The last thing she'd remembered was the cell. Then this place. It didn't feel familiar to her nor did the minds around her. However, she couldn't tell where she was. Not being tied down to a chair with a blind fold over her eyes and something keeping her silent. Her sight and her voice had been stripped from her. Not that she needed her voice in
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He went over to the blond slowly, reaching out with a shaking hand.
"It's going to be alright," he promised in a unsure tone, "I'm going to try and take the blindfold off. Don't struggle, I won't hurt you."
At least I hope I won't, he thought warily. He reached behind her head and started to try and undo the bit of cloth over her eyes.
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Who are you?
No words since her voice wasn't working and she didn't like it. Nor did she like the fact that she couldn't see who it was trying to free her from her bonds.
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"I'm Hank McCoy, I'm not going to hurt you," he said hoping he could keep that promise, "Do you know where you are?"
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