down there. "I also brought you something; I figured you were bored."

[ikillforsupper]

She carefully watched him, and tried to deduce what was in the case. Whatever it was couldn't be too big. Lois also knew that she most likely wouldn't like it either. Not unless it was a new pair of shoes, and the chances of that were slim to none.

"I don't want it."

[ascending_angel]

"Sure you do," Warren smiled happily and pulled out a couple of tabloids and gossip magazines. "I know she's on hiatus now, but they usually do these big feature articles like two or three months in advance? Comes with pictures and smiles and everything!"

He grinned wickedly, and flipped through the pages before finding some wonderful, praise filled Dazzler reviews and articles. "Doesn't she look so pretty?"

Warren slid the magazines through the bars and left them open on the floor in front of the barrier.