Kenna wondered how long the effects would take place. In fact he would know what the torture would feel like that was placed on the others. She grabbed his arm to steady herself, not used to that much mental excretion.
It took three cups of coffee to clear some of her head and then some good food. She looked to him tapping her fingers. Once again, she had turned her back on Jamie.
[b "God...we really screwed up this time...let's hope we can turn it around,"] she said rubbing her forehead.
[b "Let him sit and think about what he's done,"] Erik spoke like a condescending parent, patting their hostage roughly on the cheek.
Outside of the room, he locked the door before reaching a hand to keep her steady. He didn't know what it was like to transfer energy between two people, but from the looks of it, it was more draining than expected. [b "You can take it easy for the next little while. It's my turn to play with them,"] he was eager to use his powers, out of frustration alone.
There were noticeably fewer guests at breakfast, but Erik chalked it up to them nursing hangovers from the night before. He helped himself to coffee and bacon, not feeling very hungry. [b "We'll check out the office once we're done here. I assume she'll have him near the top floor."]
[b "We'll need to keep him busy for a little while. Maybe a little bit of....anxiety...see what happens,"] Kenna smirked. She didn't feel all the way up for more but needed to make sure he was kept busy.
Ignoring the muttering she placed her hands on him again, focusing on the anxiety. Secretly it was a feeling she knew well, and this time given to him.
Taking a shaky breath she closed her eyes. [b "I need some coffee and food, first. That's not something...God...If you ever ask me to do this again, I'll say no."]
It didn't feel good to do that, but she knew they were running out of time.
The process was fascinating to watch. The man was shaking under her control, and his skin took on a grey pallor as she dug around for whatever she was looking for. Erik didn't feel a shred of guilt over the mental torture. They'd given him two chances already. If it were up to him, the man would have been dead after the first chance.
[b "Well that must not have felt great,"] he drawled sarcastically to the hostage with his arms over his chest. [b "She'll go back for round two unless you start telling us everything. Who is Vicky, and what would she want with our colleague?"]
He resisted the urge to place either of his hands on Kenna to keep her steady on her feet. Her powers looked to have drained her of some of her energy, but she stood strong on her feet. Despite the mental exhaustion, her determination seemed just as strong.
[i "She's an investor. She goes to labs around the country to fund projects that can earn her a profit. Whatever she took your friend for, he probably owed her money or something. You guys are from a lab, right? Maybe you defaulted on her payment."]
[b "Still haven't told us where she's taken him,"] Erik was growing bored with him. [b "I'm running out of patience to keep you alive, so you need to convince me that you're not worth killing."]
[i "Her office building isn't far from here. Big skyscraper. Can't miss it. The windows look like mirrors. She's probably got him there to get whatever she's owed."]
Erik glanced at Kenna. [b "I promise you that she will get exactly what she's owed,"] he rolled his sleeves to his elbows. [b "Now, what should we do with him?"] he aimed the question to her.
[b "You have my friend...I will find him...and you will regret ever lying to me,"] Kenna leaned down staring the man in the face with a hard look. In most time she looked disinterested but Jamie was her friend.
The man began saying the same thing before she placed a hand on his receding forehead. Closing her eyes she dug deep, going through the layers of filth. It took two minutes to get deep enough before transferring the emotions of those taken. She had a hard time shaking those feelings because they were so strong.
It was amazing to feel him withering underneath her mind, that proud mind just melting into a shaking body and the tears.
[b "Stop! Stop! I know where Vicky would take him!"] Finally the sound came from his lips.
She took a step back, almost falling over from the massive drain. He looked dreadful and she had clearly shaken him. The man deserved it, she thought closing her eyes.
Erik was quickly growing annoyed and tired of the middle aged man's bumbling comments. [b "We could make this a hell of a lot harder on you, so why don't you save your dignity and speak up,"] he drawled, nostrils flaring in frustration.
[i "I don't even know who you're talking about!"] the man tried to break free of the metal cuffs securing him to the chair.
Kenna seemed eager to move things along a little more violently, which he was all the ready for. [b "As you wish,"] he gestured to the prisoner.
The room was full of metal that Erik could easily manipulate into causing grievous bodily harm to the scientist. Screws from the furniture that he could drill into his arms. Decorative candelabras that he could twist around his neck. The options were endless, really.
Still, he wanted to see what she could do.
[b "Very high..."] Kenna answered in a tense tone.
It didn't take long to find him nursing a gin and tonic. As nicely as she could she coaxed him away to a very quiet area. He was sure he was getting lucky when he really was not.
This was entirely new but she had an idea. Nodding to Erik, where the man was unbottoning his shirt.
[b "I'd keep your shirt on. We have some questions,"] Kenna said slowly moving over to him and pushed him down. Erik could take front on this, and she would just add her influence.
Over and over again, was the same thing, he didn't know. He didn't want to hurt mutants. She gave a disgusted sound and looked to Erik. [b "All lies...Mind if I try a new trick? Promise he wouldn't agree with it."]
