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Chasing Lavender [Post #1]
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She exhaled, letting her breath cloud out faintly before her as she willed her form to meld to the shadows. That, however, was not her gift, or her curse. Change as much as she could, she had never managed becoming elemental outside her organic shape. Her skin could give way to wood, stone, crystal, sometimes molten rock, but never could she collapse into a puddle or burn like a flickering fire. She was free to husk away her skin, but trapped by the confines of her form.

That she had managed to get this far beneath the sad excuse for rusted steal and ruins now four floors above her was a feat she had fought hard not to laugh at when she had imagined this undertaking. It had made sense when Elise had presented it to her, a human girl so incredibly sure she had found one of the last few individuals that could tip the tide of this war they were losing. It struck her as odd, what with how the last handful of years had completely turned her off to humanity, yet she had somehow gravitated towards one seemingly regular girl who inevitably filled her ear with dozens of tiny human half secrets. So often she wanted to ask more, pry further into whatever it was or however it was that she knew so much, so much that they had been searching for. Yet every time she found the will to scratch just a bit further, Elise would fold inward, shift herself and close the conversation off, leaving it for later.

Always later.

Following the human blonde’s line of sight would often lead her attention towards, of all people, Victor Creed. Elise’s odd fascination with Victor was just that…odd. She couldn’t understand exactly what it was she found so intriguing about him. He was good for a laugh or so, and a decent drinking partner, but there was more to the other girl’s stare when she let it hover about the wild mutant. Questions, she was sure, but something more. She couldn’t bring herself to consider that Elise possibly found Victor attractive because that might make her vomit a little bit in her mouth.

Paige exhaled slowly, her breath clouding out ever so lightly again before her. Footsteps moved away from her, gradually fading to barely noticeable pattering against the stone floor. She briefly caught herself smirking at the thought; soft pattering of feet. Then her lips flattened into a line and she forced herself to move once more.

Pushing away from the confines of the little niche she had pressed herself into, she swiped the blank white card Elise had given her across a tiny control panel and the door across the hall slid open with an all but silent hiss. Her feet bare, having abandoned her boots on the floor above, she moved silently into the colder room. That had been the most telling clue, they had learned, the colder the air became, the closer she would find herself to exactly where she wanted to be.

Lights blinked across the expanse of the tiny room and she fought the urge to frown at such a dismal area until she stepped closer to the opposing wall an arm’s length before her. A littering of flat white keys lit up beneath her fingertips as she made contact, only to dim as she withdrew her hands back to herself. More codes, more puzzles, it was an endless array of more and more security. As much as she hated it and fought the urge to grumble about it under her breath, it made glaringly obvious sense to keep something so prized locked up tight.

That she had yet to stumble across a sentinel, however, still remained unnerving. Maybe she wasn’t here. Paige assumed that something so valuable would warrant the presence of all seeing and knowing sentinels, yet she had sighted, heard, or noticed not a single one. But maybe that was the tip off. Sentinels could draw attention, and there was little to no attention here.
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Paige hesitantly reached her fingers forward again, and the keys softly illuminated again as if they were anticipating the contact that would soon be made. Only for everything to suddenly go dark. Every source of light shut down and all humming electricity went completely and utterly silent. Sucking in a breath, she stepped forward, reaching out in the dark and her hands blindly swept across the buttons, keys, and ports until her fingers curled around a latch.

Counterclockwise.
It has to be counterclockwise or you’ll trip the alarm

Even if there was no power. Back-up security operated on generators that didn’t ignite the entire facility. At least, they didn’t appear to.

She drew the latch towards her, then turned her wrist counterclockwise, but the latch groaned in protest and a sharp spike of panic took root in her chest. Exhaling slowly, she pushed the latch back inward, counted silently to ten, then drew it back outward and attempted to rotate her wrist once more and the mechanism gave.

What sounded like a pair of heavy deadbolts slid back into their holding areas and the wall shifted forward, a doorway giving way to further corridors, likely. Was it too much to ask to find the goal on the other side of this door? Honestly, after all the hushed steps, held breaths, and clinging to shadows for what had to have been hours, she was ready to find her target. How many more guard rotations was she going to have to suffer through in silence while they grunted and went on and on about ‘the mutant plague’? If she wasn’t awarded a patience medal at the end of this, she and Gabe were going to have words. Lots of words, though they would have to be simple words for his sake.

If she got out of this.

The thought sat quietly at the back of her mind and she had sought to ignore it, yet it kept shifting forward, attempting to throw itself out and consume her thoughts. If. If allowed for the potential to fail. She couldn’t afford to fail. The reality was, however, that it benefited all of them if it came down to her or…

Paige swallowed and shifted around the heavy door, passing from cold to frigid, and cutting through the dark like a warm knife glowed a thin line of lavender. For a moment, her heart stilled in her chest. Then she forced herself to move, forced herself to breathe, made her feet work to cross the dark expanse of a room bringing her closer and closer to the purple glow like a moth rapidly aligning with a flame.

It was eerie, to say the least, yet oddly exciting, and where her heart had momentarily ago froze within the confines of her chest, it thrummed so wildly now that she thought it would break free of her body. So much had brought her to this point, so many lives, so many mutants, a handful of humans. Her fingers splayed against glass and she had enough thought to wonder if it was actually ice that she pressed her palm against.

The figure seemingly suspended within the frozen tube could be anyone, any mutant they may have put enough effort into accosting. Bars and air allowed individuals to converse, to plot, to scheme. This…this allowed nothing. Perhaps madness.

“Beth.” She breathed against the glass, willing the unmoving figure to give some indication that it was even remotely alive, because that would be the greatest failure - all this effort, all this planning, all this secrecy, only to find death.

