Previously in X-Factor..
"They burned. We burned them out. All the freaks. All the monsters."
Monet impassively stared at the monstrous man before her. With a twitch of a smirk she broke off the bar from the prison and threw it with accuracy. The guard fell, knocked out and now the man was alone and unprotected. How dare he kill all those people and then laugh about it. The punishment would fit the crime even if she had to be judge, jury and executioner. With quick movements the man was impaled, crucified, against the wall.
"Mary, Mother of God wha- what did you?" Monet stared blankly at the man in front of her, her face was impassive and betrayed no emotion.
"I made a political statement." Monet said simply, brushing her hair out of her face. The pitiful man kept repeating in French for his god to help him; he disgusted her. 'Meurtier'.Theresa wouldn't look her in the eye but she kept staring at the man.
"Monet that's, that's horrific not to mention sacrilegious."
"Nonsense, it was a penalty used by Persian kings and Alexander the Great hundreds of years before the Church co-opted it." Monet explained, bluntly, before turning to face the wall. She punched it, hard, making a dent. Fury would fuel her; those poor people burning alive, Banshee's death, Jamie's betrayal, her brother. "He killed people, Theresa. Helpless ex-mutants. And then he laughed about it. Our people's blood is on his hands. Now so is his, it's a fit punishment. Let's move."
Monet kicked through the wall, climbing over the rubble. Something red caught her eye and she looked up. A bright red balloon floated, slowly upwards. "Hunh?" Monet murmured, watching it intently as it drifted in front of the bright sun. Monet took her eye off it, jumping as the sudden increase of heat made it pop with a loud bang and fell, quickly, to the ground.
Monet pushed off from the rocks and headed towards where the balloon had fallen. Monet touched the piece of string puzzled, following it to the soft white sand where it lay. "Theresa, look at this... Theresa? Siryn!" Monet said, with barely contained contempt as she turned to where her team mate no longer was. "Shit!"
Jamie was going to kill her when he found out that she had let Siryn get kidnapped again. Touching the communicator, built in to her belt buckle, Monet unclipped it and brought it to her face. "Jamie, come in Jamie. Rahne? Rictor? Guido?!" Monet swore loudly, when all she got in reply to request was static. Monet pressed the communicator again, praying that Miss Know-It-All already knew about this little incident. "Layla?"
Silence filled the air. Monet threw the communicator down in irritation and ripped off the fur coat, which was beginning to stifle her in this uncomfortable heat. She was going to kill whoever was responsible for this, kill them slowly. Had they really needed to snatch her whilst she was wearing leather trousers- custom cherry red-Gucci trousers- which were going to be absolutely ruined by this little expedition.
"How dare they?!" Monet shouted angrily. Picking up her discarded items, Monet began to walk away from the rubble she seemed to have brought with her. Monet stormed down the beach, stomping in the sand with very impractical heels. "If you think I'm playing Damsel in Distress then you do not know who you are messing with."