Cain and Nyx
Cain watched the ceiling and let the thoughts tick over lazily in his mind. He'd relived every killing, in minutae, tracked each drop of blood to its final destination and so forth. Savoured every scream, every whimper, every last fading death rattle. He'd lingered over his massacre of his family, and then his vicious hunt of anyone who'd ever looked down at him and laughed. Every snicker and demeaning word paid in full with blood.
He'd sung all the songs he knew, clean and otherwise. He'd even sung hymns, for Christ's sake. Hymns! When the last time he'd stepped foot in a church, he'd sacrificed the priest over the alter. He grinned at that. Lovely irony there.
Every fight. Especially this last one. He frowned. He didn't like losing. Some people were going to pay dearly for that. Pay and pay and pay...and then pay some more. He shifted, his bones aching from lying in the same position for so long. He hated being chained. Brought to mind some darker memories when he'd been too small to fight back. His father had paid for that, oh yes. Always Cain, wasn't it? Not his elder brothers. Just the runt. Just Cain, the worthless weak mistake. He'd shown them all.
Told himself jokes until his voice cracked hoarsely. Screamed threats and curses until he couldn't speak above a whisper. Whispered stories, movie plots, fairy tales, anything so he could hear himself talk and know himself sane. Well, as sane as he could be.
He was losing himself in this white room. Bleeding away into the white. Losing himself in it. Breaking...No! He wouldn't break. No one would ever tame him. No one!
"You won't win! You won't tame me!" his voice was a cracked, husky whisper. "No one..." He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He slept as much as he could, it cut down the monotony. He wasn't even sre how long he'd been here. It was all the same. White and sterile and disturbingly familair. He'd felt somebody picking at his mind at times, and retreated into the bloodfrenzy until they left. "No one can make me break..."
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Nyx watched Cain with a frown. This was not working as quickly as she hoped. She needed him to crack soon and completely. Xavier didn't like it, and any student with a trace of empathic or telepathic ability had been having screaming nightmares as Cain's darkness seeped into their minds. She wouldn't be surprised to find he was slightly telepathic. He was damn good at keeping Xavier, Jean the twins and herself out. He needed to be broken, but somehow she was thinking he wouldn't. Just waste away but go out with a last snarl on his tongue and a sneer curving his lips. Just that one last bite at the world. She jumped up in frustration and dismissed her globe. She went out to find Logan and fight, or anything to take her mind off the mutant in the basement.