Bored was a dangerous state of mind to be in when you were a mutant hunter. It meant that either your mind was getting sloppy and slowing down, or that there hadn't been anything to do in a while. In Jack's case, it was the later. Granted, he had 'visited' Victor in his cell, and while he had come away with an extremely bruised throat out of the ( Read more... )

Forge had never done well with Westernized medicine--needful tolerance was about as far as he went down that road. So it was that after almost two weeks of being trapped in medbay under the watchful eyes of the doctors, he made good his escape ( Read more... )

All in all, it had been a very successful hunt, much better than the fiasco with Evan. Final score was one dead acid-creating mutant, one mutant hunter with burnt clothing and skin, and one hysterical hypnotizing mutant with a concussion. Jack, despite now being burnt (again), was feeling quite happy with this outcome. When he got back to camp, he ( Read more... )

It was a bit of a downer, not being seventeen anymore. Olivia had never realized what a difference fifteen years made until she had been aged back to good old thirty two. She'd gotten her body back, but whatever curves she'd returned to hardly seemed worth the lack of energy or the general stiffness. It was hard to take joy in life when you had no ( Read more... )

"No. No, no, no." Jean's fingers pressed to her temples, her jaw clenching hard. It was coming, again. She'd been doing so well at keeping it at bay, but a pang of guilt shot through her chest and she knew she had to find some place to hide. She'd gone outside last time; she'd been found. Maybe there was some place inside ( Read more... )

He wasn't liking the whole being younger thing. The hormones were enough to kill a man when he wasn't a teenager again. At least the first go-round, he'd assumed he'd always be like that and kept it under wraps. And he was around other seventeen year olds. Now, he was around a crapload of small children and women who felt skeezy when he flirted ( Read more... )

Olivia pushed up the sleeves of her shirt as she made her way down the hall, her workout clothing a little loose on her frame but otherwise fitting. Seventeen was such a difference from thirty, really, and not just physically. The amount of energy she had was amazing. There was a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. She couldn't remember ( Read more... )

Martini threw himself at the door once again, nails scratching along the metal as he scraped his fingers over them. No one would hear him. It was the middle of the night. Stryker had decided to punish him for destroying the camp in Africa, putting him in one beyond all other for him. Solitary confinement. His fingernails had been mostly ripped off ( Read more... )

Claustrophobia was a new feeling for Olivia and a rather unpleasant one she was finding. The more time she spent in her room, the more she needed to get out. She felt as though she was going mad staring at the same four walls. Reading wasn't help and sleep was coming less and less frequently ( Read more... )

The jeep rumbled through the snow and slush, bouncing and spitting ice as it went ( Read more... )