[b "We're young. No one wants to listen to what we have to say. Then when everything goes to shit, we get to suffer the consequences while the rest of them wonder how everything went wrong,"] he answered. [b "We're young, but we aren't stupid. They just won't want to get rid of their pride."]
Sure as she'd said, Erik was a volcano ready to rupture. [i "I swear, if another one of these holier-than-thou members of this cult try to talk to me one more time, I'm going to bring this place to the ground,"] he grumbled.
Tristan frowned. [b "Who's been here?"]
[i "Here's a shorter list: who hasn't?"]
[b "We were gone less than fifteen minutes!"]
Erik huffed. [i "Apparently Charles wants to send in the whole battalion to keep me in check."]
"There needs to be something we can do. Just storming out of these walls won't really work, and it's not like Charles is wrong. Erik isn't wrong either. We just need a medium approach...God, why is it so hard to be us?" Kenna couldn't help but be frustrated. At least there might be a cure out there.
"Angry storm clouds go this way," she pointed down the hallway, feeling what was easily Erik.
It was a wave of relief to have Beast on their side. He knew, better than anyone, what they were going through. The suffering caused by their mutations. [b "Thank you, Hank,"] Tristan's shoulders visibly dropped as the weight was lifted.
[i "I'll get everything to you when I can,"] Hank turned back to his microscope.
Tristan followed Kenna from the lab, considering her question. [b "I suggest we find Erik before he and Charles get into another fight."]
"Thank you, Hank," Kenna said simply, even though her mind was rushing to the different waves of emotion. Joy, relief, fear, and more. There was still the next part of the plan that was likely to kill her. Taking a deep breath she nodded to him and then Tristan.
"Should we, uh, go and relax while we can?" She asked Tristan. Even if this was all curious.
When did Charles actually suspect something or was it something he was just going to let them do.
Tristan could see the gears in Hank’s head turning. Little did he know, the blue scientist was running Mystique’s words over and over in his head. [i Mutant and proud. Mutant and proud.]
Still, Hank knew where they were coming from. Once upon a time, he’d have given anything in order to be normal. And though he’d grown to accept his mutation, it didn’t mean the choice should be made for others without their own consideration.
[b “Please, Hank,”] Tristan pleaded. [b “You’ve seen me suffer for the last two years. Seizures and physical damage to myself. I don’t want to hurt like this anymore. And she wants peace in her own mind. That’s all we want.”]
Hank’s jaw tensed, but he nodded. [i “I can get you the serum compound once I’ve separated the chemical structure. You can take a second coms device with you so I can contact you when I have it. That way Erik doesn’t know.”]
"We have a proposition. We want to get our hands on where this is coming from, and a cure, before anyone else does. To see if we can test if it really is the cure," Kenna started, not being one to dance around the point. "It's a little off the books. We're afraid that taking the more gentle approach will have it destroyed faster than we can get it."
Charles would have an idea, he was likely suspicious but he was also one to let them go their ways. "It's hard...and amazing...but shouldn't we have the option between our lives?"
Erik stayed back while the two younger mutants left to find the blue man. He and Hank still weren't on good terms, especially after what happened between them and Mystique. If they were going to get anywhere with him, it was best if Erik wasn't present.
Knowing the scientist's routine, Tristan led her down to the labs. Hank was a creature of habit and was perched at his desk, peering through a microscope. [b "Knock knock,"] Tristan announced as they entered.
[i "If you're here about the cure, I haven't quite found the chemical split yet,"] he answered without looking up.
"He has the experience, and minus a team at the time. Besides...I trust Erik," Kenna said looking towards him. They'd need to know where to go and only Hank would have the answer.
"It's time that we go talk to Hank, Tristan. I think he'll understand our unique point of view about our gifts," she said. People who desired the same thing made for good partners at least until a point. "We're going to find a cure..."
Erik looked at his watch, gauging how long it would take them to steal one of Scott's cars to bail out of there. [b "If we move quickly, we can be out of here within the hour. Gather all of your things, if you've made yourself at home and unpacked."]