And then suddenly lavender eyes were locked on hers.
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Security was both amazing and ridiculous at the same time. The interfaces through which she had had to thumb were so clean and fluid that one could almost forget they were accessing a computer. The actual locks and bars meant to keep an intruder out left much to be desired. It was a trend that seemed to be on the upswing in most human settings, since the extermination effort had been born; they created such intricate surfaces, but gave them little to no depth. Everything was artificial and cold. It was sad that that was what made them feel safe.

A hacking cough brought her back out of her thoughts and forced her to refocus her thoughts, centering back into the present rather than letting tendrils of psyche wander. There was blood on the white tshirt that hadn’t been there before, flecks of it across the left shoulder which was the direction the mutant at her side turned her head each time she coughed.

It was still oddly alarming to see such a shock of lavender beside her, and yet strangely familiar whenever Beth turned to meet her eyes. “This way.” She croaked as though her voice had not been practiced in years, and perhaps it hadn’t been utilized at all since… “Move, Paige.” She pressed, a nudge against her mind all the more compelling. “The system failure will alarm in thirty seconds.”

She had tried to follow all of Beth’s mental commands that had been offered as she had deactivated the security system to free her, but the other woman’s thoughts had split into a dozen directions the clearer it became that Paige was more than just a figment of her imagination. Even as she had tried to reign Beth’s wandering back into place, she could still feel her thoughts pressing with questions.

“It’s gonna be fihne.” She assured her, because why wouldn’t it be? She had managed to not only find one of the most sought after mutants in the world, she had somehow managed to spring her from her frozen prison to boot. Without alerting a single human soul! What could possibly go wrong at this point!?

Death. They could both die. Easily. Be shot walking around a corner.

Focus.

Right focus. She followed Beth’s each nudge and direction as quickly as she could manage to keep them both on their feet through the remaining few corridors until they arrived at the service elevator she had used. But when she had descended there had been no car in the way, it had been a single story up off the ground and she had shimmied down the cables of the shaft without making any noise aside from briefly prompting an old line to groan.

“Just get in it.” Beth instructed as the lights in the facility shifted downward and loud alarms ricocheted off the concrete walls. Lifting her hand slowly from her side, the elevator’s security gate slid open without protest and Beth instructed her more urgently to ‘get in it’. And she moved without further encouragement, two large steps to Beth’s four smaller ones to keep up. “Catch your breath.” She instructed as she forced the gate shut once more and the sensation of motion propelled them upward, much faster than a normal elevator motor might.

The sirens continued when they reached the upper ground level, more so akin to the memories she had of prison alarms sounding in escape movies. She smirked slightly at the thought, ready to move only for the other woman to halt her progression. “Wait.” And she watched Beth focus, watched her eyes sweep out across the dirt yard before them, turning over a light showering of loose gravel across the most direct path towards the facility’s walls. Within moments a string of explosions choked the air with dirt.

“Your friend is just beyond the tree line right outside the walls.” Lavender eyes met hers again. “I should be able to cover us until we get there.”

“Elise said she‘d have the doors open when we –” Metal groaning alerted her to the front gate sliding back on its track.

“I think that would be it.” Beth huffed in a breath before she turned her head against her shoulder and coughed once more. “Go. Now.” Without further thought, Paige tightened her grip around the other woman’s waist and propelled them forward.

She wasn’t sure if she held her breath or not. It was hard to tell over the deafening sound of sirens and gunfire tearing through the air around them. Her sight kept fixed on the three foot opening that would allow them their freedom. Every step brought them closer and soon they’d be free, away from this place and safe enough to stop to catch their breath. Gabe could berate her all that he wanted as long as she got to him. As long as she got Beth out of here.

Then she exhaled, a ripping sensation blooming its way through her right shoulder and the gate began to groan again, slowly threatening to seal them back off from the rest of the world. She could hear Beth repeating ‘wait’ over and over the closer they came to the looming opening. There wasn’t even a moment to consider it as she shoved the other woman through the fading opening. “Please run.” She whispered as she watched through rebar bars as Beth struggled back up to her feet.

Footsteps were moving towards them, more than a single set from the tree line, but she focused on the woman staggering back towards her. “You’re a daft idiot.” She spit at her through the bars. Then Beth looked beyond her and all bullets ceased firing. Then lavender eyes slid shut and her body collapsed to the ground.

“Get her out of here.” She growled out as Elise approached. She would have been startled to notice a familiar red iron suit beside the woman if she had more than a second to process the familiar presence.

“Let’s go, Jarvis.” Elise instructed and the red figure bent and scooped the unconscious mutant up off the ground before wrapping its free arm about the human girl’s waist, then they disappeared towards the woods.

Turning to inspect her surroundings, she gulped at the clouds of blood that hovered over empty clothing and battle gear left scattered across the yard and posts about her. It was briefly relieving that any pursuit by the humans present would never happen, but she could faintly make out the sound of helicopter blades beating their way through the dark south of the facility. Rushing back towards the elevator she tried to make it move again, but it wouldn’t budge, not with the prison’s security tripped and no Beth to force it to life. She moved quickly across the yard towards the door to one of the towers, but it wouldn’t give.

Paige glanced at her watch, her confinement behind the high walls and the aching shot through her shoulder dwindling the seconds and minutes away. In six hours, the bot would take her little set of blue eyes and mop of curly blonde hair out of her downtown hideaway. She gulped at the thought, at the impending reinforcements that would soon put boots on the dirt around her with no purple mutant to vaporize them once they arrived.

At least he would be safe now with the others. Elise would get Beth there and everything would turn around. Everything would get better. Gabe would have a piece of Alex back in his life. That would be better. She nodded her head with her thoughts and set to husking herself into the hardest substance on Earth as the helicopters hurried towards her and dirt shifted about her ankle caught in the downshift of the first set of twirling blades to breach the facility’s walls.
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