Jean visits St. Petersburg [narrative]
Getting her hands on a Jeep as easy. Jean didn't even have to have a conversation with the guard Stryker had stationed in the garage; she simply fed him the fact that he'd already agreed, then held her hand out for the key. She also convinced him that he'd been told to keep everyone else out of the garage completely. She'd set him right when she returned.
Jean programmed the GPS and followed the directions, feeling a level of anticipation she'd never felt before. Her meeting with Victor had riled her to the point of needing immediate gratification. She wasn't looking for sex; she wanted to be much more intimate than that. Fuck Xavier, she was officially running free. And it seemed she might have found a decent running partner.
The trip was long and tedious, Jean getting more and more anxious as time went on. Once she was finally on the outskirts, she began to formulate her plan. She was going to push herself to the limit. Her only boundary was her own ability.
***
The shrieking was like music, and she swayed to it slightly. Watching fingernails rip off backwards was quite the sight, not one Jean had seen before. The stretch of skin, the gush of blood, the alien look to the finger afterward... Interesting.
"You should be quiet now," Jean said to them in an almost monotone voice, despite the fact that she was currently coursing with so much adrenaline and desire that she felt like she was experiencing the most beautiful foreplay ever devised. Jean held out a hand, feeling the tactile sensation as she closed an invisible hand over the throat of the man she'd chosen. He was twice her size, yet he screamed like a girl. Her eyes closed and her jaw fell slack, her head tipping sideways until her neck cracked. She righted her head and opened her eyes again, staring at the gasping man in front of her.
The steps she took were deliberate and slow, her fingers twitching with movement forward, tightening and releasing the hold on his throat. His hands scrabbled at his own skin, trying to grab onto whatever had him.
His hand on her ass in the bar, that was what clinched it. She'd let him believe she was a powerless little cocktease, played into the images she'd picked up in his mind. It wasn't until he was unzipping his fly that she'd reached up with a finger and let it dance along his forehead, reveling in the guttural scream he'd let out.
Now, she was channeling the animal Victor had shown her. There was something in the game, the cat-and-mouse game. Not the chasing, no. Jean was the sadistic cat that insisted on playing with her kill first. She looked at him, her head down slightly, her jaw set. She forced her way into his mind, nothing gentle or careful about it, not like the care she'd been exercising inside the minds of her new 'teammates'. She found his speech center and obliterated it. The screams for help became noise. Jean looked for and discovered where he kept his fears. She stoked them, growing them, until the noises were horrible, inhuman screams.
At the peak of it, Jean took in a long, deep breath, letting the grip on his neck begin to spread over his body. Soon, he was encompassed in a telekinetic cocoon, one that Jean controlled. As he screamed, feeling the highest level of terror he could feel before passing out altogether, Jean pulled the telekinetic cocoon closed on itself.
All that was left was pulp.
***
As she strolled back into the compound, Jean let her mind wander out, finding Victor's mind. She projected her evening for him, full color, audio, visual, and sensory.
She headed to her room and stretched out on the bed, humming with energy.
[[OOC: I know she owes tags, she just had to be very very evil for a moment. The tags will be up tomorrow. ♥]]
Jean programmed the GPS and followed the directions, feeling a level of anticipation she'd never felt before. Her meeting with Victor had riled her to the point of needing immediate gratification. She wasn't looking for sex; she wanted to be much more intimate than that. Fuck Xavier, she was officially running free. And it seemed she might have found a decent running partner.
The trip was long and tedious, Jean getting more and more anxious as time went on. Once she was finally on the outskirts, she began to formulate her plan. She was going to push herself to the limit. Her only boundary was her own ability.
***
The shrieking was like music, and she swayed to it slightly. Watching fingernails rip off backwards was quite the sight, not one Jean had seen before. The stretch of skin, the gush of blood, the alien look to the finger afterward... Interesting.
"You should be quiet now," Jean said to them in an almost monotone voice, despite the fact that she was currently coursing with so much adrenaline and desire that she felt like she was experiencing the most beautiful foreplay ever devised. Jean held out a hand, feeling the tactile sensation as she closed an invisible hand over the throat of the man she'd chosen. He was twice her size, yet he screamed like a girl. Her eyes closed and her jaw fell slack, her head tipping sideways until her neck cracked. She righted her head and opened her eyes again, staring at the gasping man in front of her.
The steps she took were deliberate and slow, her fingers twitching with movement forward, tightening and releasing the hold on his throat. His hands scrabbled at his own skin, trying to grab onto whatever had him.
His hand on her ass in the bar, that was what clinched it. She'd let him believe she was a powerless little cocktease, played into the images she'd picked up in his mind. It wasn't until he was unzipping his fly that she'd reached up with a finger and let it dance along his forehead, reveling in the guttural scream he'd let out.
Now, she was channeling the animal Victor had shown her. There was something in the game, the cat-and-mouse game. Not the chasing, no. Jean was the sadistic cat that insisted on playing with her kill first. She looked at him, her head down slightly, her jaw set. She forced her way into his mind, nothing gentle or careful about it, not like the care she'd been exercising inside the minds of her new 'teammates'. She found his speech center and obliterated it. The screams for help became noise. Jean looked for and discovered where he kept his fears. She stoked them, growing them, until the noises were horrible, inhuman screams.
At the peak of it, Jean took in a long, deep breath, letting the grip on his neck begin to spread over his body. Soon, he was encompassed in a telekinetic cocoon, one that Jean controlled. As he screamed, feeling the highest level of terror he could feel before passing out altogether, Jean pulled the telekinetic cocoon closed on itself.
All that was left was pulp.
***
As she strolled back into the compound, Jean let her mind wander out, finding Victor's mind. She projected her evening for him, full color, audio, visual, and sensory.
She headed to her room and stretched out on the bed, humming with energy.
[[OOC: I know she owes tags, she just had to be very very evil for a moment. The tags will be up tomorrow. ♥]]