[i "Are you living out of your suitcase?"] Tristan raised an eyebrow at him.
[b "I'll scope out which car will get us out of here the fastest. You,"] Erik ignored Tristan's remark, but pointed a finger at him. [b "If you want to be included in this, go pack a bag before we leave you here to explain to Charles how you lost two human beings."]
Tristan rose from the bed with a dramatic sigh. [i "I liked the Renegades better before your bossy ass joined us,"] he grumbled, exiting the room in a huff.
Erik looked to Kenna now that they were alone. [i "No going back from this. We won't have Charles' to bail us out if we knowingly go against his orders to stay put,"] he gave her one last chance to change her mind.
"There's always room for more chaos. They know you, Tristan, if you are seen around they would get suspicious and....Erik...I have no idea. They can't be certain of anything, though," Kenna said finishing the beer. "So, when do we make our escapade?"
And why was she thinking of another night with Erik before they left. They weren't supposed to get addicted to each other.
[b "Aren't you a naughty seductress,"] Tristan teased, wiggling his eyebrows and attempting a tiger growl.
[i "For the love of christ, never make that noise again,"] Erik's clenched his eyes shut in annoyance.
Her question was definitely legitimate. The two men barely tolerated each other enough to be left alone without killing one another. But, Erik was outnumbered in the Institute and had a severe lack of options to choose for company while standing backup for her.
[b "Don't worry about us,"] Tristan assured her. [b "I'm sure we'll get along just fine. We might even find a karaoke bar to bond."]
[i "I can't promise he'll be in one piece when you see him next,"] Erik responded to her.
Kenna smiled at the concern he gave. It would take a lot and she was still struggling in balancing the thoughts and energy out. Truly it wasn't bad for having the full powers for a few short years.
"I'll need to figure something out. Luckily, I don't believe that she's interested in men. I just need to learn how to flirt with a woman," Kenna said before adding another part quickly.
"Not that I mean to go to bed with her. I think you've been enough for a while. She'll just think she's bringing another woman out of the dark age. Help will be needed. What will happen with you two other than trying to not kill each other?"
[b "Prove yourself like pretending to double-cross us to get in with the badies?"] Tristan asked, rearranging himself so he was lying on her bed with his back propped up against the pillows and headboard.
[i "It wouldn't be altogether too difficult to do so, if she's already mentally affected the woman,"] Erik answered. [i "With her brain waves compromised, it would require less energy for Kenna to deceive her. Once she has the woman under her spell, the employees will fall in line with whatever their boss says."]
It was risky, but worth it. Right now they were taking three steps forward and five backwards. With a woman on the inside to gain access to crucial information, they would have a better advantage. [b "Will you need help once you're in there? Like, energy-wise? If you're constantly expelling your power to keep her sedated under your influence, you may get drained,"] Tristan worried.
Instead of dwelling on the strange relationship she had with Erik she focused on his words. Playing with the card in her pocket. That woman would understand after a trial.
"You will need someone on the inside. I'll go...that woman was fawning over me. I may have broke something on her...but If I can prove myself then I can be inside," Kenna spoke up taking that beer again taking a deep drink of it. "X-men style isn't working, guns blazing like Brotherhood isn't working. We just need to work smarter and use the cracks we have."
[i "Is this a conversation we need to have in front of him?"] he looked pointedly at Tristan.
[b "I was literally kidnapped while you slept together. I think we're past the point of sex life secrecy between you two,"] the younger male snorted.
[i "What we need to do,"] Erik spoke over Tristan to take advantage of the subject change. [i "Is go on the offense instead of being on defense all the time. They've had the advantage over us going on to these places blind. We need to have a game plan. You say Hank is working on separating the chemicals in the serum; that's our place to start. If we destroy the reserves for the neutralizing chemical, we can put a stop to the production of the serum. Without that particular chemical, it's nothing more than chloriform."]
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