His mind flashed back to the night before, and the woman who had been clinging to Tristan like he was a slab of meat, or the perfect revenge against a neglectful husband. Erik barely paid her any attention, quickly concocting their scheme to get him away from her.
[b "Your target started vendettas with half of the scientists here last night,"] he turned to look at her. [b "What do you think the odds are that we could get him to talk? He might have a lead on who she is and where we can find her."]
Internally, he was raging against himself. This was a major setback. Had he kept his pants on last night, they may have heard the scuffle next door and come to his rescue before the kidnappers made off with him. Now they were going to have to detour on their mission to make sure he hasn't been killed.
Kenna should have spoken more but she couldn't, mixed somewhere in her own anger towards herself getting caught up with Erik. Sex was something else with him, yet on a dangerous mission it was a dangerous cocktail.
[b "He was plastered and probably passed out, it'd be easy to just come in and grab him,"] Kenna commented before looking to him. [b "They have that?"]
There was that woman, she was insistent, and maybe it wasn't for a good time. [b "We need to find her...who she is...that woman he danced with."]
[b "I didn't hear a damn thing,"] he growled, examining the room for signs of struggle.
The needle was the only evidence that something suspicious had happened. A half-full glass of water sat on the bedside table and the lamp was still on. The blankets were ruffled like he'd been in bed at some point, and there was a damp towel hanging on the rack in the bathroom. He'd gotten comfortable for at least a portion of the night. When he went missing, however, was harder to pinpoint.
[b "We don't even have a lab where we can see what they used on him. It's definitely a sedative since he didn't put up a fight, but we can't see what kind of effects it'll have aside from that. Could be a poison or a serum that blocks his powers. I've seen something like that used before,"] he held the needle up as if he could see the chemical mixture residue and figure out the mystery.
It was always a good idea at the time, but when she woke up she felt tired and mentally worn yet free. All that was in her head seemed to clear for a bit at least.
Groaning she sat up pulling the blanket around her barely focusing on the words. Then the idea and energy crashed upon her.
[b "Jamie's gone?"] Kenna repeated before it sunk in more completely. God! That wasn't good at all.
Jumping to her feet she pulled on some clothes to go check the other room. This could only be those people and they weren't there when he was at his drunk time.
Erik rose before her the next morning, earlier than the sun. He felt more relaxed after getting the pent up frustrations out last night. For a while, he sat at the large window and stared out over the sleeping city below them. Still, he couldn't enjoy the peace and quiet with the sound of Tristan's television still playing through the thin walls.
[b "Idiot probably fell asleep,"] he grumbled, moving quietly the door separating the adjoining rooms.
The bed was empty, so Erik walked to the small cube tv and pressed the power button. [b "Not a polite neighbour, you know that?"] he called out to silence. [b "Kid?"]
The bathroom was empty as well. Erik heard a faint buzzing in his ears, signalling just how alone he was in the hotel room. Quickly, he searched the tables and desk for any note of where he'd gone. He only caught sight of the needle poking from behind the garbage bin. [b "Fuck,"] he snapped.
Kenna was still curled in bed. [b "Hey,"] he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a shake. [b "Wake up. Quake boy is missing,"] he held up the syringe in his other hand.
[b "And here I thought it would be more awkward,"] Kenna chuckled. There wasn't a reason she thought, and it seemed to be working. At first she wanted anything to end that.
Despite their interest in just physical, she cuddled into him resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes went to his arm for a brief second before looking to him.
[b "I don't know, we'll just need to hope for the best,"] she said closing her eyes feeling the drink and her relaxed nerves starting to take over.
Erik's eyes were closed but he smirked at her comment. [b "I'd say it's most likely because we're both incredibly fucked up. Maybe it's the attraction."]
It was definitely weird, whatever it was. He'd had acquaintances in his life, and followers, but never someone he would consider an equal. Even Charles was someone Erik could barely tolerate these days, but that was mostly due to their conflicting beliefs and Charles' never ending need to be loved by everyone. Kenna didn't care either way how people felt, and that was something he respected.
The only sound breaking the silence between talking was the dull roar of the air conditioning unit. It was a welcomed relief from the heat they'd built up in the room. [b "Besides,"] he spoke again. [b "I can think of worse people to be bonded to. Namely the toothpick of a partner we're stuck with. How the hell he's going to make it through the rest of this without having a mental breakdown, I don't know."]
[b "Yes...anything to get them out of my head,"] Kenna nodded. The residue was annoying, she wanted to be free of the people she read but that would take time.
It never took that much time with them to have another round despite the television being loud, it was better for Jamie anyway if that was loud.
It felt like a while before they finished and the exhaustion finally won over. [b "It's kind of funny...it's been suggested that we have a bond...other than what we just did. That's why I feel you sometimes even if you're a distance away."]
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