Cain, Nyx and Logan
Cain had retreated to a catatonic state, to all appearances. The solitude and almost complete lack of stimulation had gone further then the cat had anticipated. Nyx sighed in frustration.
"Well, we might as well untie him." Jean and Nyx untied the restraints on Cain's wrists and ankles, unstrapping the thick leather belts. Nyx was aware of Jean's disapproving glare at her bak. "He *killed* someone, Jean."
"You went too far."
"So, what was I supposed to do? If he'd been sane, we would have been set. The only crazy person I understand is Dru, and she's having a lovely time in Europe with my brother." Nyx turned Cain over, to check for bedsores. At least her magick had worked in that respect. She flipped him back onto his back, ignoring Jean's hiss.
"You know Xavier didn't approve..."
"And yet he let me do it. Watch it, Jean. The line between black and white is more clouded then you think." Nyx didn't have time for this. She picked up the syringe of sedative and made sure it was clear of airbubbles before leaning over to insert it into Cain's vein. His eyes flicked open and he gripped her arm in an unbreakable grip.
"Surprise," he hissed, before breaking her wrist in his fist. Nyx yelped in pain. Jean had watched in shock and then she started to call out to Xavier with her telepathy. "Oh, no you don't." Cain sprang on her and knocked her unconscious. Nyx jumped on his back and tried to seperate his vertebra with her claws. He threw her off into a wall, teeth gleaming as he entered the bloodfrenzy. "Never tame me."
"I nearly did."
"That's what I wanted you to think, girlie." Cain picked up his bed and brought it crashing down over her head. "I hope you take a bit longer to recover from that." He started towards the door, a little weak from the enforced inactivity but fully recovered otherwsie thanks to the X-men's excellent care. Idiots, Cain sneered. You never help an enemy. It was so typical of the noble bleeding hearts though.
Cain would do anything rather then return to the hospital room in the X-men base so he quelled his urge to go on a killing spree. He just wanted to leave, lick his wounds and recover. He slipped out the gate and headed towards his motorbike. He hoped it still worked. Later that night. New York's homicide rate skyrocketed as Cain worked out his frustrations.
~*~*~*~
"Jean, the prof wants you to- oh my god!" Logan gaped at the scene in front of him. "Nyx!" He rushed to her side, pushing the wreckage off her.
"That little son of a bitch played me," Nyx groaned. "I can't believe it!"
"Well, he played the telepaths too. Jean, are you alright?" Jean nodded in answer to Logan's query, wincing. "Now this is a fine mess." The three looked at each other.
"He'll be long gone by now. Maybe he won't come back," Jean offered.
"He'll be back," Nyx disagreed. "Oh, he'll be back." A silence fell over the room.